kevin-loacvick
Serbian
Just a humble poet. / I see poetry as pornography for poets. It's like seeing someone naked, and enjoying their moans and techniques in such a way, ending with bodily liquids, erupted by emotions. / But the real satisfaction will start when poets expose to each other. Starting with pain, but ending with filling the holes in each other's hearts. / / (a little brutal, but oh so poetic, isn't it?)
Love is warm, summer rain.
Love is laughing, love is pain.
Love can ground you, or make you fly
In Love, there is no letter I.
Love's a lifestyle, not a choice.
Love are girls; Love are boys.
Love's an answer. It's not a „why?“
Love can even make you cry.
Love's not shallow. Love is deep.
Love is when you can't go to sleep.
Love's not „that“, Love is „this“!
Love's the railroad where we used to kiss.
Love is grass on which we used to lay
Love's a hunter and Love is prey.
Love's a song of early birds.
For Love, there are no words.
Love is day. Love is night.
Love was when we used to fight.
Love can change your inner self.
Love's a diary in my bottom shelf.
Love is every song I hear.
Love's a whisper in my ear.
Love's your hoodie I used to wear.
Love is when I smell your hair.
Love, it's a color green.
Love's that place to where I've been.
Love, the feeling is the best!
Love, it's the warmpt between our chest.
Sometimes, Love hurts like a knife.
Love's a teacher of your life.
Love thought me, and now I know,
Sometimes, Love means letting go.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
I like being bored
I like being sad
I like being silly
and occasionally mad.
I like to pick my nose
I like to scratch my beard
I like to goof around
and just play it weird.
I love to lay in bed
I love to waste my time
And when it strikes my head
I often write or rhyme.
I hate when I'm alone
and when I have to cry
when I'm on my own
either drunk or high.
But life is now
and it's not wrong
to take a bow
and write a song.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
**** you 2013.
You ******* my life
My love
And myself.
Go die.
Go be forgotten
In the years that passed.
Go leave me alone
And forget about me.
Because I can't forget you
If you don't forget me.
And the truth is
We will always remember.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
One day when you grow old
Miles away from distant past
You will hear for a song told
By a humble man that passed.
You won't know who he was
Even though you knew him then
And you will feel bad because
You'll never see him again.
And he will watch you with his eyes
Of a humble man that cries
Every second in the skies
Regretting the demise
Of his life, unwise...
...ly spent on writing a song
That will be just as long
As the grief of a man who spent
His whole life staying strong
Just because he belonged
To a man reading
That very song.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
I miss your stupid face
and your stupid eyes
and your stupid laugh
to my stupid jokes.
I miss the smell
of your stupid shirt
when you sleep at my house
that tight
stupid
T-shirt you always sleep in.
I miss our stupid talks
about stupid things
that don't matter in life
like comic books
and more comic books
and games
and your stupid brother.
I miss our stupid walks
and the sound
of your stupid guitar
that you don't let go
because you know it annoys me.
I miss the stupid feeling
when I'm with you
and those stupid movie nights
and your stupid comedy movies.
I really miss you, man.
Your stupid look on your face.
Your bright green eyes.
Your voice.
Your guitar.
Our talks.
Our walks.
Our bond.
My feelings toward you.
My pain toward you.
My friend.
My best friend
I fell in love with
because I'm a stupid gay man.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
That summer when I first found love
And blindly let myself with ease
All I could feel during those eight weeks
Were his worn, soft lips and summer breeze.
Those eight weeks were a whole new life
For a cynic like I was back then
First time opening my fragile soul
Not to a woman, but another man.
I was afraid I must admit
As my feelings grew towards yet a stranger
But in time he got closer
And I felt safe from any danger.
But new in this world I didn't assume
That the real danger is a broken heart
And when he left all I could do
Is escape from the pain trough my art.
But that's past. My heart is healed
I managed to go trough all that pain
There will come others and others will leave
But the first love will always remain.
* * *
And for the end one thing left
Most pains faded but one did not
I still love. I still remember
But I'm afraid that he forgot.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
Love's a master, rich but cruel.
I know, I was her slave.
Doing work you should of knew
It will dig yourself a grave.
Love's a poet, I've herd her songs.
Her words are gentle. Her words are wise.
But naked, blind and naive as such
I never noticed that they were lies.
Love's a friend you call at night
To wipe those problems off your neck.
But such close friends you have to watch
Not to stab you in the back.
As love is lovely, but harsh sometimes.
It makes you cry. It makes you dance.
It's scary, at first, but you learn in time
She's always worth a second chance.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
My heart is warm,
My heart is ill.
My heart loves against my will.
Is that good?
Is that bad?
Please tell me, I'm becoming mad!
Should I be scared?
Should I stay brave?
I'm becoming my love's slave.
Should I be stiff,
Or should I sway?
I never felt love this way.
It's amazing what this love is.
It's just mine,
It's not his!
I don't wear those tears I wore.
I don't love him anymore!
And now it's my turn to make amends
And give some new love a chance.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
Let me be empty;
Being empty is all I know.
Stop with all you're doing,
I won't let these feelings grow.
Let me cry for others!
I don't feel my pain anymore.
It was that pain that left
My soul wasted and sore.
Let me love myself a little.
I am tired of loving him.
Please! Oh, please let me!
It makes those memories dim.
Let me; just let me to myself.
I know what I must do.
And when I'm finished doing it
I swear I'll be loving you.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
I am numb as I walk these hollow streets
Wondering why nothing really lasts
Beneath my clean, cold bed sheets
Where I am haunted by a ghost of the past
I feel guilt. I feel nothing but pain and sorrow
In my dark, empty, echoing chest
And I'm planning never to see tomorrow
Because nothing ever really lasts
Except you, who lives in memories
Memories of an ancient past.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC