Categorie: Waarheid

  • Nachtmodus – 02:05 u

    De wereld zwijgt,Ik beweegt.Mijn hart is nog wakker, mijn hoofd nog vol storm.En toch werk ik verder —niet om te ontsnappen,maar om mezelf te redden. Ik weet dat de slaap vanzelf zal komen,net zoals licht altijd terugkomt.Ik hoef het niet te forceren.Ik hoef alleen te blijven ademen en creĂ«ren…de rest doet de nacht wel. Wat…

  • Nachtreflectie – 02:10 u

    A heavy afternoon, a silent storm. Too many words, too much tension — but I stayed calm. 02:10 AM and I’m still awake, rebuilding myself piece by piece. No guilt. No excuses. Just truth, space, and dignity. RoseBloom 🌹

  • ACT III — “THE FINAL FLUSH”

    “The Jealousy Saga” follows two dramatic men — Karl and Charel — as they spiral into pure chaos, wild imagination and toilet-seat jealousy. A comedy of overreactions, flying emotions and bathroom battles… all painted in warm, narrative style. A playful wink at human insecurity — and how ridiculous love can look when ego takes the…

  • 🌹 ROSEBLOOM – La Semaine OĂą J’ai TraversĂ© le Feu

    autobiographique — brut Je n’écris pas ceci sous un alias. Pas comme la poète douce qui dissimule sa douleur. J’écris ceci en tant que moi — RoseBloom. La femme derrière le nom. La mère qui n’a pas hĂ©sitĂ© une seule seconde quand la vie de son enfant a Ă©tĂ© menacĂ©e. Je suis partie Ă  l’étranger…

  • 🌹 ROSEBLOOM – The Week I Walked Through Fire

    autobiographical — raw I am not writing this as an alias.Not as the soft poet who hides her pain.I am writing this as me — RoseBloom.The woman behind the name.The mother who didn’t hesitate for a single secondwhen her child’s life was in danger. I left for another country to write,to work,to breathe in a…

  • 🌹 ROSEBLOOM – De Week Waarin Ik Door Vuur Ging

    autobiografisch — rauw.” Ik schrijf dit niet als een alias.Niet als een zachte dichteres die de pijn verstopt.Ik schrijf dit als ik — RoseBloom.De vrouw achter de naam.De moeder die geen seconde twijfelde toen het leven van haar kind in gevaar kwam. Ik vertrok naar het buitenland om te schrijven,om te werken,om rust te vinden…

  • Aan Steef Schinkel

    Reflection – A Letter to Steef Schinkel A brief but heartfelt note of gratitude — for a writer who still dares to speak truth where silence reigns. Steef Schinkel’s latest column reminds us that democracy breathes through voices that serve conscience, not vanity. Truth isn’t noise — it’s the quiet courage to keep speaking. RoseBloom…

  • ROSEBLOOM – THE MANIFEST OF GOLDEN TEARS

    Subtitle: My tears are no longer weapons — they are truth that shines.Coda: Enough is enough. “They tried to silence my pain.But silence can no longer contain what was born in fire.” —- There comes a time when pain stops being pain —it becomes transformation.My tears are no longer weakness;they are liquid gold, sealed by…

  • The Heart That Dances With Fire

    My heart began to dance yesterday — not out of joy, but out of trembling truth. It wanted to soothe the flames, yet quivered at the lightning that had struck its very rhythm. Between fear and faith, I saw my own courage rise, fragile but unbroken — for every tear that falls into fire is…

  • The Light of My Elbow

    Even my fingertips refused to touch the past. English So I used my elbow — soft, firm, faithful. To turn on the light, without letting darkness follow me. — Français MĂŞme mes doigts ont refusĂ© de toucher le passĂ©. Alors j’ai utilisĂ© mon coude — doux, ferme, fidèle. Pour allumer la lumière, sans laisser l’ombre…