SomethingSomething is angry with me and my aims,It burns all hope with hellish flamesAnd for all the failure I am blamed!It leaves me crying…Something is jealous, but what? I do not know,All the luck I have away it tries to blow,Something hates you and the love,That lives within me…Something is mad for no apparent reason,It destroys my future by treason.I am not a victim of circumstances,I am just cursed….Something is devouring me from inside,From this creature I cannot hide,Is it a ghost or is it a deamon?No one can tell, not even me…
A Tale of JealousyOnce upon a time in a Medieval World,Lived a beautiful girl,When she was little died her mother.During a battle had fallen her father. She lived alone in her house,From everyone she was hiding like a mouse.She was a peasant, but was loved by lords,Who played under her window different chords. About her grace rumors spread around,From all over the kingdom nobles her found.Near her house, everyone could hear the lute’s sound,Everyone could see knights wandering around. Times were dark; hostilities grew,To battles nobles their servants threw.Peasants had gone to fight,To protect their soil’s might. A young soldier returned from the field of war,From all the fighting he was sore,He saw many nobles near an old house,Yelling: “Please, be my spouse!” The girl glared at him; He glared at her,The warrior’s eyes began to blur, But he left; he did not make a sound,One knight yelled: “A deserter I found
The Path of LoveThere are too many talents,I am out of this game,No one but me there to blame.Everyone wants to achieve fame,Everyone has the chance,But my path is different: it is the path of love,It burned all the notes I madeDuring a life filled with sadness and hate. Wounded and abandoned I wander,With no aims, but with a wish,That will never come true,Not even if all stars will fall down.Loneliness is a bitter feeling,But you can get use to it.Days pass and hope drowns,Drowns in sands of despair,But SHE keeps me going.
Just GamesMy pen is my ace; my knowledge is my king,My love is my queen; my voice is my jack,But what is the use, if luck I lack. My look is my rook; my soul is my knight.Alas, they will never see the light,Because I am just a mere pawn,And I know I will never see the dawn! The games of life are unfair,They drag me into despair,Because rules no one spare,Try to rise against them, if you dare!
Library of LifeMemories are just a variety of useless sources,Sadness is just an old and boring book.Love is a cheap magazineWith 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…
WHY?By my friends I am abandoned,By my family I am misapprehended,Who in this World have I offended?What is my sin? What is foul?To ask all you I am bold!Alas, nobody has ever told! Where are my expectations?Where is the hope that I once had?I am a dull poet; I am a lousy writer.I am deceived and hurt,Dear reader, do not mind me,My poems will get more absurd!
I Wish Someday My Pain You Felt!I see the sunset, the sunset of my dreams.Where is everything in what I had believed?By you, my chosen, I was deceived,I did not see this coming, because love is blind,But no one has the power our lives to rewind. A hundred poems lying on the dirty ground,About to burn, good thing they cannot shout.Why is your beauty such a powerful curse?You made my writings useless, by conquering my verse! No one can hear me, but a few,Signs of eternity on my spirit they drew,Even mortality won’t stop me,I am alive, though from a cliff you dropped me. Of my existence you will never know,I am a candle waiting to be blown,But you ignore me and I melt,I wish someday my pain you felt!
Homeless GirlThe dirty streets sleep under a white sheet,I wander across the city, snowmen I meet.Everywhere I see happy gazes,Who knew that winter could bring smiles on sad faces? On the snow, on the cold ground,Dropping tears without a sound,Sat a girl with sky blue eyes,Her golden hair and bare feet in ice,I was frozen from life’s surprise. She murmured with her shaking voice:“I am here, because I have no choice,If you want to, go away,I am not forcing you to stay,But remember that, I too have something to say,I too had dreams, I too had hopes,But am tied by fate’s ropes!Fourteen years of my existence,Fourteen years of my resistance,Forged a poet's soul,I am freezing, but burn as a coal!” “I am poet also; I respect your art,Do not worry, I do not wish to part!One look at you sets me on fire,To hear you out I desire.To be honest, it’s a pity,To see a girl like you, both smart and pretty,In this white inferno imprisone
The Way You AreErase that fake smile from your pretty face,Wash out all the makeup, so I can see your grace.Life has granted you the beauty from beyond,To love you as the way you are I am bond.