February 6, 201115 yr been a while since i wrote like that and original is in spanish but whatever i'd share it here. Caminos Buscando un destino vagamos, tropezamos. Tan sencillo sería Avanzar sin heridas. Curtidas en propia piel golpes recibidos frenos forzados trae animo renovado. Tanto tiempo, sin cruzar Sin pasar el puente recorrer el sendero en busca del lucero Maneras, metodos disciplinas, rutinas servido todo y sirviendo nada Nada, nada al mar huye, del propio mal Temores que atrapan Sueños en que volar Dudas contra cordura Navegar sin singladura Contar para no olvidar Escuchar para recordar Palabras que nos guian Sonidos que nos mecen Cual un calido amanecer Sentir la sinfinía Describe la silueta La sombra inquieta Movimiento del devenir Cambios que decidir Observador testigo reflexivo amigo pluma con que escribo proyecta el camino. Self translate (sure will lose the rhythm and the double sense): Ways Looking for a destiny we wander, we stumble. How easy would be carry on without hurts. hardened on own skin knockings received forced brakes bring a hope renewed So long, without crossing Walking the bridge run along the path looking for the sun Manners, methods disciplines, routines everything served and nothing working nothing, swim to the sea run, from self wrongs fears that trap dream on where to fly doubts against common sense sail with no voyage Tell to not forget Listen to remember Words that guide us Sounds that swings As a warm dawn Feel the symphony Describe the silhouette The restless shadow Movement of becoming Changes to decide Observant witness reflexive friend Fountain pen with which i write project the way.
February 10, 201115 yr Ok, this one took me a lot of time to write, but i think it's still not finished, yet. It was a bit longer but the rhythm was not perfect. I hope somebody likes this :rolleyes: A little corporal You are sitting in that tiny tiny room All around is pain and cold. You're just waiting for a spark to show. Because you feel here is no way That you can run or flee away. Look through the window, And you will see It's only snowflakes dancing over here. It makes you wonder why, The life is so unkind. You feel there is no future And destiny abandoned, When dragged you in a foreign country. And you live here all alone Far away from home. A chance is glistering outside these walls. But the Anarchy, the only enemy of yours, Has covered all the France at once. But you don't even know that: Somewhere the battelfield is waiting for its heroes, Big hopes and dirty blood. Somewhere the destiny has written a plan for you To win and to lead, to make a mark, To create a history by your own hand.
February 11, 201115 yr I write things...love it...read it a few hours later and realize how much it sucked.
February 25, 201115 yr The old one, I've just found out :rolleyes: Am i doomed to live the life like this? Do i can't change anything? And what i am suppose to do? To grab my sword and run? To reach the battlefield and stop. to think. to hesitate. Or listen carefully to whispers of surrounders. to believe the lie again. and to reconsider. to change my horse to change my mind and aim. and to be defeated by the destiny? no.
April 7, 201115 yr This is called "Insomniac's Lullaby" and is the closer on my record. Basically a My suspended animation is keeping me an inch away from sleep There's still so much to see When the day is ailing me and the melatonin is failing me Then it's Atlas, at last! Atlas, at last for me... Awake in the dark where I dance to an endless refrain So begins the witching hour of bed and brain I'm on my knees searching for keys There's no wonder why I just can't rely on epiphanies I've played the waiting game for years and years and it's clearly plain to see That repetition is a sign of insanity Meanwhile... I'm lying awake in the dark Not a wink, so I drink to unwind Dancing with a syncopated body and mind So when tomorrow comes I won't think about this year In that I've lived my life just to disappear Now is the time to start some fires It's time to slash these wicked tires So get me out! Get me out of here!
April 8, 201115 yr This is called "Insomniac's Lullaby" and is the closer on my record. Basically a My suspended animation is keeping me an inch away from sleep There still so much to see When the day is ailing me and the melatonin is failing me then its Atlas, at last! Atlas, at last for me... Awake in the dark where I dance to an endless refrain So begins the witching hour of bed and brain I'm on my knees searching for keys There's no wonder why I just can't rely on epiphanies I've played the waiting game for years and years and it's clearly plain to see That repetition is a sign of insanity Meanwhile... I'm lying awake in the dark Not a wink, so I drink to unwind Dancing with a syncopated body and mind So when tomorrow comes I won't think about this year In that I've lived my life just to disappear Now is the time to start some fires It's time to slash these wicked tires So get me out! Get me out of here! That's awesome! Really intriguing. Do you read any poets if so which ones?
