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nim Jun 2017
The only thing known to me is,
I need her.

I've been lost
I had wandered some places
No man wanted to hear about
Oh, and I've sinned
Gave my soul to the devil...

But, my devil was
In a black cocktail dress
Untamed hair falling across her back
Diabolic sparks in her eyes
I knew one thing.
She had to be mine.

Listen to my tale, and
Don't do the things I've done
Committed crimes
Against myself,
Against love.

There was this thing
About her, that drove me crazy
She was stubborn, yet gorgeous
Beautifully catastrophical
She really was a daughter
Of a man with an ancient lamp
From the myths and legends,
The fallen angel who brings the light.

She once told me:
"Count your sins, and add up
Your own very flaws
And look at the skies.
One star for a sin of yours,
One for a bad act
One for your flaws
But the stars still shine bright
Because they don't care
What've you done.
Immerse out of your nightmare
Because everything you held true
Is a pure lie.
You don't have to be perfect
Because, look up and tell me
Does one star make
Such a big difference?"

She embraced me
And I embraced her
Pressed my lips against hers
As she pulled out the worst in me.
She was a rebel,
She was out of line,
She was stubborn and direct
Purely fierce.
Oh, but I wished she was.

No man should survive
The living collapse of Heaven and Hell
But
Should I quit from her, my soul
Will be soon dead

If I tear her apart from me,
I won't last long.
Oh, what a sin of yours
That you've given your soul to the devil

I can't help but remember her eyes
Following me silently
My heart hurts when she's not around
I'm addicted to that
One thing she has
In this poem, a man tells a story about how he fell in love with the devil's daughter and gave his soul away.
nim Jun 2017
I confuse people
And I filter things
I breathe in
The silver dust of clouds
And breathe out
Golden rays of sun

I take in myself
The bad words and
Negative
Thoughts
And out of my mouth
I spill the poems
Of the Earth
And the songs of peace

Nobody understands
How I work
How I filter
Everything
Into a daydream

But
Years pass, and
Filters get *****
Nobody understands
That
I keep everything
In myself

Nothing lasts forever
More time had passed
Before I
Was ready to be thrown
Away

I took my
Final breath
Held it in
And as I was looking in the sky
I breathed out
And watched all the
Black, negative energy
Pollute the
Dying sky
nim Jun 2017
Staring at the ceiling
I hear raindrops
As they fall to the ground
From the gloomy ocean
Up,
When they once used to be high
As they break
And as the sky cries
It's nice knowing,

That someone is crying with me, too.
This is a metaphorical song, and the main meaning is that whoever rises high can fall down in life. It also talks about sadness etc.
nim Jun 2017
I want to live
yet I'm slowly dying
God I know I sinned
wishing the day
of my death
would hunt me down
faster than
fate
would make it.

yet, I'm here,
feel it stalking
as a piece of my soul
slowly fades
away

I tried to catch it
the glimpse of life
colorful and
beloved
yet,
my hands turned transparent;
my legs were stuck deep in the ground,
my voice couldn't be heard,
my eyes didn't believe what they saw.
my soul cried.
my life was escaping.

and when it turned around,
I saw death
taking it away
and a final laugh
echoed through
my mind
until the rest of my days.
This is the poem on which my "yesterday" one was based. Both were inspired by the same thing.
nim Jun 2017
I can sense the magic
Tingling in his eyes
When I look at him, I see
Magic blurring his eyes
His intense gaze guarding me.

But that's not what I want.

Oh, and I know
I hold the power to
Control him
When I'm sad, he
Seems sad about it, too
Yet, when I laugh
I see the sparkling in his eyes
Magic, awoken.

But that's not what I want.

I know, I could
Be the puppet master
But that doesn't seem right,

But that's not what I want.

He brightens up my day
In a completely different way
We were born to be together
Magic pulled us closer
But not in that way,

But that's not what I want.

His eyes are like the deep underground
Filled with emotions
I stop and take a breath
Try to hold it in
I could be the center of his world
Yet I'm afraid I'd
Hurt and be hurt
But I'm trying to be careful,

But that's not what I want.

His eyes
Filled my heart
With magic
His touch
Brought me closer and made me stay
His magic
Possessed me and made me whole

...Maybe that's what I just want.
This is a poem about a girl who tries not to fall in love with a boy because she's afraid. Yeah, she pretty much failed.
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