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fasika-berhane
fasika-berhane
Memories are but, a walking dead thin strings inside your head, with their x-mass tree bulb ብልጭ & ድርግም your heart. light up your wounds, guilty pleasures. Deeming bruises and scars. Displaying moments with a 3D screen on repeat no next button or forward, only pause or replay. Sometimes, on every pause you see your future. you see You picking a sun flower the one that blossoms in ፀደይ <3 a wrinkle in time leaping for new joy directing another new season. With new actors But, still there is always a flash back, reminder or a cut from previous season. And on those moments you, some how, have ignored the present just like you've ignored some neighbors or society. society who lives, in more deeper memories themselves, and claims you crazy. But,who would dare to tell them that, you are some how, in a bed inside your head tangled by the arms of memories soothing sounds of violin tucked with a furry ብርድ ልብስ a and fluffy kitten but you still hear voices of people, like morning birds chirping, tend to wake up but choose sleeping.
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Still Don't know what to do with my memories :)
Maybe people never find “the one” because they’re so busy looking for “the 10th"
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
Untitled
I found out after a week that last Saturday was as just like the other days no prince charming and he is not the one but just a fling.
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
I dont need alchol to made bad decisions
Oh time machine If you really exist please take me back take me back to my sweet childhood To my favourite part Yes please Time Machine Take me back to the first time I open my little eyes After I was brought to the world by fate from a very KIND WOMAN.
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
Time machine
Nothing is forever Nothing stays the same Everything changes through time, even one's bad name A giant cliff a top a wood turns to plain dreams come true in time like tears drops from a pain A place at the edge becomes a center As all the foggy misconceptions come clearer And since There is no pain no gain don't back up now take a risk enjoy the burn and the flame just win the Game not the delusional Fame.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Delusional Fame
Me Am not my body anymore cause my body follows my feelings and things I adore. am not my mind either my mind only think about yesterday,now and latter. I am my soul from now on cause that's who I really am and who i ever will be so that it remind me the higher purpose of life that I got from my creator the purpose of creation I came across the whole and a part the nothing and everything knowing,being experiencing the good the bad and the nothing being my soul now I know am not merely existing because I start living from his breath I got life and from his love I realize that nothing will tear my soul  and God apart.   That I will forever be his part.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
I
Do I have to act good To make you love me? Do I have to pretend am perfect To make you fall for me? Or hide every part of me For you not to judge me Or hate me? Well, love me or hate me I'll be care free I'll be just me I am not going to act around What wouldn't represent me Am not going to try something foolish That can't be me It is not because I hate you Not because I love me It is just because I am me and Nothing or nobody even love could never change me.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
Do I really have to?
I got love for myself The greatest love of all My heart says, its pity to love somebody And my mind thought Its not worth it at all To waste time on something Like stupid love After it got broken,cheated hurt and got bore   now  time to decide To love nobody else To wash away my mind and heart From all the beautiful lies And bitter sweet memories   to wake up from the illusion that i once thought was pure and real oh fool me not again! i got to recover from this pain So now I gotta fill my heart with love of me obsessed with my own beauty adoring my self unconditionally Dreaming about my self Day and night That’s possible and it feels right Its obvious that I love my self so much And I promise to love me back so that I will never ever be a broken heart.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
I will never be a broken heart