Here i will post some of my poetry that is parts of me, i've written it 2 and half years ago, some are dark poems but also light the first one i posted is
here and it's the third i wrote, this one i'm sharing now is the second i wrote.
Unknown
Foreign
Alienated.
Desolation.
Rejected.
Lost.
Unknown.
Tomb with no memoria,
without firstname without lastname,
house without yard.
One heavy song,
one sad poem,
one pitiful soul,
one dead hand and one empty heart...
Unknown...
unknown city and priest,
foreign language and incomprehensible,
hope... sick and bitter,
dead body and fading suit...
Unknown time,
damned-heavy burden...
Tormented soul,
immesurable sorrow for one girl,
under the sweet pear tree.
very good Dre! like it, not so dark like the one you posted in my thread, but is also very beautiful!
Dark times, indeed. But a great piece. Thank you for sharing.
Nix and Sharp thank you, i will share more soon, cheers
I love the style used here; so powerful in its apparent simplicity. A very nice one, Drek. Please keep posting!
Ivan
Thank you Ivan, i apreciate what you think, here is the next small part it explains a bit about the merciless hunter in Wolf
and thank you Sharp and nix for the help
Torturer
Pain.
Terrible unbearable pain.
Tearing apart of his psychophysical appearance,
Bodily and thoughtful.
Lonely.
Rejected.
Forgotten from the world,
Forgotten from his kin,
Forgotten from his birth.
Ah unruly time,
You dreadful torturer.
STOP!
WAIT!
Stop the seconds, minutes,
Hours, days, months,
Stop the years.
You depersonalized his death, you took away his immortality.
STOP!
Let him taste the nectar of immortality,
Let him become a titan, a hero, a god.
But you can't hear, can you.
You are TIME.
Proud and insensitive torturer of the human body, soul and idea.
Torturer of all touchable and untouchable attributes of the suffering being,
called human.
Love this last one Dre, for me the best one so far!!!
thank you Nix, i'm glad you love it, more are comming
Blade
I feel the coldness,
metal supstance penetrating my frail body,
I feel the pain,
it pokes me,
from the inside it eats me,
from the outside it kills me.
I feel the warmness from the shed blood,
blood mixed with tears,
the last warmness of life,
i lose the light.
I cannot think anymore,
what was meant to be done,
is done long time ago.
It was done at the time when the cold blade penetrated my weak chest.
Deep slash,
the link between the heart and soul is cracked.
Eruption of red flood,
blood,
creepy warmth before the eternal coldness.
I put an end to the misery and morbidness,
loneliness,
from the miserably lived years.
Cowardly,
yes maybe, but maybe not.
I didin't do that to be judged, sentenced,
cursed and pitied.
This fatal act is my salvation,
my escape from the horrors i lived,
from the terrors, physical and mental.
I did that to free my self,
to free my self from the shackles and chains of the vicious destiny.
I couldn't stand anymore,
too much misery and viciousness gathered in my soul,
the darkness swoop my thoughts,
my spirit faded,
my strenght drained.
Weakness,
impotence,
maybe yes, maybe not...
This much of a hellish burden i carried,
even if i was eternal,
i was going to perish.
The blade is my freedom,
the word is my legacy,
both of them,
appreciate them equaly.
Learn from the words,
remember the blade,
and correct the world for you and for me...
Create and make for you and for me,
make love,
so that my freedom was not futile,
that's how i will win the war,
but i lost the battle,
the war i will win...
My legacy will save me from the eternal OBLIVION.