Darkened windowSins and flowers, perfectly matched together
The fragrance, the misty thick layer of guilt and sadness
Left neatly behind it
So many feelings, overwhelming
So much, yet so little to consider
When every sin is laid before to tempt you
How can you not want to streech out your hand and grab it for granted?
I may ask
When sorrow thickens your blood
Slower your heart
And left behind are the petals
My dear, my love, my life
For the brake of dawn
For the senseless feelings and thoughts you breed in me
I am to not marked sense, so please
Lonely voice outside my shadowish mind
Let me know if you are listening For I am so lonely
For I am so lost
I have left behind so many unpainted drawings
So many decisions and now they come to haunt me again!
Oh please I am to beg not being tempt anymore
Do not lay my sins before me
Do not give me flowers
Do not make me finish my drawings, not when they are combined with temptation
So much as changed yet so little
My life, my love, my de
Poem 19If I had more courage I would decide only for what I want
And not for what's right
I would cry out
That I am lost, and as lost as I can be,
There's a hole in my chest eating me up, day and night,
Longing, missing witch ever you like
But there's still got to be something left out there for me,
I haven't found it yet
And I am nowhere near it, but I know there's something left
RunningI was running, so desperately, running, just running, feeling the pain, the pressure of the ground under my bare feet, the leaves and branches of the threes wiping my arms and face, sometimes the branches had thorns that would raze anywhere they could reach. But the pain wasn't enough to bother me, only once in a while I would notice some blood beads dripping from my face.
I would feel the suffocating pulling of air from my lungs and willingly slurp in some oxygen, not that it would satisfy me or my lungs, the burning need for air never was satisfied.
After some decades I got tired of running and started walking, barley looking around. My heart was somewhere back, never to be found.
Sometimes I got bored, tired, hungry, and I entered a house or tow just to look around, they never would be appealing to me, so I only stopped by.
Until the day I entered a small cottage. It was warm, with wooden walls and floor, it smelled like heaven and nature, all my senses were knocked dead and I was l
Bad DreamBad Dream
You are my bad Dream
I run, I hide, I scream
Longing, searching, running
I hide; build a giant wall inside my head
And as soon as the danger is on the other side
I am safe, shut up tight and neat on the safe side
I lean my back against the wall, and let myself trembling
Slide my back until I hit the ground
I'm safe Am I safe? Or just looked?
Either, being a coward or going against you
Witch is worst?
When the pain of seeing my nightmare, my future, my fears
Coming to get me, coming to seek me
Coming to shove all my mistakes and flaws down my trout
To show me, my particular horror show
And then, then you have me, blinded by tears
Small by regret
Useless by fear
I am there, the wall tumbles, brick, by brick
You manage to find your way in my little hiding place, my little box
Through at me knives you call words
And I'm useless, because everything
Every little bit is true
The only thing lovers can see
The only thing lovers can see
So many years and nothing had changed. Her gentle smile was the only thing I could see. And I had not realized how I had missed it. I had missed so much in so many ways, I had been blinded when it came to what I wanted, what I needed, it was the simple yet complex, standing right in front of me. So I took my time gasping for air as acknowledgment knocked me off my feet.
I couldn't believe I had once thought of her as plane. Now staring her, forcing myself just to take the time off and really look at her, I could finally see the magic, I could see true my eyes for the first time, the beauty of her smile, her dark eyes, her brown hair, with a hint of red.
It's funny how love works it comes loudly for some, demanding and capricious, and yet some times silently, just lurking under the surface, waiting for it's chance to come and steer at you in the face, with one question: "So how long will you take t realize I have been here all a