Weird Poetry -

Looking For Love

A mental institution for people who have lost

Its an black illusion for society to work

what do you want, what do you need? an outbreaking tradgedy

is money so good? Do life contain what you want it to be?

life is not what to expect

I am looking for something else

A sweetheart to carry me through love

I am looking for love

I can see them crying and dying over what I deserve

They are unsatisfied with their life, while I long for love

Can't I get what you've got

I'll give you all my heart

Won't you count down with me my love

I am looking for love

you are sitting there watching me, teasing me with your eyes

I walk away and get to my space, only to find paradise

what changed your mind

did I change some how?

how come you're here looking for my love

I am looking for love

- Hero Unknown

2012-12-12 @ 16:07:00 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Poetry

Sensation, a beat of my heart. I hear your name, I feel your bones.

I've got you in my arms, I smell your body. Never leave me.

A part of me lives within' you, as I crawl into your soul.

I could die and still live, thus complex is life.

My dreams go dim, I feel so lonely.

darkness and chill, lost in the dark empty room.

Never believe, never to see reality.

Far far away, tries to return, pain keeps me alone.

Never to feel, never to love or own.

Thus is my life, a piece of nothing.

- Hero Unknown

2012-12-09 @ 02:25:01 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

I Just Want to Lie Down In The Snow, And Die.

Snow covers the soil, the trees all naked. I touch suicidal thoughts. My life is over, I'm young, I see no future and I'm alone. I see no pride in living in this society any more. People are arrogant and uncaring of everything. There is no one who can make me happy on this Earth. I'm aching, aching furiously as the moonlight struck my face. The cold, so cold. No sense of pain in the body, to cold, to dead. Eyes so broken by ice, so bloody, so dark. My mind turns worse, "This is it, I will finally leave this place, die". The last breaths feels slow, dry and in vain. My heart stops beating as the cold finally takes my life. I lie, lie on the white sheet that is snow, beneath the naked trees. They also so cold, always dying, always being ressurected, like I will, when I die.

- Hero Unknown

2012-12-02 @ 22:52:00 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Underneath the Skin

The one´s they seek
are they never searching oh so deep
Love aint something to crave for belief
A romance not that easy to keep
tears pouring from
eyes with romantic

behind it all a little spark of light

birds flying not for a fight
Looking for life in certainty
finding amuse in harmony

in harmony, in harmony
in harmony, in harmony

there was a war, killed all the old
existed no unborn
Mountains where lost and oceans oh so clean
all was lost, no love for eternity
building it up, millions of lives crushed underneath

I will never leave again,
teardrops filled the friendly hand
I've gotten alot done for tonight
Sometimes it's just goodbye

goodbye goodbye
goodbye goodbye

love is dim,
looking for you, finding nothing
I know you feel that sensation too
come over here, sit down and have a clue
Draw a map, tell my heart where to find you
I growing older, leaving soon

my love for you is so deep
writing a letter for the world to keep
I'm dying now, becoming the dove
that will spread all Earths love

all the love, all the love
all the love, all the love

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-29 @ 00:50:29 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

A Small Being

"Common now, who do you think you are? Bless your soul. You make me crazy and blind. Are there anything there? Give me a clue, will I ever have you? Baby, I'm dying, I'm being crushed beneath the emotions. I might never experience you, your talents and your personality. I begg you, save me from this pain. Make me yours and leave us everything. I know that it's not easy, take your time, but don't take to long. But believe in this, I've waited before, for longer than possible. I will never go through those walls again. The real eternal fire, the only eternal fire."

I ask myself, are there anything more emotional than love? Love towards anything? I believe in deep passion, goals that are bond to the soul. But love, love is something else. Something more important, but why? Finding another person to love and care for in this big world. Are there anyone out there for everybody? No. There is not. That's the horrible thing about love, it's not something you will get. It is something you will earn, by the person you bless with your presence. And while people compete in the war of love, some people die alone. Some people never experience the true meaning of falling in arms for someone. Some people are crushed between the big jaws of reject and depression.

My point is, if you find real love, don't reject your feelings. Experience and learn from the lesson. You might be hurt, for a while. But when you've got the one soul that is yours, you will certainly feel and be immortal. The time is ticking, grab the closest crush you've gotten and dance in the emotional fire.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-29 @ 00:47:52 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Enlightenment

The days struggles on. Through time and space different schedules alike, many minds on the same goal, infinity. Are the personalities driving the crowd to an almighty doom of inteligense and luxury, or shall the souls of lost find their way back to the path of acceptence of the true apearence of life? There are many people seeking the alliance of truth, while there are children working in swetshops, driving the welfare forward and countinue yelling "It's a trap!". Or the distance of provisions that are killing the brevren and their families til' there are only hatred left. Brains blown like bullets through a pipe, to much information for the comon human being. While the high educated people of Europe set their minds on objects that dazzle them even further, the real people wrestle for pieaces of their leftovers. With education comes educating responsibilities.Without the processing mind and the all seeing eyes, there could only be blindness.

Like all problems there are a cause, a cause that one cannot see in black and white. Different factors insists on persuing the faulty at hand.Not recognizing these has become the only wall between realising the faulty and accepting its existance. But those are scary words, not all would like to persist the fight for equaltity for the sake of their own. Selfishness, one of the paths that leads to eternal fire, according to some wary old relics. Relics that have been one of many factors in the growth of humanity. Then why does the tales of eternal glory fancy so many? Is it the mercyfull god that impress so many, that there are one guardian for all? Or the compassion from hell that scare the inner soul? Whatever the cause may be there is always a wall, a wall that can be conquered by enlightenment. So shall this be, an enlightenment to all.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-25 @ 18:06:00 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Remember

Memories, a lifetime of stories about yourself. Experience is all about memories, history, learn from your mistakes. All not great, but a handful lovely. Some may have trouble finding the place where happy memories are stored, some are just that terribly treated. And thats just horrible, you can only look for the opertunity to help these lost people. There are always happy memories, if you looks closely.
Bring out the most remarkable memory you've got. Believe in it, enjoy it. Look back and feel the happening occur once more. Lovely right? It's an awesome power memories, if it's happy enough nothing can stop that smile upon your face. If you've got none, don't worry, life will give you memories enough.
Never tell anyone about your most sacred memory, it will get ruined by their expression of it. If they smile, you will only see their smile when you're looking back at that special moment. What a waste of brain capacity. And so are bad memories. But they are as equal important as happy memories. The are personality creators. They shape one's life, the experiences are you. Learn from the bad and never repeat it again. If it didn't kill you of course. They may be hard to live with at times, but then remember the good times, remeber the smile upon the love's face. Remember the early morning sunshine, remeber the stories that made you happy.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-25 @ 01:56:00 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

You Say You Like Me

My mind is an ocean of feelings, I live in great distance of your soul but I've never felt closer. You are lovely, you are beautiful. I'm boiling alive. Anxiety is filling my body, battling passion and regret. You are my love and still you are my enemy. The ways you're treating me are awful, but I would never give that up for the hope, the hope of you. We could conquer the world with our love. I'm depressed and lonely, while you are living the life of dreams, as dreams could be lived. Wonderful women should'nt exist, for the sake of the man. My deepest thoughts are filled with the smell of you. The other human that have ever won over my soul. As I say this I cry, cry for the happiness I've lost, for the depression I feel, for the life I could have had. I hope you get yourself together and see the truth. I'm waiting for your message, the message telling me we are fine, as friends or more, I don't care. Just tell me we are on thw way, the way forward.

- Hero Unknown / Jean Felix Bedoire

2012-11-24 @ 02:30:42 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (1) Trackbacks ()

The Difference Between Life and Fiction

Dreams, reachable or not, they are dreams. Functionalities as such only exists for the cause of hope. As hope is the function of self-defense in troubling times. One´s dreams are the direct cause of trouble, a cloud of quick defense that never will exist in the physical world. A mental image for the brain to ease some of the pressure on. There are different images to fashion, some chooses wealth, others adventure, it all comes down to the need in the moment. Dreaming might be dangerous for those who often gets lost in this existing world. There are those who have lost their track on existing life, and are forever doomed to dance around in the imaginary. Well, at least they are happy, in their dreams.

The line between reality and imagination is hard to spot in the darkness of the human brain. Everything is not black and white, and dreaming might be the solution to some everyday problems. As for me, I dream, I dream of many things. Passion, abilities and deep infatuation. Love. I also remember to remind myself of the deep sorrow that most of these thoughts will never become alive. Just remember, dreaming is not the solution. The greater feelings appear in happenings with both feet on earth.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-22 @ 23:31:10 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

A Tree

A person is like a tree, from the begining a small tree, but at the end as huge as a full grown oak. It all starts with a little seed, a seed from another branch. The wind brings the little offspring down to earth. Beneath the moist soil the little embryo starts its journey towards the big adventure that is growing. As the first little leaf breaks the ground the real struggle begins, live or die. Time passes and as it does the first obstacles appear, hard winds, rain and the struggle for water. But even when the winter comes, the little plant still grows as planned, sheltered by the deep snow. Months pass, the little plant becomes a small tree. Small branches reach out in the air trying to become as long as possible. These branches grows with a rapid speed, gathering strenght from every element. collecting life experience on its way to the big leagues. Year after year passes, leafs fall and die. The tree suffers huge losses, but gains new power from the ground.

Each branch represents experience. There can be lessons everywhere, and all those lessons obtain a branch with several leafs as information. When one grows not all lessons can be kept on the trees beam. Several of these dissapear with time, rot and leaves. Falls high from the crown, elegantly it tumbles down, hits the ground.

