Nights like these remind me of the times I felt, times when I had feelings. Feelings I had buried deep inside of me. Because they never brought me anything but pain and despair.
When the night air smells like now, I tend to recall the moments of desire, tender intentions, romantic dreams and foolish hope for love.
These remembrances haunt me. They tend to rise from their graves like undead ghouls and shake my calm. For such reminiscences I now feel nothing but resentment for making me what I am.
They are like ghosts. Roaming about the dark empty hallways of the castle of my heart. At times I can hear the echoes of their wailings from the for
I'm rolling down
Straight to Hell
I'm boiling in a pot
I'm under your spell
I'm white-hot
And I'm steaming
I know I'll burn but...
...I'm not leaving
Spill some more lava on me baby
Throw me on the grill
Barbeque me baby
Grind me in your mill
Toss and turn
Fry to burn
Cook me like a steak
I guess that I'm a freak
But without you I'd be bleak
It's your cruel love that keeps me awake
You are the fire
That burns and keeps me warm
All I desire
My lighthouse in the storm
The pain that keeps me focused
You don't let me freeze
Spare me of the bogus
Save me from the peace
You are the Devil's daughter
So I sell my soul
To y
Estoy captando el aire con mi boca
Como un loco estoy tratando respirar
Pero el aliento no está viniendo
Y el cerebro no más quiere funcionar
Yo quisé olvidarte muchas vezes
Pero estas grabada tan profundo
Que yo no puedo quitarte, porque eres...
Eres lo único que yo amo en este mundo
Mujer, si yo pudiera expicar
Que mucho amor llevo por ti
No nesecitaría grabar
Estas palabras escritan aquí
Yo quisiera ser un otro hombre
Cual tu pudieras amar
Pero solo puedo ser este pobre
Cual el único que puede es fallar
Y te pido a disculparme
Porque lo único que un pobre puede es pedir
Aparte de en
If I choose to excuse
Myself
What could I possibly lose?
May I confuse the truth
About me
Still, what could you prove?
This all may sound-not too profound
Since I ain't sober
This can go round'n'around
But is the truth really, really sharp or just so silly?
Truth is just like love
It comes willy-nilly, pure as a white dove,
And to excuse myself
I say I'm sorry
Though you don't give a good goddamn
For all the cheesy shit i wrote
That for me was torrid
That slammed me like a ram
I lost my head up in the clouds
Perhaps it has enriched my soul
Somehow
But I need to hit the ground
Right now
I need to feel the real sound
And
I've told myself many times "that's enough"
That I can't carry this in my heart any more
But as long as it's there, I'm comfortably stuffed
My heart keeps beating, as long as it's sore
I'm grateful for my life being so simple so far
'Cause it means I've more time to suffer for you
I fear that the beauty of a new start would leave my life marred
Somehow I find it more beautiful to be feeling this blue
Yes, I'd accept a change, but only if it includes you
You by my side, my woman, my curse and destiny too
In my world of dreams, poetry and things beyond,
I would endure and wait forever
But the inescapable reality is not so fond
And I've fears
Dream a little dream of me by BogdanGusarov, literature
Literature
Dream a little dream of me
I'm sorry for not being what you wanted
I'm sorry, but love stays love no matter what you call it
I'm dead-tired, but I keep on pacing
I'm an iceberg on the outside, but my heart is racing
And it's a sweet venom, a pleasant sting
To know I'll always be but a beggar
Always thankful for anything you bring
Even if you mince my heart with a shredder
But despite all that I want to do something too
For your pleasure, well being, I want to love you
Love you the way you'd want it
Bring you delight of any kind
I'd be happy to sell my soul for it
To stay a little longer in your sober mind
I'm as desperate as a man can be
And in my dreams I dream,
What was never meant to be by BogdanGusarov, literature
Literature
What was never meant to be
As adolescents we first met
