Really nice poems, ppl, especially Miro and Janhaw.

 

Here's my last one.

It's about my future... hazy, unsure future.

 

It's called Gambled Life

 

Staring at this wheel, turning,

I know, now, I can't do anything.

I gambled my life, there,

I still see the small ball,

Jumping on the numbers

And I wonder where it's gonna fall.

 

Asking my disordered thoughts,

For knowning against what I fought,

I found out I was my own enemy,

I should have been ready,

Ready to bleed, ready to sacrifice,

Ready to be carefully cut and sliced.

 

Pushed on the edge of the cliff,

I doubt "What if I can't find

The necessary bravery, what if

I'm able to jump and I die?"

The bottom of the abyss remains

In the dark, and I'm calling again.

 

All sounds packed, all sounds definitive,

It's like I didn't have any other alternative.

I want to stop the voices in my head.

Will my name be written with red,

That warm and flowing red ink?

Will it be the last time I'll think?

i have just found an online magazine for writers in my city and i'm going to send them some writings, wish me luck. well the problem is that since a year ago i haven't written anything new... :S only short stories, but not poetry, i'm a bt worried about that.

 

good poem coldmike. :thumbsup:

Good luck :wink:

 

Oh, and to Mike: really really nice poem...a bit sad, but just fine.

pleasant show

 

she poses

they pose

nude roses

that sway through this field

I'm taking pleasure

the whithered ones

they go the same

as the younger ones

the difference is only

after

a while

they fall off the stem

dying in the middle of

this party

then the wind picks

up

and in heat

open

the sun, they worship

no one would

dare

interrupt this

conversation so intimate

unles they were young

too young to realize

that it's wrong

to

step

on

one of these

bare,

red,

scorched,

brainless,

shameless dancers

my one and only ever written poem :smug:

PIZZA ROYAL

 

Pizza oh Pizza, my sweet Pizza,

how you are so soft and crunchy,

every time we meet i feel so munchy,

at night i dream of you sliding down my throat,

and after you a dessert, little goat,

why oh why does it not rain you every day,

so i can throw my umbrella away,

you are by far the best invention of the century,

thats why i write for you this poetry,

i wish the planet was one giant Pizza, so i could eat till the end of the world!

Mike and Will (hehe), nice. :P

thinker, honestly I think your pictures are better than your poems, sorry. :P

:whatever: I like it thinker ;)

Dude what the fuck is wrong with you.

You seriously annoy me.

Is it my bad for being honest?

Or don't I have the right to mention my opinion?

did i say anything? why are you always looking for a fight?

I don't. I really don't.

I just thought that you had a problem with my opinion, I can't always lie and I rather be honest!

rather be honest than pretend to like something you don't. I wish more people, including myself were bold enough to say they don't like poems, but also to add why, because just saying "it's bad" isn't nearly as helpful. I respect that you're not a wimp. (though I don't see any reason to get offended at will, but that's not my business, well none of this is :curtain:)

Well, it's true what you said and well now I have to give my reason why ; they don't make sense.

Done.

And yes, I'm not a wimp and I rather be hated for being honest and maybe a bit too honest than loved for saying omg I like that while I don't. :nice:

^please no fight here.

 

My last poem... I wrote it on month ago... thought it wasn't over, but I think there's nothing more to add.

Called Empty Sea

 

I wish I had an identity,

I feel like an empty sea,

Looking for who I should be

Nothing could be more disturbing.

 

And again, the darkness are back

They feel that huge lack,

Turning the colors into black

I wish there was a light spark.

 

In the big mess of my thoughts,

I'm the one who has been caught

Caught by that voice,

I feel like having no choice.

 

Questioning my future,

Rumbling all about what I was sure

I wish my words and my thoughts were safe

I wish I could feel that state, being safe.

I like it, Mike...

Althoug sad...

 

Anyways...here's a new poem...if you don't get it, I made my point lol

 

 

DON'T BELIEVE ME

 

Nothing.

 

Just a wink.

Just a black colour on your eyelid.

Just a purple sky above my dreams.

 

Just a few people that drive me crazy

And just a mellow song that will make you cry

 

Absolutely nothing.

^

a nice one, Miro, really:)

This is for a special someone.

