Sleepless nights of wonderSitting here wondering idling,what's wrong with my mind, it's playing tricks on me,playing videos in my mind.I'm full of thoughts of what has been,wondering idly what's coming in front.It's full of wonders, this night. Giving me the creeps,showing possible outcomes of my life.Ah, if only it was true,those things that my mind tells me about.Sleepless night makes me wonder if it's all right,if I am all right.There he lies sleeping soundly, like he has no worries about tomorrowhe sighs and snores and dreams hopefully.Not a worry about the next coming seasons',seams to pass by in his dreams, his thoughts.While these sleepless nights are keeping me up and about.Here I sit, this sleepless night, of all sleepless nightsand thinks, about how happy I am,how proud I'm off him.Now times tells me, that this sleepless night is over,although I am aware of that tomorrow has another sleepless night in store for me,as well as many other coming nights,to think about these thoughts
The star of my lifeThe star twinkling in the sky is mine,or at the very least that's what I thoughtbut now I'm not sureThat star is dim, or maybe the clouds are only in the wayI can no longer see it with my eyes.- Where are thou, my lovely star? You whom holds my heart?Always have you shined so stronglyshowing me the way and loving me, for me.Now I search the night for your ever glowing shine.Maybe day you might, once more, shine on meand accept me for me, loving me as you did once before.To me, you truly are the star of my life.
ConceptWhen the evening becomes shorterand the rain falls strongly.When the night calls for youdon't pay attention to the change of path.Perceive with vivid eyes the colour of the sunand look with unclouded spirit at the person at your side.Conclude with hard facts that the evidence is truethat when love is in the air, it's for you.To conceive with thoughts of worrythat you're to be alone in life,is to convince yourself that you're unworthy of love.The concept of imagining, is that you can make the visions come to life,that's if you believe hard enough in luck!Instil in your conscious the truth about yourself,and accept yourself as you're, then others will accept you as such!
ViolenceTo show you my sincerity over your wrongs, a blow I deal,to show you my love and my rage over your mistakes.I hand you a bruise, this,so that I later can show my sincere apology over my own rage.Then again even though it was you who made me do it,you made me show you where you went wrong.This is your repentance, the way I allow you pardon.So lie down and take it, because frailty, thy name is woman.Moreover you brought it upon yourself!I'm just bringing you to justice, when I deal my hand upon your cheekand leave that bruise for you to be shamed upon.Bow and take it and show your regret over your deeds.
predatorThe feelings are now gone, there is not reason for me to hang on.I will never forget how you won, by twisting my words for fun.The bonds between us have now been undone and I find myself starring at the sun.The sun turns from bright yellow into dull dun.With this turn I sense that life will take a different spun.The twist made me stun, yet again it made me run.It didnt matter how fast or long I was easily outrun.He and them stood before me again, each and one caring a gun.They want me back, so I could be the target for their sick fun.Ignoring theirs words, but they werent done.He walks up to me, speaks loving lies into my ear.My blood screams and my heart ponds in fear.His brown eyes that had held me captured for a year.The warm handsome smile now reminds me of a predators sneer.I just wanted to disappear, but then the puppeteer surrounded me with his adhere.No where to run, no where to rest and as frighten as a deer.I decided to finally stand my groun
a choice to makeThe changes in my life were abrupt,to many and all to fast for my liking!The past walked back into my life,not once but twice and so now I'm confused.The choice I have to make is complexand has too many outcomes.However no matter what the choice I make,itll be me who is hurt in the end,since its I who will invest in the choice.My future is on the line,depending on me making the correct choice.Cornered with no choice but to make the decision,while anxious about those itll affect in the long run.The time will soon arrive to demand an answer,an answer which Im afraid to give.The choice will result in me being in painand once again questioning myself.
DoubtIm numb; its like a blanket as wrapt itself around me.Numb, cold, totally isolated, that is some ways to explain my emotions.The snow outside mingles with my numb mind,its mixed up with the storm in my souland I can not find shelter from the harsh wind.How I wish there were some way of knowingwhether my life was made up by this or if this is my own fault.How I wish that I could stop wishingand just do something on my own.I can feel the excruciation pain of aloofness,which is my own fault for bearing around on my guiltyon display for the rest of the outside world to feel.Once again I find myself wondering if I can escape my own hell?Can I bring myself to actually open up my closed doorand draw away the blinders on my windows,to let in the light from outside?Can I bring myself to confront whatever fears and doubtthat I have about the outside world; can I bring myself to care?If I tell you that Im alright,
SeedI have devoted myself by putting all my soul into this hole.I have made a dent in your minds depth and there I planted a seed,similar to the one that was once planted in me.So I work hard in planting thoughts in people's head,thoughts/seeds that you will raise by your own values.So while it's the same seed as everyone got,it's still so different because of the way you raised it.And so one day it will have a seed of it's own inside its mind.It will get a chance to raise the seed into a plant,with its very own look on the world around.So many seeds once planted and now millionsof different views on reality and imagination.Millions of similar yet very different thoughtsas well as millions of voices wanted to be heard.
