ThoughtsI count days for no apparent reason,Ah, summer is a boring season.In this life I have no aim,I trashed everything and I’m not ashamed. I’m broken in to tiny pieces like some old glass,On the other bank of the river I cannot pass.I’m like an unfinished puzzle with lost pieces,I’m lost and no one me ever misses. I do not have the right to love I guess,But I’m in love nonetheless,Now I need to pay the price,Some even want my demise. I’m burning like old wood,This feeling won’t do me any good!She turned me to nothing but ashes,Though I survived many other clashes. No one knows what I want to say,No one shows me to the truth way.
The FeelingSomething inside is tearing me apart,This feeling comes from my heart.Everyone has their own roadBut 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 walkingI can hear her sing, I can hear her talkingHer 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 behindHer grace still to her me binds. From death I gave an oath to protect herWhen 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 watchingA 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 dyingFrom pain I
UnpopularI open my contact list, I see no one,I close the page, that’s it I’m done,I’m unpopular among everyone.I come to school,My classmates look at me with hostility,To speak I lose the ability,I’m not taking insults because of nobility,My tongue loses its mobility.On a piece of paper all my cries are heard,About my life I write a word,Sometimes it’s meaningful, sometimes absurd.I open my Twitter, I see only two supporters,Even to them I’m not worth two quarters.I open my Facebook, I have five friends,And none of them messages to me sends.On my YouTube channel no one subscribes,I’m even by my heart betrayed, to me it always lies.I’m a castaway, I’m misunderstood,They think I’m bad, but I want to be good.Alas, I’m pushed around even in my neighborhood.I’m am ordinary person, with ordinary aims,I don’t swear or call everyone bad names,I’m sick of life’s meaningless gam