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Hi, I’m Maryleane, aka Marie irl.

I’m some Belgian girl who writes, sings, and shares.

Don’t thank me. Enjoy.



Spoken Words

Words are powerful, grand, alive, serene, violent, strong, impactful, light.

Wordy words, they shape stories, distort them, transform. They accuse, acquit, forgive even. Words have a life of their own. They make worlds of this world greedy, generous, full and fleshy. 

And sometimes, they’re just spoken.


There’re odd places in this world
That I go to when I’m in pain
Dreadful places of comfort
That I poorly love to hate

What the truth tastes like

The first time I’ve been told the truth
It had a metallic feeling
A mixed feeling, more like an alloy
It tasted like blood, red iron
And yet it was all blue and luminous and fierce.

Balancing doubt

Doubt if any
Truth will come to me
Doubt it shall be
To bend my head down
to the Earth

The game of life

Sometimes I play games
Sometimes they play me
Sometimes I win games
Sometimes they lose me

I love you

The sun has in space
Some spot in the sun
And inside it’s insanely

Don’t be nice

Don’t’ be nice to me.
I don’t want you to be nice.
I want you to shine, to cry, and pour out your light into the world.