Memories are just a variety of useless sources,
Sadness is just an old and boring book.
Love is a cheap magazine
With a photo of a beauty queen,
But its articles every day a bit destroy me…
I want to burn it all;
I want my library to fall!
I do not want to see the past,
I want to change my fate fast!
Her image must be smashed,
All knowledge about her must turn to ash,
And my heart will never again clash!
Alas, no matter how hard I try,
Even if everything is gone,
She is still there…
In a World where our dreams come true,
It is a place for me and you,
But one thing is for sure,
It is in our minds and we cannot find a cure.
We have something called imagination,
“If” is a word of its creation!
We see, we feel the land that we desire,
But it is not real: our minds are liars.
Maybe, my love, one day we’ll meet,
If on the same path stand our feet.
Destiny all reasons can abide,
From it no mortal being can hide!
Again my soul sings songs from far away,
I feel that I won’t see the day,
Which I awaited for this long,
To bear this pain I am not strong.
In my garden, under an apple tree stands an old piano,
At nights, when the moon shines, I play,
And the sounds for thoughts make way!
Traveler, if you pass near a garden, untainted and wild,
You’ll hear the music of a lonely piano,
Sometimes it is loud and sometimes it is mild.
It comes from a broken heart,
You know life is cruel and hard,
Different worries want to rip me apart.
By grief my mind is cursed,
By love my piano is enchanted,
Many feelings to my soul are granted,
But for no reason I get worse.
Rip out my heart and rid me of this madness,
Love causes nothing but sadness.
My admiration for you no one predicted,
By your gaze for years I’m convicted.
I'm acting like a fool because of you.
People think I’m crazy; they don’t have a clue,
That I gave my soul to you,
But now I do not know what to do.
Far away in the Caucasian mountains,
Words hit from my pen like thousand fountains,
To you they want to tell my tale,
Alas to reach you they always fail.
My existence to you is unknown,
No one cares about me, I’m alone,
No matter what, to write to you I attempt,
But struggle is useless to my contempt.
I’m
You are just a piece of glass,
You do not have style or class,
Why do you haunt me with my reflection?
Why do you kill all my affection?
You are just a mirror!
I can shatter you any moment,
To end this endless, painful torment,
But seven years of bad luck are not worth it,
You make me everything simply forfeit!
You are just a mirror!
When I look at you I feel so hopeless,
You kill every bit of light,
When I look at you I feel so worthless,
You take all that’s left of my might.
You are just a mirror!
You make me dive in the darkest abyss,
There is no one detail that you miss,
You reflect my feelings and my face,
And I j
Hello, my name is Murad and I'm originally from Azerbaijan,but now I live in Kansas. I'm an aspiring writer. I have been publishing my works on many other websites since 2010. I write poems, stories, fanficts and ect. I also like music and drawing(despite the fact that i'm bad at it)
Favourite Movies
Too many that I can think of
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Coldplay, Mozart, Chopin and ect.
Favourite Books
Les Miserables, Divine Comedy, Crime and Punishment, Lord of The Rings and ect
Favourite Writers
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Victor Hugo, Dante Alighieri, Tolkien and ect
I just found your profile and I enjoy your writing style. Unfortunately, I haven't had enough time yet to go through all your works but I'll definetely do it another time Keep it up!