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 ()