Itchy Love

I am a small mosquito
I follow you around
I tried to be quiet
but I made a tiny sound

I only woke you up a little
while you just went to bed
here, a kiss to make it better
now everything is red

I am really, really worry
my voice is a bit pitchy
my love is real, you see
but also a bit itchy

Written by Amand van Rossum

Itchy Love was originally published in Amand’s Everyday Life on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Run, Rain and I

Can I truly run
I mean run like those athletes
Athletes, who run like stones
That gently but firmly roll off a hill

I think, it is not their passion
It is not their duty, nor
Their responsibility
It is not that.

It is a journey
And not in the cliché way
Each step, distance covered
The clouds above our heads

Gather, and they gather quickly
To unleash all the rain they carry
It is their journey
Steps, distance

I am the athlete,
The stone and the cloud
Running towards or from
The rain in my heart.

Winds like Mints

frosty air flows past

like mints in the icy wind

cleans my breath swiftly

The Unwanted (Sur)Price

Put your pride back into your pocket
like the chewed chewing gum, it is glue
Your pants holds your secrets, true but sticky
sticky note, with her number, you

Run up the muddy hill, fall
back and for it, faced down in not-your-water
As nature demands, seeds embrace the tears — the daughter
of a newborn father

The Unwanted (Sur)Price was originally published in Amand’s Everyday Life on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Leaves of Loss

Leaves
in the hallway
like old
photographs, torn
the kettle is whistling
announcing its
last goodbye

Amand

Busyness slows down friendships. They are bicycles
whose wheels need attention
to spin, and carry you

Busyness slows down friendships. They are cars
whose tank needs care
to drive, and carry you

Busyness slows down friendships. They are people
whose questions need answers
to love, and carry you

Friendships slow down busyness.
Without them, nothing would exist
but stress.

Busyness Slows Down Friendships was originally published in Amand’s Everyday Life on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Impatient metro passengers, they are
desperate actors in agony, stage performers
awaiting their curtain call, swearing in silence — 
below the underground’s filthy lights, the doors reveal,
an audience of new performers
traveling to the next stage

Metro Passengers Are Secretly Actors was originally published in Amand’s Everyday Life on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Words Like Goodbye

Pull my shirt, whistle
like a bird, look me
in the eye, embrace me,
my dear
I don’t want to chase you
and hear words like
goodbye

Amand

Haiku — Speeding Car

Ice slips off the roof
Lands next to a speeding car
Warning lights glowing

- Amand

Wash Those Hands

There are times when napkins won’t help
When the mouth is filthiest, covered in
And up dirt, even the garbage men
Would not dare to touch this sin

Times when showers won’t help, just like
Those juices fail to deliver the cleanse
Screams of the past seem to catch up
Like those old, long-forgotten friends

Such are the remnants of broccoli
Clinging to those old teeth and never letting
Go, go, go — cannot, will not
Memories prevent all from forgetting

Look into the eyes of the hurt,
Pained, defeated and crushed
Wash those hands before
But especially after you flushed

Written by Amand van Rossum