The FeelingSomething inside is tearing me apart,
This feeling comes from my heart.
Everyone has their own road
But I don’t know mine, I wear a blindfold.
I am blind from the light I saw,
I only hear my heart's vow.
I’m alone in an empty field,
This field is called life and in front of it I yield
Time unnoticeably passes by,
To my dreams I said “goodbye”.
To my future I shut the door,
This feeling I can bear no more.
I melting slowly like white snow,
About my fate nothing you know.
I’m cursed by love, this love is unrequited,
I’m not strong enough to fight it.
Ghostly LoveI’m a specter, who around her is walking
I can hear her sing, I can hear her talking
Her smile happiness to me brings,
But she cannot see me, I’m nothing.
I’m the one, who loved her the most,
But time came and now I’m just a ghost.
I traveled around our beautiful World,
And I found my more beautiful girl.
I’m a spirit and beside her I always stand,
If only my pain she can understand!
Alas, for her I’m just thin air,
My existence is nothing but despair.
I do not want to appear and terrify her,
Many by my visit frightened were.
I do not want to hurt my love,
Her joy from everything is above.
Her loveliness sometimes makes me blind,
When I was mortal I almost lost my mind.
Though those days are behind
Her grace still to her me binds.
From death I gave an oath to protect her
When she is in trouble I try to save her,
When she is ill I try to find a cure,
If only she knew that my love is pure.
Nobody knows I
The Worst Poem I've Ever Written in My Life(2010)It is night once again!
And I am writing a poem again.
I feel words coming to me,
And in this poem they’ll run free.
Two months ago I saw a dream,
It was scary and extreme.
About this mystic vision
I had a big suspicion.
It looked like a prediction,
Or just a science-fiction.
I didn’t believe in it,
But it was close to the truth a bit.
I saw in my dream the Third World War,
But I thought it is just a dream and nothing more.
There was a motive in the dream from a poem I don’t adore
“It Was Love and Nothing More”.
That is a poem of mine, it is part of this tale,
Like my other poem “Trapped in the Dark Vale”.
The poem was about the day, before the war
That day was full of love and nothing more.
It was sunny in the park,
But from sadness my heart was dark.
Suddenly I saw a girl under a tree,
And from darkn
Poem of the MadYou’re loved by everyone,
Every day for you is fun,
But I’m alone in this World,
Alas, I’m no one.
I was just a bookworm,
Who was bound everything to learn,
Whatever was the question an answer I found,
To take all tests I was bound.
Life gave me a test,
To get rid of a pest,
A test called “love”,
By cupid’s arrow I was hit,
And that was it.
I forgot everything that I once knew,
To answer question, to solve equations I lost the clue.
I threw my future in to the garbage can for you!
I cancelled everything I had to do.
I beg you; get out of my head,
Do you want to see me on the floor dead?
Why do you such things to me,
You ruined my life, but that you cannot see.
I try to erase my memory,
I try to read some history,
But then you come again like a ghost,
And from what I read I forget the most.
You do not know that I exist,
You cannot hear on what I insist.
I have no talent, I have no future,
I have no
Killed in ActionIn the local cemetery I’m in my grave,
Death took me and made me its slave.
It happened not long ago,
When I served in the military.
Our foes were approaching,
And I was watching
A soldier, who was passing near,
His daughter followed him to the frontier,
And from her eye fell a tear.
A young private stopped by,
He knew soon he could die,
He noticed the tear falling from her eye.
He whispered: “Please, don’t cry”.
Full of grief, I looked away,
I never thought I would see this day,
The rival army was close enough,
It is time to forget about love.
The shooting began,
It was the final exam,
I noticed that life was sham!
I had to defend myself; I had no other options,
Guns were like volcanic eruptions.
I was shot once,
I was shot twice,
I was like a melting ice.
I remembered her one last time,
I wrote to her my last rhyme:
“My love, you don’t know me,
And maybe you won’t,
It is a good thing that you don’t!
You see I’m dying
From pain I
Les Miserables PledgeLes Miserables Pledge
I will remember Jean Valjean
when I steal a loaf of bread
and when I ask "Who am I?"
I will remember Javert
when I look at the stars
and when I am let go from someone who should've killed me.
I will remember the Thernardiers
when I am Master of the House
and when I learn how the Dog Eats the Dog.
I will remember Fantine
when I Dream a Dream
and when I will do anything for a person.
I will remember Marius
When I see Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
and when my world is changed in a moment of breathless delight.
I will remember Cosette
when I have a Castle on a Cloud
and a Heart Full of Love.
I will remember Eponine
when I am On My Own
and when there is a Little Fall of Rain.
I will remember Enjolras
when I see Red and Black
and when I Hear the People Sing.
I will remember Gavroche
when I see Little People.
I will remember the Friends of the ABC
when I meet someone who makes sacrifices for an important cause
and when I see a red flag.
THIS I SWEAR BY THE STARS!
You are Beautifuli.
You are precious
don't let them tell you you're not.
I love you and
I don't want you to hurt so much.
Your tears fall too much.
You are not a waste of space
and your thoughts do mean
a lot to them.
You are not fat,
you are not disgusting,
just look in the mirror.
Those ribs do poke out
and just because the
number rose doesn't
mean you're fat.
you're scarily skinny.
Please stop crying,
I can't stand your pain.
I want to hold your hand still
but I have no control
over you when you're like this.
I don't like the sight of your
It scares me.
No, no one wants you to die.
I don't want you to die
and if you die, I do too.
I hate it when you think like this
and I'm scared because
I know I'm one of the only things
keeping you breathing.
I'm the one that stops you from jumping.
I'm the one that stops you cutting too deep.
I'm the one that hides the belt away.
I'm the one that's saving you,
with a little help from others.
Notes for Lilith -Top Words-God is not a Man
or a Woman;
God is our name
for the best qualities of both,
wanting to believe
that at least the intentions were good.
Love is not dead, my daughter,
not yet or ever, and anyone who says so
is a coward, or a foolish cynic.
Love is what makes us like the angels,
Daughter of Men, Daughter of Women,
and even the angels linked together atoms
to express their Love
the way we do.
Never let anyone convince you that Love is wrong,
but do not make it an excuse
to be careless.
Daughter, you were named for the seldom-mentioned First-Woman,
who, wanting an Equal, not a ruler,
left the Perfect Garden
in search of Love.
The story went on without her,
but I think she found what she was looking for,
that Someone who was the other half-soul
that God had sundered.
Daughter, never settle for a 'maybe',
for an easy, pleasing, but slightly discordant song.
Too many people do, living with okay-ness
because they are afraid
to wait for really-beautiful-ness.