As young ones we first kissed
Throughout the years that pass by we let
No doubt each other we've missed,
After the experiences of common
After the evenings of romance
As pure as a fine diamond
It became clear at long last,
I spent quite some years
Living for every chance to see you
Shed countless tears
To see what I have to do,
Because of the fate
That's mightier than us both
Impossible to escape
Regardless of any oath,
Across an ocean of time
I'd reach to you surely
To finally make you mine
To love you fully and purely
But life's not a novel
Our story's not a film
And I can't be your lover
No, not in this rea
A perfect woman is a devil
And that's the way it should be
But be careful to never say never
At least once in your life a devil you'll meet
It's not certain she'll turn to your side
But be sure you'll turn to her's
And there'll be nowhere to hide
No matter who spots who first
Now I met a perfect woman
A devil in disguise
Not what I'd been assuming
When she first knocked out my eyes
As time passed
As we grew and changed
At the longest last
Our game had gotten it's rules arranged
How can I regret the sorrows
When I live to sell my soul
Forget the never coming morrows
Blind as sorry mole
But not a single day of seven years
Not a second I'd
All the trivial cases,
That all people attend,
When they're in love, in outer spaces,
When all the trials end,
Rationally, it's all cheesy,
Not worth a man's tear,
Poetry is easy,
When what kills you isn't so dear,
Not so fatal,
Nor so deep inside one's heart,
Though we're taught of love from the very cradle,
Taught of selflessness from the very start,
What are worth the words?
Without a tear inside,
Without an image that leaves you disturbed?
Without a feeling undescribed,
Write as many rhymes,
Your imagination's able to provide,
Try as many times,
To paint a picture of what's inside,
Love, will always be the one,
That'l
Nights like these remind me of the times I felt, times when I had feelings. Feelings I had buried deep inside of me. Because they never brought me anything but pain and despair.
When the night air smells like now, I tend to recall the moments of desire, tender intentions, romantic dreams and foolish hope for love.
These remembrances haunt me. They tend to rise from their graves like undead ghouls and shake my calm. For such reminiscences I now feel nothing but resentment for making me what I am.
They are like ghosts. Roaming about the dark empty hallways of the castle of my heart. At times I can hear the echoes of their wailings from the for
I'm rolling down
Straight to Hell
I'm boiling in a pot
I'm under your spell
I'm white-hot
And I'm steaming
I know I'll burn but...
...I'm not leaving
Spill some more lava on me baby
Throw me on the grill
Barbeque me baby
Grind me in your mill
Toss and turn
Fry to burn
Cook me like a steak
I guess that I'm a freak
But without you I'd be bleak
It's your cruel love that keeps me awake
You are the fire
That burns and keeps me warm
All I desire
My lighthouse in the storm
The pain that keeps me focused
You don't let me freeze
Spare me of the bogus
Save me from the peace
You are the Devil's daughter
So I sell my soul
To y
Estoy captando el aire con mi boca
Como un loco estoy tratando respirar
Pero el aliento no está viniendo
Y el cerebro no más quiere funcionar
Yo quisé olvidarte muchas vezes
Pero estas grabada tan profundo
Que yo no puedo quitarte, porque eres...
Eres lo único que yo amo en este mundo
Mujer, si yo pudiera expicar
Que mucho amor llevo por ti
No nesecitaría grabar
Estas palabras escritan aquí
Yo quisiera ser un otro hombre
Cual tu pudieras amar
Pero solo puedo ser este pobre
Cual el único que puede es fallar
Y te pido a disculparme
Porque lo único que un pobre puede es pedir
Aparte de en
If I choose to excuse
Myself
What could I possibly lose?
May I confuse the truth
About me
Still, what could you prove?
This all may sound-not too profound
Since I ain't sober
This can go round'n'around
But is the truth really, really sharp or just so silly?