April 8, 201115 yr I have dark black hair and deep borwn eyes I think of you fondly and you wonder why. ~duhh~
April 8, 201115 yr That's awesome! Really intriguing. Do you read any poets if so which ones? Thankyou! My favorite lyricist is hands down the great Leonard Cohen as far as non musical poetry I really dig Lao Tzu, and Kahlil Gibran
April 10, 201115 yr here's a stupid little thing I have from some lyrics to a song I wrote called Breathing Underwater Down at the bottom Quiet around No one has been here Tentacles reach from out of the caves Pulls to strangle me in Here I am Calm Should've swam Earlier on A dig in the sand And I'm stuck Deep blue sea Corals of green It feels like I'm floating in space I'll surface soon But not now I wish that I could stay here forever
April 11, 201115 yr here's a stupid little thing I have from some lyrics to a song I wrote called Breathing Underwater Down at the bottom Quiet around No one has been here Tentacles reach from out of the caves Pulls to strangle me in Here I am Calm Should've swam Earlier on A dig in the sand And I'm stuck Deep blue sea Corals of green It feels like I'm floating in space I'll surface soon But not now I wish that I could stay here forever sounds like 90% of all my dreams. I can totally relate. I should write more about my dreams. This is inspiring.
April 23, 201115 yr Thankyou! My favorite lyricist is hands down the great Leonard Cohen as far as non musical poetry I really dig Lao Tzu, and Kahlil Gibran Interesting. A poet some of you may be interested in is a Scottish one called Edwin Muir. He is fantastic.
September 30, 201114 yr Hardly the poet,this just came out of no where.Pretty simple in structure and rhyme. The Two Darkest of dark,is the desert night. The stars are their guide,they are their sight. Their gaze is intense,natural,and true. Moments like these,they know are few. The two on a path,that leads to an end. Was it all sincere,or was it pretend? The two now divided,not sure where they'll end. Not sure if they'll ever meet again.
October 1, 201114 yr Poets are just musicians without talent. i prefer that than the description of a writer saying "poets are frustrated weak novelists" :uhoh:
June 26, 201312 yr This town, this place we grew up in A sanctuary full of memories Let everybody see Our home where we began Can you smell the air? Can you envision the past? Can you feel our hands? In time we will move on But until then, nothing's gone Our years were numbered But our fun, unlimited Like we always said We will never forget our glory days
July 18, 201312 yr Magnificent Journey Look out and see the street lights aglow Follow your heart, wherever you may go And I want you to know That I'll always love you so.. I'll wake in the morning, and remember Running in the summer fields all day and night Counting stars with you till first light Was a sweet release from everything holding us down We know this won't last forever But sometimes the best things come when we don't see them And they leave a smile on our face Even in the worst of place Look out and see the street lights aglow Follow your heart, wherever you may go And I want you to know That I'll always love you so.. Follow your heart, wherever you may go And I want you to know That I'll always love you so..
September 6, 201312 yr Rise When you run as fast as you can You see things you can't ignore The shackles grip you tighter The screaming echoing quieter As the structures burn down and fade away One day, from stone and scorched earth Will rise a heart, bloody and pure or nothing worth The red sea's will pour down Not through skin and bone But that of the mind's eye Life becomes clear, when painted in sky The truth sets us free through thousands of lies Basking deep inside A sanctuary will rise
September 9, 201312 yr It’s the little things that keep me alive. It’s not like the movies, where love equals life. I feel you for a moment before I wake, warmed by a touch, but not yours. Nobody.
September 18, 201312 yr Author A breath of death enshrined this one Ignorance of these days left him stranded Find him buried underneath the water's valley Blood flows through every place but the vein or heart Pale eyes stare at an unknown instant At the black depth, new home, become heart Now he doesn't know how to use a lung A thing of the past, all but solitude Accompanied by a dreadful stench Some rot, some tiredness, some pain, so much fear What in that experience would have overcome such finality What in the abyss can remit all perspective? Forget and abolish this person, "abort" he contemplates Every angle is naught but a beating around the bush It has been long, life is outlasted, realization never occurred Lift this barren waste, become its own refuse Shadow world, expel; dead wood, bleed Be poured until you vanish, even by drip The only thing left of him is thought No memory comforts aborted breath Why would he plant here, his own heart? Wake up creature of dark, transport
September 24, 201312 yr Author This is the first time That he spoke in a while To an empty room, blessed Full of listening and time No reply from the volume Amassed wisdom in what confined? Screams and whispers alike "The mind is tricking me" So the man thought Aloud or not, when inopportune Lengthy or abrupt Reasoned or passive Always he was full of some Hope, expectation, faith, delusion, Vision, ambition, alarm Divining a moment when That white washed canvas When that wall, that very wall Would reciprocate
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