I happened to write some poems, and I'll probably write more, so I decided to make a thread for them. So I gonna post my poems here, hope you enjoy!
Listen!
Listen!
Do you hear the birds?
Not sure where they are,
But you don't care,
Where the soft breeze comes from, either.
So just close your eye,
That's the best of all the worlds,
Enjoy it,
Breathe,
And, just:
Listen.
That feeling
What do I feel?
I ask myself,
As I lean over the table.
I wonder...
Did I asked this before?
I'm not sure.
Maybe,
When all the lights fade away,
And the sinister cloud
Of my darkest thoughts appear,
It gives me that ghoulish feeling,
That I'm afraid.
And not just afraid!
I'm the most scared person in the world!!
I look down on that organic puppet,
That once served me as my,
So mighty, so powerful guardian,
In the endless siege of life,
Once invented by the almighty will,
And it doesn't feel like it iwould be mine at all.
I start to feel thirsty.
I need to eat something too.
Gotta get some food and drink maybe.
I'm focused on my daily routine,
So I feel that the fear is fading a little bit.
As I pour the drink into my mouth,
I realize:
What I'm searching for,
What's lack caused my fear,
What I needed to "drink",
Is just one simple thing,
What was always next to me,
But I've never noticed it,
Is that feeling
That was given to us,
For "the endless siege of life",
By the all-caring will:
Love.
Listen!
Listen!
Do you hear the birds?
Not sure where they are,
But you don't care,
Where the soft breeze comes from, either.
So just close your eye,
That's the best of all the worlds,
Enjoy it,
Breathe,
And, just:
Listen.
That feeling
What do I feel?
I ask myself,
As I lean over the table.
I wonder...
Did I asked this before?
I'm not sure.
Maybe,
When all the lights fade away,
And the sinister cloud
Of my darkest thoughts appear,
It gives me that ghoulish feeling,
That I'm afraid.
And not just afraid!
I'm the most scared person in the world!!
I look down on that organic puppet,
That once served me as my,
So mighty, so powerful guardian,
In the endless siege of life,
Once invented by the almighty will,
And it doesn't feel like it iwould be mine at all.
I start to feel thirsty.
I need to eat something too.
Gotta get some food and drink maybe.
I'm focused on my daily routine,
So I feel that the fear is fading a little bit.
As I pour the drink into my mouth,
I realize:
What I'm searching for,
What's lack caused my fear,
What I needed to "drink",
Is just one simple thing,
What was always next to me,
But I've never noticed it,
Is that feeling
That was given to us,
For "the endless siege of life",
By the all-caring will:
Love.