Desert Sands

By Sebastiaan

Again I present you with a poem.


Desert sands

Whilst the wind whistles through the sands
we try to make amends
with past in the present
for a future so pleasant.

Whilst the wind wails sandstorms
howling we find forms
of writing in our minds
together this binds

words together as if attached with strings
with more value than gold rings
they create these things
called poetry.

Experimental Poem

By Sebastiaan

I always like to make my poems with a little twist, a play on words, for example. Here's another experiment:


Rightful heart, brightly
light my weighted burden,
light pathways stretched before
lightning strikes between

our hearts, filled,
our love, enticing flightfull
hour of dreams, fight
for painless façade.

Please end this charade,
release my hurting shackles,
unleash the darkest shade.

Make my paleness leave,
take bleeding broken leaves
wake me with love.

Ineffable

By Sebastiaan

Here's one more poem for you.


Ineffable

Ineffable, my feelings for you,
normal words, like fire,
cannot be used like heart's passion,
to show what I aspire.

Indescribable, my lover's lovely face,
for it is not one but many,
that seek to represent, for I resent,
the idea of the one that is mine.

"Alliterate all you want, lover boy,
all the figures you speak,
it is of no use to define me,
ineffable, indescribable, universal lover of thee."

Pascal's Triangle In Motion

By Sebastiaan

I recently created this Flash video for my (upcoming, nearly finished) site. It shows Pascal's Triangle in motion:

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For more information on Pascal's Triangle, take a look at my previous post on this subject.

Short Story: Lightning Struck, Part Five

By Sebastiaan

The fifth and final part to my story.


Lightning Struck, Part Five

If only it had been a dream...

There we were, with the overcast sky howling thunder at us. We argued, I was mad at you for acting so strange. That's when I changed, I lost myself. After all, it should have been you who was mad at me for acting strange.

I threw you out of the car and drove away. But I drove blindly, right into a tree. I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, it all seemed a bad dream. A doctor was hanging over me. "Good morning," he said. "Sleep well?" And it was here that the recovery process had started.

It is only now that I understand what beast lures inside me.

"I hope you can hear me, I hope you can see me," I called out loud on top of the hill were we last were. The car was standing next to me, a new car. I looked at the sky, which was rapidly turning a dark shade of grey. "It's these three words: I am sorry." I sat down, and waited for the thunderstorm to get here.

Lightning struck again.

Dust to dust... I thought. Storm clouds gathered all over my head.
Ashes to...