I write to understand.

My name is Quatre. I'm a 32 year old poet. Sometimes I write about what really happened, sometimes about fictional characters and every so often I write about things that probably happened to someone, just not to me.

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I wrote 2 cards for this fire emblem 3 houses oracle deck!

https://fe3horacledeck.carrd.co/#archive

You can see all the cards + a link to the AO3 collection

I wrote for The Hermit (Bernadetta) and The Judge (Edelgard)

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Yooo I wrote two poems for this

Find out how to get your copy here!

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“Het soort ontbreken Dat eigenlijk langzaam Leeglopen is Tot het verlangen Naar de zee je opvult En je dreigt te verdrinken In het ontbreken van zout water En het gebrek aan golven Om op te deinen”

— In dit gedicht mist ze de zee. (e.r.)

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Ook aan deze deed de tentoonstelling van Stefan Vanfleteren me terug denken

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“Ze praat alsof ze met de stilte Ook zichzelf wil breken Zoals golven die zich krijsend Op de branding werpen”

— In dit gedicht is ze de zee. (e.r.)

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De tentoonstelling van Stefan Vanfleteren deed me denken aan dit gedicht van vroeger

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send me three words and i’ll write you a poem including them all

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I am soft Not like honey, surely sweet But like a bee, possibly sting Not a raindrop, nor a downpour But a touch, barely there

I mean I am soft Not something to hold But a state of being Not a feeling, staying But a moment, gone

— honey, raindrop, soft- suggested by anonymous - (e.r.) Send me three words and I’ll write a poem with them

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Retellings is a chapbook of 12 poems, 3 of which have been published before. In this chapbook I ask myself why I prefer to read poems that tell the same story over and over again. I dig the stories they tell up from the earth, let them haunt my house for a while and then bury them again.

Download it here for free

I’m really excited to share my very first chapbook with you all! Please let me know what you think of it.

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Het zit hem in de eenvoud Want alle begin is klein Een kamerplant wordt een woud Dan heb ik zo weer brandhout Dat ik in de winter niet wegkwijn Het zit hem in de eenvoud Hoe het me fris houdt De zomer zal zalig zijn Een kamerplant wordt een woud Als ik het lang volhoud Want het is op lange termijn Het zit hem in de eenvoud Een kamerplant wordt een woud

- Appelflap (geschreven met 3 woorden gekregen op Weerwoord Brugge: eenvoud, Appelflap, kamerplant)

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Het begon met een donderklap Geen trap, slag of stoot Maar een woord En meer woord En we horen weerwoord De bliksem was onze schuld Geen geduld, benul of schroom Maar een chipszakje Zilver chroom het licht reflecteert En we zien neerslag De storm gaat liggen Geen diggelen, bericht of afloop Maar de deur dicht En geen woord En we vrezen weerslag

- burenruzie (geschreven met 3 woorden gekregen op Weerwoord in Brugge: weerwoord, chipszakje, donderklap)

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No One Dies Alone In Revolution

He who had travelled a little bit further than they had ever believed one could, simply because they forgot how deep anger rots

An empty stomach fueled by his hate

We who had never seen someone so beautiful on a stage, we who then realized how loud our hollowed out bodies sound

We, empty bodies, echo soulful him

To die silent sounds worse

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No One Dies Alone in the Revolution

Ground made of our ashes

Oh, to discover flames don't care about colour, they just want to burn

Rejoice, oh ashes, I have already cried enough for all of us

Whether they want or not, trees will grow regardless

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Wrote a little poem while sitting in the park with friends

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Ik stond deze week nog eens op een podium. Een hele eer om met de gedichten van Julie Beirens in dialoog te mogen gaan.

Op haar gedicht op p7 heb ik gereageerd met een oud gedicht, growing pains.

Het gedicht op p27 uit de bundel spiegel ik met volgend gedicht:

Ik neem ruimte in Maar probeer mijn cijfers Terug te geven Opgroeien uit te vinken In mijn medisch dossier

Het kinderlichaam verslijt Scheurt aan de naden Er start een nieuwe tijd Ik weet alleen niet hoe Ik met naald en draad Mezelf marge kan geven

Het gedicht op p33 krijgt als reactie:

Ik zoek contact Maar telkens opnieuw Met een laag stof tussenin

Het gedicht op p76 was prachtig en bracht volgende woorden in mij los:

Ik zoek woorden Om jou mee te omhelzen Zodat ik je kan aanraken Zonder mijn huid tussen ons in

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Things I thought weren't good enough: My brother's promise to stand by me Or maybe his love for me Or maybe just me

My parents their opinion of me Or maybe their love for me Or maybe just me

My sister's survival instinct Or maybe her love for me Or maybe just me

Things I learned weren't good enough: How this world was never very fair Maybe it didn't love us Maybe it didn't love

How we learned to be cruel & cold & twisted Maybe we can only live if we're hateful Maybe we can't love

How the past never let us grow out of it Maybe I just want to be kind again Maybe I'll love the future then

— Attempt the impossible - A Jian Cheng character study - Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed - (e.r.) Other mo dao zu shi poems |x|

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I don't know how it came to this You were never a tall man   (My brother once thought you could be) But you've sunk pretty low Trying to rise so high

I know exactly how bloody Your hands are And I'm unforgiving

I don't know why it had to come to this I'm not a good man either   (My brother once tried to help you) I'll claw through dirt & worse To dig you a grave

I know exactly how bloody My hands are Because I'm unforgiving

I don't know where to go from this I've picked up my broken pieces   (You always feared the wrong brother) And I've tricked everyone Into burying yours

And now too many know how bloody Our hands are And I fear they're unforgiving

— My brother believed in justice - A nie HuaiSang character study - Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed - (e.r.) Other mo dao zu shi poems |x|

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The first rule I learned to break Was loving wild boys A rebellious boy showed me how - by giving me a loud smile, a minor misdemeanor - & a soft secret And I broke the rules by trying to keep them all & taking a little bit more

The second thing I learned could break Was my own heart A savage boy held it carelessly - by giving me a silent plea, an unforgivable crime - & his brutal death And I broke the rules by trying to keep him together & wanting a little bit more

The third thing to break is the silence A fierce boy doesn't get to stay dead - gives me a genuine smile, a playful wink - & stops being a secret And I break the rules by keeping him & loving him a little bit more

— The 3000 rules of the Gusu Lan Sect - A Lan Wangji character study - Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed - (e.r.) Other mo dao zu shi poems |x|

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I dig splinters out of my feet The earth wants to get its hooks in me When I run the earth feels the loss of me Like I feel the space between every heartbeat

A sort of deafening silence Like you get in heavy storms After the lightning has hit And the world seems to gather up sound For a moment

Before letting it all thunder free

I love that moment of absence As if sound itself has started running And for a moment its feet have left the ground I don’t understand why the earth doesn’t love it when I run

The earth conjures up a fog, hoping that if I cannot see I’ll fall and more of me will touch the ground I imagine vines will sprout to hold me down The more I struggle, the deeper I’ll get burried

Despite those fears I keep running

The earth doesn’t seem to understand I’d tear myself apart to keep going I would leave it all behind Arms, legs, lungs

The only part of me that is really me Is the part that is running

— storms, fog, love - suggested by anonymous - (e.r.) Send me three words and I’ll write a poem with them