Vicky Iliaens
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Just a story not a poem about two frogs in a bucket of milk.
Two frogs fell into a bucket of milk,
they kept going and going to get out but suddenly one of the frogs asked the other one ' what is the point if we are both anyway going to drown in milk? I give up! '
The other frog replied to his soulmate of the moment ' listen dude, if you give up now you will indeed be lost but if you keep on trying you never know we will both make it out of here '
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sadness in silent flowerchalises,
next to the loneliness of the riverbank
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You dreamed what I wrote.
Or did I write what you dreamed?
It was there and it will always be there anyway.
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He laid me on a bed of roses,
No not to just touch ,
only to acts of love
Thorns always present,
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Poppies align themselves,
the Moon manifests itself
and the tears come from your loved ones now,
finally...
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when the sorry comes
Words that you said
and wherefrom you know you'd never say them again,
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the forest weeps, yes the forest is saddened.
clouds form fogs and cover the trees in subtile drops of water,
creeks cross eachother, as sand rises up to smother
and leave trees hollow and waters so shallow,
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What makes us human is heart and soul.
what makes the heart is what makes it hit,
where the soul is just an inner being, only there really is humanity.
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she is a jekyll and hide.
I'm a weapon - I'm salvation
she 's the ally - she 's the enemy
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Vicky Iliaens Biography
Vicky, that is not me but it is what gives the reaction that if people say it I automatically look at them. 30 years is what should be my age, altough I am still dealing with the monster under my bed. From the day I knew about monsters, that is probably my entire life ever since awareness of that could have taken place and as long as my mother with BPD is my mother. But I was always rescued and slept well after my beloved loving father who adopted me was so eager to check under the bed every night, or whatever time in fact. As all stories go, he died due suicide in the year 2009, also here my life ended and my BPD mother is now a hero and a superstar ofcourse, so glad for her and so sorry to make her miserable I gave birth to a child, a wonderfull girl who she took from me by manipulating, but being angry at my mother? No because I am the one who makes her miserable by breathing, just do not know how to stop breathing but i did stop walking on eggshells ;) , I am totally screwed up and I am a poet in the overcoat since age of six. usually dutch but suddenly I found English sounding better on my akward worthless human stains on paper, I am nothing more or less but ME and I do not like to hide that.)
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A Story About Two Frogs In A Bucket Of Milk, Do You Know It?
Just a story not a poem about two frogs in a bucket of milk.
Two frogs fell into a bucket of milk,
they kept going and going to get out but suddenly one of the frogs asked the other one ' what is the point if we are both anyway going to drown in milk? I give up! '
The other frog replied to his soulmate of the moment ' listen dude, if you give up now you will indeed be lost but if you keep on trying you never know we will both make it out of here '
only one frog kept going with this tiny legs and he kept going and going for such a long time, exhausted but suddenly there was no need to keep on peddling anymore, all risk of drowning was gone , why? because the milk just turned into butter due his peddling into the milk and now he stands on steady ground and just a jump he made and gone was the frog, he made it out alive!
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