Truth is just like love
It comes willy-nilly, pure as a white dove,
And to excuse myself
I say I'm sorry
Though you don't give a good goddamn
For all the cheesy shit i wrote
That for me was torrid
That slammed me like a ram
I lost my head up in the clouds
Perhaps it has enriched my soul
Somehow
But I need to hit the ground
Right now
I need to feel the real sound
And
I've told myself many times "that's enough"
That I can't carry this in my heart any more
But as long as it's there, I'm comfortably stuffed
My heart keeps beating, as long as it's sore
I'm grateful for my life being so simple so far
'Cause it means I've more time to suffer for you
I fear that the beauty of a new start would leave my life marred
Somehow I find it more beautiful to be feeling this blue
Yes, I'd accept a change, but only if it includes you
You by my side, my woman, my curse and destiny too
In my world of dreams, poetry and things beyond,
I would endure and wait forever
But the inescapable reality is not so fond
And I've fears
Dream a little dream of me by BogdanGusarov, literature
Literature
Dream a little dream of me
I'm sorry for not being what you wanted
I'm sorry, but love stays love no matter what you call it
I'm dead-tired, but I keep on pacing
I'm an iceberg on the outside, but my heart is racing
And it's a sweet venom, a pleasant sting
To know I'll always be but a beggar
Always thankful for anything you bring
Even if you mince my heart with a shredder
But despite all that I want to do something too
For your pleasure, well being, I want to love you
Love you the way you'd want it
Bring you delight of any kind
I'd be happy to sell my soul for it
To stay a little longer in your sober mind
I'm as desperate as a man can be
And in my dreams I dream,
What was never meant to be by BogdanGusarov, literature
Literature
What was never meant to be
As adolescents we first met
As young ones we first kissed
Throughout the years that pass by we let
No doubt each other we've missed,
After the experiences of common
After the evenings of romance
As pure as a fine diamond
It became clear at long last,
I spent quite some years
Living for every chance to see you
Shed countless tears
To see what I have to do,
Because of the fate
That's mightier than us both
Impossible to escape
Regardless of any oath,
Across an ocean of time
I'd reach to you surely
To finally make you mine
To love you fully and purely
But life's not a novel
Our story's not a film
And I can't be your lover
No, not in this rea
A perfect woman is a devil
And that's the way it should be
But be careful to never say never
At least once in your life a devil you'll meet
It's not certain she'll turn to your side
But be sure you'll turn to her's
And there'll be nowhere to hide
No matter who spots who first
Now I met a perfect woman
A devil in disguise
Not what I'd been assuming
When she first knocked out my eyes
As time passed
As we grew and changed
At the longest last
Our game had gotten it's rules arranged
How can I regret the sorrows
When I live to sell my soul
Forget the never coming morrows
Blind as sorry mole
But not a single day of seven years
Not a second I'd
All the trivial cases,
That all people attend,
When they're in love, in outer spaces,
When all the trials end,
Rationally, it's all cheesy,
Not worth a man's tear,
Poetry is easy,
When what kills you isn't so dear,
Not so fatal,
Nor so deep inside one's heart,
Though we're taught of love from the very cradle,
Taught of selflessness from the very start,
What are worth the words?
Without a tear inside,
Without an image that leaves you disturbed?
Without a feeling undescribed,
Write as many rhymes,
Your imagination's able to provide,
Try as many times,
To paint a picture of what's inside,
Love, will always be the one,
That'l
Souls and Sparkles by WhisperedInsanity, literature
Literature
Souls and Sparkles
To write something that is meaningful to someone else, you must first write something that is meaningful to yourself.
There are a thousand rooms in each person's mind, and each mind is a maze because it has been tangled. The hallways are criss-crossing and clumping, like long hair in the wind. Society has made it so.
We all have impure thoughts. Things that would make us "bad", unequal, or imperfect. Thoughts that make us different in gloriously unusual ways. We are born into the world unashamed, but then we are taught the unspoken words. Words that are rules. Words like normal, like good and bad, ugly and pretty. We are taught that if we d
Canary yellow tendrils,
long sunshine flowing and lining
a perfect smile, dimples and all,
it's like every single time you
grin, it's just another hook
you've got in me.
You just giggle and turn away,
laugh and pretend you don't hear
my advances, it's as if this whole
playing coy thing was thought out
ahead of time.
If I'm just reaching for the stars
then honey I've got my hands on the
milky way, gripping space and
begging for more.
