Just visit a poetry contest from a friend today, brought me to some ideas of writting. Maybe my style (and grammatical writting) isnt the best, i hope you enjoy it. Here is my first and darker one (nothing personal, just some thoughts i had) Broken Dreams Hope, a shining light in a dark night Destroyed by the whole society without a soul Little pieces here and there lost in the senseless of living Dreams as the last way to save them, broken down by the reallity Family? Unimportant. Friends? Gone! Its a dark life in the world Far Outside from home Nothing to save us Religion? No Need to believe, The Dreams Are Broken. We are lost, beaten by the ones we never wanted to be. There was too much change, more than we recognise. Now, we have become empty covers of soulless things The dreams are broken. Conversations about things we dont care, with our darkest enemys. Feelings? Not sure. Hope? Killed. Returning to a better Life with emotions? Low chances We are robots, working in a world of sorrow and killing. No dreams or broken dreams, whatever. Without dreams, Life is damned by the darkness.
Thanks, i try to move on here in some days, but at first i have to collect some thoughts. (Here for example, a part came when i was in the train)
Some happier one, some thoughts about the nature. Hope you like it. The Cylcle Repeated The earth is breathing Calm after a heavy storm Empty blown and flat Ready to rise something new Flowers starts to grow while trees are giving some life Rivers begin to flow through the land And the nature starts to show Singing birds in the trees covered by leaves and branches the world is mellow and happy the nature is safety and clean The sea is clean and calm with swimming fishes in it the beach is filled with sand land and coast are one But then a little breeze moves on The air begins to flow Build up to a heavy storm To move water, plants and stones The cycle repeated while the storm washed it all away allows the nature to start over and left the earth empty again Reborn by the heavy breeze the world starts to evolve to become biggger and better with little mistakes which will repeat This is the cycle of life things will come and things will go but whatever also will happen the nature will always grow
Revolution Now Empty Streets, Controlled By the government. Fear in the hearts, but hope somewhere out there. Low chances to win, a bigger chance to lose. But you need to try, to prevent the chaos. Single words are weak, but together they build a storm of fire, attacking the evil heart of poison, the government, who wants to controll us. The greed of the government, the suffering of the people, we need to defend our pride, and let them blow up. Everyone, rise your voice, its time for change, for a better world The revolution starts now.
Timebomb Its weird, i like you i really do, but i dont know how to act how to be for you. I can see that you like, yeah you really like me. But somehow i act, like i dont want to act. Where the hell is my problem, i feel you are like a timebomb. I dont know how to act, to cut a cable, the green, the blue or the red? If i make a mistake, i am sure the situation will explode, like a timebomb, which i have to defuse. So i am acting like i did before, the time will tick away, and at the end of the day the situation will explode or defuse. So you are here, my timebomb. My acting will decide our future. How to react to this? I dont know. Detonation, hopefully you will never show.
I really like timebomb, Michele. It simple but elegant. I mean, its honest and at the same time, brings across the emotions if that doesn't sound stupid ha. Nice.
Buried alive Buried alive Nobody hear me The air disappears slowly I am sinking into death Last thoughts of my life Dark and dusty, bright and clear Whatever i did or i tried it was the way i choosed The moments of my life i can see them right now in front of my inner eye From the birth to the coming death Was this all worthy? Yes, it was. As long as you believe in your actions Nobody should stop you My family, my freinds All of them made my life what it was. Brilliant and sad The death is everywhere There isnt air here anymote noone who could save me, but atleast my last thoughts will grow into something positive I am buried alive.
Black Heart This pain will never fade I am the creator of my own disaster Not something good to trade Getting low any faster No happiness in this day the sky full of black and dark the feelings full of grey the pain forever in my heart No chances to run, to get away No answers to my questions a hard price i had to pay for a long way out of my depression Someday there will be light again a shiny way of life but now its lots of frightigning until this life will rise
The robot boy inside of me Nothing changed after all the time, the same problems, the same fears. Hope i can sleep good tonight and dream new dreams to live. All was good until i saw, what i lost, what i'll miss. Maybe the next things will be bette, though, for start, for live, for new begin. I am ok but nothing more, happiness or sadness, all the same. Maybe i am not really sure, but i become more and more insane. Good things come, goodthings go, i have to live with both of them. Is life easy? Answer: No! The pain will start and end again. The robot boy inside of me, all this problems on his mind, want to end the pain and misery to turn into love and joy.