Harsh truthsJust harsh truths, that pulls at your skin.Just reality that pushes you down.All friends or just dreams?All good or is it all just façades?Just harsh truths, screaming from the edge.Don't let it pull you down into its depth.Make your stand and don't give up.Fight the life that was left behind.An angel will not appear, because you were not given one.But the demons will come to laugh at your expense.Ignore them and fight the depression that looms a head.Don't ignore them but listen to the cries underneath their eyes.Just harsh truths running freely into your ear,screaming at you that you're nothing worth.Don't listen to the fake truth or the truth that screams of lies.But don't ignore the vibrant prophesy that sends the sky above into chaos.The black sky cries raindrops for your mind.The wind that is picking up now surrounds your bleeding body.The water running to your mouth is the dreams you once held.All is illusions, see it and fight the depression that's tries to o
EvolutionEvolutionis a silent process of changingwe realise from the result.It Can't Be The Target.
UntitledGlide through the heavensin hopes to evade the crimson wingsthat holds you down.Be free.When will you shut the pearly gatesand walk away?When will you cut the crying chainsthat paint you grey?be free.Be freeBe Free.
ExelixiΕξέλιξηείναι μια σιωπηλή διαδικασία αλλαγήςπου αντιλαμβανόμαστε εκ του αποτελέσματος.Δεν Μπορεί Να Είναι Ο Στόχος.
Five Reasons to Not Write PoetryI.Sooner or later,It'll mess with your head;You'll be taking a shower, orLying in bedWhen the "inspiration"Hits you hardAnd when you miss the bus and first hourYou have to use the"I over-slept" card.II.It'll have you thinkingAt every point of the day;Twisting words and making rhymesProdding until the language swaysTo your fingertipsAnd theLower case letters nipIn hopes that you'll use themAbuse them until you are atYour hem.III.They will mock you untilYou simply can't think;The words swirling around,They will push you to the brinkOf complete denial,Of absolute insanity;"Yes, I ate enough" and "Yes, IFeel fine" are the words youHave to beat.IV.You will not care how peopleReact to what you say;What do they know ofWhat we do everyday?You think that to yourself,As a way to not seek helpIn the comfort of realLove and not the fake kindYou write of.V.You will lie and you willCheat and scoff and sayNothingFor all your mostImportant words are
What Rape Can't Tell YouHe parrots the word, over and over until it sticksLike the bruises on schoolchildren's hands, when they realize purple hurts more than redWhile others mourn the translation lost in betweenThe definition he wroteAnd what they want to scream to the world.All you know is a word,The hell hidden beneath it is nothingBut the trace of a memory that doesn't belongTo you, and you're so glad it isn't yoursBecause then that pain can just be a word,A beautiful illusion of pretend-this-doesn't-happen andThis-won't-happen-to-youYou deserve prettier words, better words, you thinkOnes that stay silent, can be hidden across a pageVictimless and longer than the four letters they warn you aboutYou don't know how that word is strungOr why they tie chords around their wristsIn protest, why the memories they drag are drugged andFilthy with the crimes that can't be forgivenYou don't know how that syllable can hurt,What it can doYou don't see the gashes in their organsOr the fissures tha
MarksThese marksWith meForever and everA piece of my pastBoth a prideAnd a shameA memoryOf all these momentsWhen the blade didWhat it does best
I Lied"I lied," shewhispered, as a tear fell down her pale cheek."I was neverokay."
EmbersHer hair was orangeand glowed in the fireturning black and ashnot a single moment laterthe scissors were coldThe embers wereglowing just the samehungry for her tressesthe royal red burnedyet no burn was leftHer hair was shortuneven with amber rootsoutgrowing the dyeshowing her natural shademom and dad took the scissors awayOrange locks tickle her neckfire cannot fight firemom and dad breathe easiershe does not touch the scissorsthough she always looksShe is eighteenleaving home is a blessingher hair bundled in a hatshe does not like to see itthe brightness keeps her up at nightThe hairdresser mourns her hairmore than she ever doesas it falls limply to the groundthe locks have lost their hueshe smiles as they fallIt is easier to tell people she is happynow her hair is goneorange roots don't show on a shaved headshe stands proudly nowshe doesn't keep scis
speaking in daggersspeaking in highways, steel lines, edges of megathrust magnetsthrown off their orbit; your glorious pain is impersonal here - the ghost touch of glass panes versusskyscrapers' nuzzling during aquake; no more quakes, no more oceans,shh, the crackling scaresa sparrow out of the bushes. the hunter producing a bird the overflowing light dissecting reedsto revealall the possible trajectories of a gunshot.happiness is the khaki overgrowththis is the amazon blooming, its thorns devour and chokethe struggle out of you; i am a voice lost in the treeswe'll never meetyou'll never cut through here
FlowingFlowing timecan't stop timeFlowing timepass too fastFlowing timecan't come backFlowing timecaught me hereFlowing timewon't stop this time.