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leyla-aurora
leyla-aurora
I am a daydreamer who seems to be focused on the reality.
I will write you out of my stupid head On black paper that I have slightly colored By my bitter-sweet tears that poored on it My make up's washed away and beauty's dead My trembling fingers grab a pen I borrowed From you when you had no need of it For many months all my daydreams were lead By your shadow they have obeyed and followed They're dead now, I have no need of it
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
It
I wanna live an absurd I wanna live in pain I wanna feel excitment And dance in colored rain You are the one who made me Feel alive again You are the one who taught me Cruel rules of this sweet game You are my grug, my teacher My love, my dark champagne In my dreams you're the torture My absurd, my bright pain
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
The Absurd
What ****** me off the most is your smell What ****** me off the most is that look You give me and throw me into prison cell What ****** me off the most is the hook That makes me interested in what you'll do next What ****** me off is the sound of youк steps When you walk up the stairs and send a text To your stupid, lost and ruined friends What ****** me off the most is your fricking voice Your tone and the notes you sing out when you lie It's like a pinch in my heart, it lives me no choice It wakes up my anger, I wish it could die What ****** me off is the light in your eyes Everybody have eyes, why yours seem so special? But I won't surrender to your spell, my mind fights With my stupid beliefs that you're my obsession
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
What ****** Me Off
I don't need you in my life You're just my inspiration You're just a tool with which I draw The portrait of solvation "I don't need you in my life" - That is just a lie I tell myself to fall asleep As I slowly die
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
You're Just Inspiration
Your head's no longer on my shoulder Your breath no longer tickles me Without you weather feels much colder And my words are no longer free We used to sit down by the fire And of your tears my hair were wet I used to calm down your desire To chase what you cannot get yet I felt like you'll be my defender And yours forever I will be You've ripped my page from the calendar And to another you will flee I never said how much I loved you Because I felt no need for it I thought you knew my life's about you And now by you another's life is lit
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
No Longer
No walls around me, fresh air I breathe it through my heart The wind plays with my silver hair Creates the piece of art It's over now, the blood-red age Of fighting and of fear Of people being put in cage Of dangers that were near I lived it all, I lived the deaths Of people that I loved My soul has died from the offence Of ones that I adored But I've restored myself somehow For twenty hundred times But it can hurt me until now When my body dies My body dies after I lived and danced on edge of knife My love, emotions and my faith, please, try to stay alive
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Stay Alive
I'll keep on writing until my hands will bleed I'll write myself out; my sorrows and my greed I have replaced some other face with yours I have denied that you're made of closed doors And even though at start you were a game A trifle that will pull me out of shame A fake reflection of my own revolution Of the one who seemed to be solution No matter how long will I grow your seed My garden craves for it, it is in need No matter how hard I try to close my eyes And then wake up next morning, without belief in lies You are not just reflection anymore You're part of me now, you're the closed door.
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
The Closed Door
The mess is living in my head. Another step, and I'll be dead. Should I care? No, I won't dare! I won't admit that it has won, That it has broken wall of stone, That I am sick, that I am weak, Emotional, but useless freak. Inside me all I find is aches Of my high morals that were precious To my once full of sweetness heart That with my hands I've teared apart. I sympathize only strength That vanishes inside his depth. Maybe, the feeling that I cover For him kills any another. That's why I am blind, that's why I'm cold, That's why I leave myself untold. I wish I could return back time To know where have I passed the line, When have I lost myself and how?! But play is over, I'll take a bow.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
The Play is Over
The blindness that I live inside Cuts my dreams like an acute knife. There's no escape from being lost Between the values of life-cost. Once I have tried to find the place Where I belong, define my race, The disappointment sinked in my Yet not matture, but still held high My childish head, my simple thoughts, My being, daydreams. Barking shots Have killed my hopes of joyful youth. I have been prisoned in the truth, Cruel reality of wars, Unbreakable and racist walls. Why does the World still keep its silence While orphaned children sink in violence Of the unknown enemy who came To their land, but they're the ones to blame? This enemy has broken heart; He says that he was teared apart, And now the shadows of the pain Turn to a fire-pouring rain That falls on the heads of those Who have never stepped that close To death, that they have never caused, But to resistance are now forced. My dear enemy, I have found myself With serial number on your "victims shelf"; I have found myself between the lines Of ones whose lives have been turned to lies By social media of yours, That eats your food and wears your clothes. The World is now controlled by the charming sound Of tingling money in pockets of the croud, This greedy power leads to blinding ray Of darkness that cuts my dreams every single day.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
The World Is Blind
Cold fingers softly press on my neck. Now I realize - there's no going back. Another wrong move, and my bones will crack Under your pressure, please, let me go back To our peaceful beginning and countless smiles, To hopes that we held, yet not bitter goodbyes. No misunderstandings, by beauty veiled lies. Where is that time when we yet didn't hear cries? My fingers on yours, I'm trying to loose, Reduce your sweet envy, maybe I will confuse Your thoughts, and your heart, but it now can't choose Between love and envy, now I will lose Just give me the chance to breathe in your air! My lungs thirst for life, but it fades in nowhere... You pass your cold fingers through my wet hair, Last light dies in my eyes. You do not care. About my strong feelings,  about what I need You work for your own sake, put poisonous seed In my soul it groes into black rose of greed, Your pride gets it's food, and I get to bleed. Will I ever let go, and find my own will? It's not you who holds on, but I'm holding still. I ask you for ****** don't care if you'll **** **** me now, in this moment,  and it is MY will!
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
My Will