My friends used to tell History is boring It kind of is. It kind of is when – It’s not our story. Depends on who we are. Once people bled when wars were waged When Riots burned children alive-some not yet born Revolutions taught to hate and love Refugees fled from their ravaged mother- Let … Continue reading Boring History
I read some poems today Today is very long Longer than the Sleep The poems made Today Thousand years long I just could live a few moments of it,in it. Ps. Its inspired by Cold Alone and Forgotten – Short Poem No. 40 Please check that out as well.
I opened a dusty drawer And got an old letter My mother's handwriting The handwriting eternal to me
I have no laugh to laugh. Everything exists In there own form They are not objects Only I am an object The only soul Who can not breathe Because air does not care He who turns To manure and only thus Even gods are not so strong to let him laugh.
I was waiting for my lady. My heart,my senses, My eagerness was waiting for her. In patience I awaited her coming, Every passing moment Stopped for a moment In front of me, for me. I waited as a figure Tensed to stone to jump to life - Terribly animated life. I was waiting for my … Continue reading I am waiting for my lady
I have no topic to love you with. Its just a passing phase. A phase that would drag through A million life times of a petty me
The voice of own soul And you cut my heart out Why did i ever look at a star that starts the tempest And rocks the little earth that is me If do not suffocate in love I party in soul to suffocate So that love pities me And i turn to you And all … Continue reading The voice of own soul