I guess I just want what
I can't have.
Strawberry locks, with cute little spots
dotting high cheek bones, with those
piercing green eyes and porcelain skin,
it's like the world's greatest pai
I hung myself on the noose of loneliness
long before you became the object of my affection.
You are the very focal point of my desire,
the very center of my universe, where gravity didn't
exist nor hinder me in any way as I floated high
above this world, a Universe far away from the
dregs and low-lives, where we could be together alone.
Don't mistake my intent for obsession, harm is far
from anything I would pose to you, and if I frighten you,
believe me I scared myself long before any one else.
I climbed Jacob's ladder straight to Heaven itself,
where the only thing awaiting me was your smile,
even if I've only seen it from a distance, t
Did you ever feel like you wouldn't mind,
if you'd get hit by a car?
Did you ever swim in the ocean,
and wouldn't care if you'd swim too far?
Have you ever not been able to open your eyes,
just 'cause it hurts too much?
Well, I feel like such.
I could touch it, I could feel it on my fingertips.
I could smell it, I could taste it on my lips.
You dragged me through hell,
and watched me as I fell.
It's not okay, but I will be.
I'll just have to find the real me.
Time will tell how hard I really fell.
I'll be fine, but right now I'm not doing so well.
I'm like a torn up piece of paper
And you, a broken pen
Together we are nothing
And we'll be nothing to the end
But darling they can fix you
And I am nothing still
An eternity of nothingness
My death becomes my will
And when you're floating flying falling screaming shouting yell
Remember that my life is
Just a fiery hell
Impulsiveness it takes control
And grabs a hold of me
I never meant to live this long
I've waited patiently
So kill me now and kill me fast
I'll tell you something true
Even though i'm letting go
I'm still in love with you
If I'm black and blue will you love me then?
If I let you hit me again and again
If I cry and hide and bruise and bleed
If I follow you while you take the lead
If I hold your hand for the dance of death
If I let you beat me 'til I'm out of breath
I love you so much, but you knock me down
It's so tough to get off the ground
I can't take this any longer
Like a broken bone, I'll come back stronger
I'll stand and rise from the floor
I'll be better than before
I'll end all the lies and deceit
With a smile so wide while you watch me leave.
There is no war, and yet no peace either.
And even as all hope is cast aside, it still blazes.
Burning yet freezing as I soar and yet fall.
Here I am in emptiness though completely filled.
I am not forced to remain here, yet bound all the same.
And though so bound, I am also set free.
Though I am not dead, I cannot seem to live...
And love does not so much as care.
Though blinded, I see, and though mute, I scream.
And just as I long for health, I ask for death.
I hate myself because my heart does not belong to me.
In my sorrow I am whole, and happy in my anguish.
Nothing is right...not life nor death.
And dear Love, I utterly bla
There comes a time in our lives
when we have to say goodbye.
Friendships come and go
even if we wish it could be otherwise.
My double standards got in the way
just like your uncaring demeanor.
I see that clearly now.
You saw it all along.
In many ways, I was wrong.
But that doesnt mean you were always right.
We both won and lost battles.
We were both partially right
and mostly wrong
in some instances.
And we were both too set in our ways to change.
Youre able to accept the fact
that friendships end.
Its time I learn from your example.
Maybe we just forgot how to be friends.
More lik
I feel like I'm having a crisis of inspiration, no feelings i would like to express, or feelings i consider important to express, I'm starting to feel awkward when writing another poem about things that's already been written, images that's already been seen, even writing this journal feels stupid but i am writing it anyway.
But maybe a crisis in one sphere is a progress in another, hopefully.
But considering that nobody gives a fuck about this i feel a little dumb, no complaining.
Perhaps I'm just trying to compensate the lack of facebook and it's dumb statuses which i have forsaken a long time ago in order to break away from it.
Even th
Technically everyone is a poet, because poetry and generally art is an unseparable part of our human nature. It only depends on your choice whether to call yourself a poet or not. You do not have to publish your work, or get any honorarium for it in order to obtain the right to call yourself a poet, you already are one.