 

 

SHINING TEARS

 

You do know

 

The Sun is shining just for you

The Lightning is playing on the sky only for you

The Rain is falling cause of you

Everbody is dreaming just so you could smile

 

Just for your smile, Love

 

The Paper is blank only for you

The Word is slow just for you

The Tear tastes lovely, for you

And I am here for you

 

You do know that. Don't you?

Miro, i like your poetry. Really.

 

*Stvarno je dobro, samo nastavi tako. Mogao bi otvoriti blog, znaš. :sneaky:

I really loved that poem of yours Miro! :)

Guess I ought to write again.

 

I'll Hear You

 

You're on the other side of the window

I can't hear the song you sing

Whatever you do, please don't leave me

Whatever you do, don't go

Bet the song's a perfect melody

Whatever music you bring

Miro, i like your poetry. Really.

 

*Stvarno je dobro, samo nastavi tako. Mogao bi otvoriti blog, znaš. :sneaky:

 

:blush:

 

Blog?

Neeeee...

 

Mozda zvuci jeftino, ali pisem knjigu (proza) vec duuugo...i planiram to izdati jednog dana. Vjerojatno fakuteltskog :D

A pjesme...

 

Uglavnom, hvala :)

I really loved that poem of yours Miro! :)

Guess I ought to write again.

 

I'll Hear You

 

You're on the other side of the window

I can't hear the song you sing

Whatever you do, please don't leave me

Whatever you do, don't go

Bet the song's a perfect melody

Whatever music you bring

 

:nice:

 

Just one q...

For whom was it written, if for anyone?

:wacko:

Miro, I love your poem, it's absolutely beautiful.

 

Elsje, I love it too, and I know who she's talking about.

You know I wish you the best about this, my twin:)

 

Here's a new one... Quite... I'd say not really poetic... but I needed to write this

It's about the accident I had yesterday...

 

It's called Rainy day

 

Spending time together,

Enjoying the rain,

Feeling we're still the same

I'm happy you're here.

 

But we're suddenly floating,

Out of control, you scream,

Curves, right, left, right.

Having no other option,

We finally strike

Hitting the iron protection,

We hear the twisted steel,

The screaming wheel.

 

Scared, I closed my eyes,

Watching the movie of my life,

Playing slowly, silently,

I felt like it was the end,

You both'd have been

The last persons I could see.

I could feel the death again.

 

All slowly and carefully stopped,

Our lost sights crossed,

And I saw your tears,

I couldn't even realize your fear.

I thought it was a dream,

I thought it wasn't real.

 

This rainy day,

I saw the death,

I looked at it, straight

Straight in the eyes,

It was ready to take my life.

:nice:

 

Just one q...

For whom was it written, if for anyone?

:wacko:

 

Your guess is as good as mine. ;)

Miro, I love your poem, it's absolutely beautiful.

 

Elsje, I love it too, and I know who she's talking about.

You know I wish you the best about this, my twin:)

 

Here's a new one... Quite... I'd say not really poetic... but I needed to write this

It's about the accident I had yesterday...

 

It's called Rainy day

 

Spending time together,

Enjoying the rain,

Feeling we're still the same

I'm happy you're here.

 

But we're suddenly floating,

Out of control, you scream,

Curves, right, left, right.

Having no other option,

We finally strike

Hitting the iron protection,

We hear the twisted steel,

The screaming wheel.

 

Scared, I closed my eyes,

Watching the movie of my life,

Playing slowly, silently,

I felt like it was the end,

You both'd have been

The last persons I could see.

I could feel the death again.

 

All slowly and carefully stopped,

Our lost sights crossed,

And I saw your tears,

I couldn't even realize your fear.

I thought it was a dream,

I thought it wasn't real.

 

This rainy day,

I saw the death,

I looked at it, straight

Straight in the eyes,

It was ready to take my life.

 

:wideeyed:

 

(speechless)

how it never felt

 

next to a normal girl

with brown hair too long

her head sitting on my chest

proving me right

proving what lasts forever

and what doesn't

it hurts,

like maybe I wasn't the person

who needed to know

she said, "thanks"

so, did she like me

or am I just the same person

with no one's hair

in my dry hands