Collapsed feelings

 

I hardly can breath now

this feeling is hurting so deep

There's nothing i can do

so i'll have to live with it

 

every time i see you

i want you to confess my feelings

but i can't do it

i'm not brave to

 

is sad seeing how you leave

another train that past by my door

and i'm not fast to catch it

'cause i was afraid of it's destiny

 

that's why i'm feeling so bad

for all those collapsing feelings

them are running inside me

 

i'm not brave to tell you what i feel

is not that easy find the good words

i don't know if you ever felt the same

 

i don't want to broke it all for this

is just a feeling i know

but is so deep in me

and i can't hide one more day

 

i hardly know you boy

but you'd be mine so many times

we had a great life to share

but it was only in my dreams

 

i don't know yet

how quick i fall in love

i don't remember now

when i started feeling it

 

may be is not love what i feel

may be i'm just jelous of that girl

i don't know what i feel now

i don't know who i am now

 

i thought you can made me change

you could make me happy

but it was only a dream

 

surely i just though you were different

because you remind me of another guy

i don't want to keep it more inside

so i'll leave it all tonight

 

i'll make a big fire

and i'll throw there

all the words you told me

to make this feel disappear

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(10/04/2007)

 

It just came up now... dunno if the title is correct for it, but anyways...i hadn't correct it so...anyways i wanted to write something like this yesterday..

beautiful!:blush:

thanks giuly :)

 

unfutunately is true and i'm feeling bad now :( oh well... i think in this case writing don't helps me :cry:

I think writing helps a LOT ;)

i though it, and it helped me... but in this case, don't helps... :(

I´m sorry! your state seems really bad!!!:sad:

beautiful poem, Ari :)

i know Giuly :(

thanks Nina ;)

 

Today i wrote a new one, but i must check it, i don't like how i wrote some parts... I'll post it later.

Weaponed Rider

 

You were hunting in the night

Chasing a young deer

you thrown your arrows

but them stucked on me

 

You got off your horse

and came next to me

and tried to heal

the damage you made me

 

you told me you were sorry

and you stayed next me

your voice healed me more than anything

your eyes looked mines so sweetly

 

A danger is coming close to us

so you stood up bravely

holding strongly your blade

the double edged weapon

 

You took the blade time ago

You got it from a stone

you left me on the ground

I couldn't stop crying for days and nights

 

Come back sweet rider

I feel so lonely without you

I can't be without you

 

We are like the moon and the sun

they can't be together

just for a tiny moment

when one shadow the other

 

I see you coming back

You seemed like a ghost

appearing from among trees and shadows

is our destiny you told me

 

I closed my eyes surprised

and you vanished like smoke

nothing was true, nothing was real

but why i still feel this hole on my chest?

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(11/04/2007)

 

Dunno if some grammar parts are so correct....

:shocked3:

 

I see you write poems daily!

And what a poems :wink:

 

I like it!

you are welcome Miro, yours are great too ;)

 

luckily i'm feeling creative now, i'm loving it... for me that's like for surfers, i want to catth the higher wave ;)

although i would like to feel a bit happier but.... them all are a bit dark.. :o oh well...

when my class mates find me writing they think i'm doing some kind of homework lol... and as the poems are in english and with tiny letters i don't show it to them now...

Bea, I really like your poems.

You describe things I've felt before. That's really nice.

 

And your last one is beautiful.

 

You write really often! Lucky you!

 

I can hardly put words together to make a poem since March...

sometimes it comes, then I catch the opportunity, but it runs dry so quickly...

 

That's why I began 8 poems or sth like this, and I can't even finish them!

Bea, I really like your poems.

You describe things I've felt before. That's really nice.

 

And your last one is beautiful.

 

You write really often! Lucky you!

 

I can hardly put words together to make a poem since March...

sometimes it comes, then I catch the opportunity, but it runs dry so quickly...

 

That's why I began 8 poems or sth like this, and I can't even finish them!

you are welcome Mike.

Your poems are very good ones too ;)

as i said before i feel i'm in a creative moment and i like to enjoy it, altought them are a bit sad. i didn't wrote anything during the last year, 'cause i didn't wanted to, i was afraid of end up depressing myself so i decided to stop it for a year, remember what i told you here about the "candle in the night" one.

 

I don't use to revise what i write at first, i usually keep it as it was written.

for the last ones i previously wrote a topic for each paragraph, for instance for Apolo one, i wrote previously how i was going to describe first: lips, eyes.... and then i wrote the poem... i never had tried it, and was good, easier. (mostly taking into account that i wrote it during an uni lecture... )

 

while i'm writing them i reread them a bit to decide how to follow it, but i wrote them in a day.

 

of course i do the same for spanish ones.

 

the same that happens to you with poems, happen to me with short stories...

 

btw Miro i have to tranlate the one i told you about.

In the crossroad

 

I'm in the isle that is among the rivers

each one have its flow

I resist of their powers

I crawl against it not to sink

 

Here I am in the middle of the journey

looking which path to choose

there are four ways to decide

north, south, east and west

 

should i look at my past?

should I live the future now?

Should I follow your way?

Should I decide my own way?

 

Last woman who looked back

became a salt statue

last man who wanted everything

made all things became gold

 

a heart of gold

can be too heavy to keep it beating

a heart of salt

can be destroyed by tears

 

I'm between two lines

the old era is at my back

on the horizon i can see

the new age which is to come

 

each friend i ask for advice

tell me to choose a different way

others told me to follow my heart

but my heart don't beats as it used to

 

I've built my own land

what can i get from each path?

I wonder in the middle of the ocean

what will happen finally?

