Snivy063
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Hello there, I'm Teezee, and you have stumbled into my modest little poetry thread. I don't take poetry that seriously, I write because I do think that this is the only way in which I could write down what I'm feeling, and what I'm thinking, so don't expect too much from my works, but anyway. I do hope that you guys are gonna enjoy reading, criticisms are also welcomed with open arms. :)
SUMMARY:
BLESS YOUR SOUL
GRANDFATHER'S LETTER
BROKEN WINDOWS
BIG LOVE
I'LL NEVER BE YOU
RESPONSIBLE
CHANGE
BURN
TIME STILL TICKS ON
KUREN (HAIKU)
ALIVE
MESS OF A MAN
DEJA-VU
UNTITLED
A FEELING?
HAIKU 2
BLESS YOUR SOUL
Phony as a paper doll
Who takes the mold
Of its creators' hands
And bends with the wind.
You adapt yourself
To the current environment
While you leave your brain
A thousand miles behind.
Nothing you say is authentic
And your defenses are laughable.
You claim to be freethinking
Yet you recycle old thoughts.
Bless your soul
For being so green.
Bless your soul
For being the Messiah
Of your own fake world.
Aand another one! I just felt inspired when I watched a documentary film about a grandfather's love for his grandchildren.
In this moment,
so divine.
In this light,
I lose my mind.
Standing here, you watch over me,
While my sight fades to ebony.
And tomorrow I shall not see,
but right now is all I need.
In this hour I am broken,
but in the next I am restored.
As the song birds softly chyme,
I'll stand at Heaven's door.
Just lay me down sweetly,
in my favorite blue jeans.
And in the frigid twilight,
I'll greet you in your dreams.
I now close my eyes,
and exhale my final breath.
Please son, just remember,
that love doesn't end with death.
This wasn't intended to be a poem, it was a song. I've removed some of the parts to make it's structure look like a poem, so basically that's the whole story behind it.
BROKEN WINDOWS
My tears are falling.
Doors are locked up.
Do you suffer as I do?
I am bleeding.
Can you feel it?
The silence in my heart.
Clock is ticking.
I am wasting.
All of my time in this room.
I am severing.
Can you feel it?
This pain in my heart.
Staring in my broken window.
Skies are crying.
Never ending.
Trees falls down as I did.
Can I stand up?
Like I used to?
And forget what we've been through?
I can feel the gust of wind.
Deep inside my soul.
Breaking glasses and dishes.
These feelings within me.
The grounds are rising.
Should I wake up?
This heart that had been in sleep.
Should I open?
These eyes that had been blind.
I'll be fixing this window.
Until this story ends.
SUMMARY:
BLESS YOUR SOUL
GRANDFATHER'S LETTER
BROKEN WINDOWS
BIG LOVE
I'LL NEVER BE YOU
RESPONSIBLE
CHANGE
BURN
TIME STILL TICKS ON
KUREN (HAIKU)
ALIVE
MESS OF A MAN
DEJA-VU
UNTITLED
A FEELING?
HAIKU 2
Spoiler:
BLESS YOUR SOUL
Phony as a paper doll
Who takes the mold
Of its creators' hands
And bends with the wind.
You adapt yourself
To the current environment
While you leave your brain
A thousand miles behind.
Nothing you say is authentic
And your defenses are laughable.
You claim to be freethinking
Yet you recycle old thoughts.
Bless your soul
For being so green.
Bless your soul
For being the Messiah
Of your own fake world.
Aand another one! I just felt inspired when I watched a documentary film about a grandfather's love for his grandchildren.
Spoiler:
In this moment,
so divine.
In this light,
I lose my mind.
Standing here, you watch over me,
While my sight fades to ebony.
And tomorrow I shall not see,
but right now is all I need.
In this hour I am broken,
but in the next I am restored.
As the song birds softly chyme,
I'll stand at Heaven's door.
Just lay me down sweetly,
in my favorite blue jeans.
And in the frigid twilight,
I'll greet you in your dreams.
I now close my eyes,
and exhale my final breath.
Please son, just remember,
that love doesn't end with death.
This wasn't intended to be a poem, it was a song. I've removed some of the parts to make it's structure look like a poem, so basically that's the whole story behind it.
Spoiler:
BROKEN WINDOWS
My tears are falling.
Doors are locked up.
Do you suffer as I do?
I am bleeding.
Can you feel it?
The silence in my heart.
Clock is ticking.
I am wasting.
All of my time in this room.
I am severing.
Can you feel it?
This pain in my heart.
Staring in my broken window.
Skies are crying.
Never ending.
Trees falls down as I did.
Can I stand up?
Like I used to?
And forget what we've been through?
I can feel the gust of wind.
Deep inside my soul.
Breaking glasses and dishes.
These feelings within me.
The grounds are rising.
Should I wake up?
This heart that had been in sleep.
Should I open?
These eyes that had been blind.
I'll be fixing this window.
Until this story ends.
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