After many years, this tree will have become as high as it could be, branches carrying all the experience and memories. The beam may have been scarred on its way up to the sky, but it has survived. All the time passed and with a little help from fellow trees it has fought the hard weather. Some has fallen, some were never born. But some has lived for as long as the gravity has let them, now dying with dignity. Never give up on your tree, it might get tough, but remember, trees stick together. Maybe one day, your tree will born another try at life.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-21 @ 22:16:00 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

A Proud Judge

The City of lights Millions of people
Living among the high walls
once there was forest cut down by the people
to make room for chaos
I see a girl picking flowers out of paper on the street
I see a man I see his wife I see their differences I see their
lies There are no hope for the future in their eyes

A little boy running home
opens his door closes his room
brings out a box, opens its lid
puts down bread for the hurt bird within
I see a change in the direction for the future of lost
I have hope in the children and their passion for life
there are hope for the future in their eyes
Their is a force killing us from the bottom inside out
Get up on your feet and show your doubt

I found love once, she was wonderful
Blessed my soul with her lips
But then she told me she wasn't ready
Because of this world she went lost
I see fog in the minds of those who've lost
I see wounds in the faces of those with an broken heart
There are no hope for the future in their eyes

A little boy running home
opens his door closes his room
brings out a box, opens its lid
puts down bread for the hurt bird within
I see a change in the direction for the future of lost
I have hope in the children and their passion for life
there are hope for the future in their eyes
Their is nothing we cannot do with help from a childrens mind
So for the future we better love

The End.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-21 @ 21:23:00 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Hell

Swirling down, down I go. Through the nine circles of hell, beneath the giants. There I lie, not being able to move, cry or die. Nothing ever happens, millions of seconds pass. Aging is nonexistent, doomed to be a prisoner forever. The darkness chewing on every piece of my soul, never swallowing the mashed memories of mine. An never eding pain, all the bones crushed beneath the weight from all the nine circles. Being a pole for the hell. The rottening smell killing my cells, spreading the mold to my flesh. All these fatal blows all affecting my body, never killing me, and all I've done is living.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-19 @ 22:27:02 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

I'd Hoped For More

I look at you and see the future, I see the place where I want to be. The place where the love exists. And all I can do is nothing. I could tell you that I miss you, and I'd only get a smile, or I could look in your eyes, look so deep that I'd get stuck in them forever. Well, I'd get stuck, you would only tare me apart from the colored stones that are my prison, and my devotion. The problem lies untouched beyond the reach of my powers. My body swirls down in the black fires of anxiety. And yet I feel a feeling, a tickle in my stomach. A little butterfly eating me from the inside out. A passion so great that it would only break my soul. I'd hoped to help you, I could have given you all. But I am sentenced to live in despair until your love leaves my body and I can move on.

- Hero Unknown

2012-11-18 @ 22:35:00 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Society Rocks

As todays society grows larger the evolution of theories evolves with the prospect of imagination. Various kinds of different religions grow firmly in the hands of the gods, and as a small nation with many different kinds of people, we simply cannot steer the wheels of emotions that emerge from the understanding of our differences. And yet, we stand united as a nation of tradition and respect. Of course there are people who try to destroy the beauty that is coexisting, by not tributing to the engine of this society. These people need their punishment.

And how do we manage to live together as one people, when there are so many different individuals with such a large amount of life? We forgive and forget. No one can live by always feel hatred toward someone for a longer time, at some point they have drop their sword and grow larger inside than their feelings, approve their new way of life. It may take a while, but I believe in this country, and I believe in people, that is why I've droped the sword.

- Hero Unknown

2012-08-06 @ 00:11:10 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Who Wants to Live Forever?

Yet the stars light the skies. Yet they come tumbling down. I ask myself, who wants to live forever? Life is short, yet long. You can be through much in a lifetime, but you cannot be through enough. I wonder if life is important, for us or for anyone. Nothing is more shallow, nothing is more complicated than life. When I tell my story, I will make sure to tell them about this moment, the moment of truth. No one wants to live forever, ask anyone.

When your friends die, when your forefathers rotten you will still be alive to feel pain and sorrow. I find my friends the most important part of me, without them I´m nothing. I often use big phrases, but when I speak of my companions I tend to speak more truth than fiction. Because my friends are the greatest people there ever were, they are the power of my soul, my life. My soul is divided through my friends, if anyone decides to leave me I will sure lose a part of myself.

My big dark room is filled with happiness and laughter, because I have what everyone seek. I have a great life around people I love and enjoy. I now seek my soulmate, the one to complete me. You are born into a world who has no completed objects, there are always things to construct and improve. And maybe that is the big mission of time, to complete your soul by finding the other part of you on this cloudy, confusing planet.

- Hero Unknown

2012-06-03 @ 03:33:59 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()