 

I can't keep looking at all around

I must react, wake up and decide

I mustn't be afraid of changes

I can't avoid new days coming

 

I musn't worry about what the path ends with

May be north ends in Styx lake

May be west takes me to your heart

may be south have another crossroad

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(18/04/2007)

Snow

by General

 

There was a man named joe

who ate yellow snow

but then one day it turned yellow

so now he only eats dough

 

what did you think?

i made it up a while ago

its a quatrian

 

i need to write a sonnet but i never get the time

In the crossroad

 

I'm in the isle that is among the rivers

each one have its flow

I resist of their powers

I crawl against it not to sink

 

Here I am in the middle of the journey

looking which path to choose

there are four ways to decide

north, south, east and west

 

should i look at my past?

should I live the future now?

Should I follow your way?

Should I decide my own way?

 

Last woman who looked back

became a salt statue

last man who wanted everything

made all things became gold

 

a heart of gold

can be too heavy to keep it beating

a heart of salt

can be destroyed by tears

 

I'm between two lines

the old era is at my back

on the horizon i can see

the new age which is to come

 

each friend i ask for advice

tell me to choose a different way

others told me to follow my heart

but my heart don't beats as it used to

 

I've built my own land

what can i get from each path?

I wonder in the middle of the ocean

what will happen finally?

 

I can't keep looking at all around

I must react, wake up and decide

I mustn't be afraid of changes

I can't avoid new days coming

 

I musn't worry about what the path ends with

May be north ends in Styx lake

May be west takes me to your heart

may be south have another crossroad

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(18/04/2007)

Me gusto mucho este poema Beita, de verdad que suerte tienes de poder expresarte escribiendo poemas, yo la verdad no puedo pero quizas lo intente algun dia jeje

Me gusto mucho este poema Beita, de verdad que suerte tienes de poder expresarte escribiendo poemas, yo la verdad no puedo pero quizas lo intente algun dia jeje

Muchas gracias Ren. A veces me maravillo yo misma, tiempo despues cuando releo, que fuese de escribirlo.

Ahora mismo me gustaría volver a escribir poesía en inglés, pero me está costando un poco.

Si eres musico, seguro que serás capaz de escribir alguna canción pronto.

De hecho pensé haber hecho una banda con mis amigas, siendo la letrista.

when swallows come back

 

sun shines again

after those rainy days

little animals leave their caves

flowers open once again

 

spring has come again

a new season is here

the time when everything renew

 

look at the swallows

they have come back today

look how happily they sing

look how lively they fly

 

look down at the street

how many kids learn to walk

look how many bees come to the flowers

breath the new air

 

spring has come again

a new season is here

time when everything renew

 

days are hotter and longer

sun shines more and more

people have chats on the road

 

but this year you haven't came

i waited for you for so long

and you haven't come

 

spring will finish soon

sunny are less funny without you

warmer summer comes stronger

 

you were meant to come before it ends

but i get no answer from you

i gave you my heart

you were meant to care it

 

but this feeling has end

you don't want me anymore

you don't come down my balcony again

you broke it all, all are tiny pieces

 

i get those pieces

but i can't mend them by myself

who is supposed to help me with it?

who will make me smile again?

 

look at the swallows' nest

how happily they sang

how lively they fly

feel the sun shining warmly

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(23/07/2007)

so sad:).....beautiful bea:)

I wanted to mix to ideas, and i think that i got it.

 

Anyways the last verse is possitive i think. That emphasizes the contrast of both ideas.

^^it´s true...anyway I loved the mix...the beginning is so happy, then sad part and the end:) nice!:nice:

thanks. i wanted to write one about the middle part of this one.. but i couldn't wrote anything good... so i started with something easy and then put it there. :)

Lovely eyes

 

The first time I met you

The fist thing I looked at

were your lovely clear eyes

 

Someone warned me that

sometimes wolves are in disguise

hidden on a sheep dress

 

I didn't believed that

until I met you

I felt sorry for you 'cause

I believed all your lies

 

But now my mind is clear

I don't mind of what you say

There's nothing that will make me change

I won't go back into your arms this time

 

I was your muppet

You used me for your fun

And now you throw me to the ground

You left me down with my broken heart

 

Your heart is a stone now

Your lips are bitter

Now I see tha dark side

That is behind your lovely eyes

 

----

this final part is added later...

----

 

Your words are litter

Your promises are burnt

Our memories were a fake

Because you were pretending all the time

 

there's nowhere you can hide now

I learnt from you how to do it

how to be so mean and cruel

 

Nothing would give me back

The prosimes that you've broke

I only can keep the moments we shared

 

But do I have to believe that them were real?

If you left me down with my ached soul

If you didn't answered me back

If you said that everything was just for fun

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(31/07/2007)

 

Sad one I know but....

A bad day

 

What if when you wake up

life makes no sense

What if you don't feel

as good as you used to be

 

what if air don't seems

to help you keep breathing

why if you can't hide it

your worst nightmares chase you now

 

where to hide

what to do?

what if your believing are weak now

how to deal with a new day smiling?

 

what if you've discovered a truth

that nobody sees but you?

what if everything seems to be

against you, as your worst enemy

 

who to trust if you know for sure

that the worst enemies on the light

are best friends each night

who to talk with, who to trust?

 

what if your life makes no sense

what if your believes are broken

what it you know today

all that was hidden for centuries

 

that life is a fairy tale

there are bad and good souls

ones against the other

and you are in the middle

 

you have noone to talk to

and them are chasing you

there's nowhere to hide now

there's nothing to change it

 

what if you feel that

everything is a big fake

that all you trusted in

is just a child's tale

 

there's nothing we can do

just to help each other

and wish every night

that there will be another day tomorrow

 

'cause there's nothing we can do

we are not powerful enough

to make it change

just keep smiling and breathing

 

(Ariadna Squire Damique

10/08/2007)

 

It just came out :smug: i wish it were not that depressing but...