i know
to do it
i don't know why
i see the things
that make me cry
i know i should to
stay away
but things are there
were people are.
i feel them
in my frozen heart.
i never tell
the fortune
i never see the way
the way you wanna see it,
in another, different day.
the card of blackness
there's corpse and eye
From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ... and of course, most of life isn't real.
what made me from the cloud
and yet we're made from
something
and what we are
we are from
nothing
we are,
i am,
you are
a rock,
what i'm
i am,
i am
a rock,
and you,
you are
a thing
nor luck (and fuck) (or crack)
together
dust
from
end
to
start.
what
will,
will
keep
us,
us
appart,
the
thing there is
is thing appart,
there is
i am
you are
the thing
the thing
i love
from end
to start.
something
and what we are
we are from
nothing
we are,
i am,
you are
a rock,
what i'm
i am,
i am
a rock,
and you,
you are
a thing
nor luck (and fuck) (or crack)
together
dust
from
end
to
start.
what
will,
will
keep
us,
us
appart,
the
thing there is
is thing appart,
there is
i am
you are
the thing
the thing
i love
from end
to start.
Thank god for snow
i was Darth
You were on fire
danced then
triped the wire
and talked
a lot.
Next day
we could not wait
we had a dinner,
what a date.
then there was snow,
nice body,
nice soul.
you did not come
we go again ?
you stayed
i snore.
You were on fire
danced then
triped the wire
and talked
a lot.
Next day
we could not wait
we had a dinner,
what a date.
then there was snow,
nice body,
nice soul.
you did not come
we go again ?
you stayed
i snore.
Passing of time
Everything starts
with innocence
then evolves
in something,
good or bad,
in love or hate,
and time passes ...
You had love and smile,
now look back in passed time
what you see
is what you've missed
what you should,
and what you didn't do,
when time was right
your thought was wrong.
you missed so much
what life has offered,
does it stop ?
was it enough ?
is feeling empty,
will you not forget,
that simple life as time is passing,
and ends one day ?
your sons will stay...
do they know about your life?
about mistakes you made
of things you miss
what to do,
and how to live ?
when time is passing,
as we go and as we speak
tell them what you know,
tell them what you think.
with innocence
then evolves
in something,
good or bad,
in love or hate,
and time passes ...
You had love and smile,
now look back in passed time
what you see
is what you've missed
what you should,
and what you didn't do,
when time was right
your thought was wrong.
you missed so much
what life has offered,
does it stop ?
was it enough ?
is feeling empty,
will you not forget,
that simple life as time is passing,
and ends one day ?
your sons will stay...
do they know about your life?
about mistakes you made
of things you miss
what to do,
and how to live ?
when time is passing,
as we go and as we speak
tell them what you know,
tell them what you think.
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