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Will you leave now?
You know they always leave
But they don't always say why
I don't know which one of us I should believe
So many reasons for farewells
Some leave by will, some by chance
And some for someone else

Will you leave now?
Leave me never to return
Some of them never learn
When is it too late to try again?
So many reasons for farewells
Some leave by will, some by chance
And some for someone else

Will you leave me now?
Leave with words that you regret
But never come back to correct
Forever there leading you astray
So many reasons for farewells
Some leave by will, some by chance
And some for someone else

Will you leave me now?
To emphasise that our love has lost it's worth
Take back your heart but leave your shirt
Slam the door on all this hurt
So many reasons for farewells
Some leave by will, some by chance
And some for someone else

Will you leave me now?
Maybe I should have thought of leaving you
I always thought we´d make it through
You know they always leave
But never why they left
Some leave by will, some by chance
and some try to forget
A poem came pouring into my mind today after all. Let me know what you think.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
You ask me what a true poet is
Do you know what I think?
There´s more to a poet
Than their tears and their ink

There is hope on that paper
With dreams in each word
You love then you hate her
Some letters are blurred

There is passion, there´s comfort
A moment preserved in time
Piece of a heart, piece of a soul
Between every line
All of the thoughts that can´t be defined

There is confusion and tension
Happy and fearful days
Not just paper and pencil
But a whole life on that page

There´s sadness, there´s strength
You live and you die
A poet feels content
But then the ink starts to dry
Last one today, promise.
My thoughts on poets, January 2014.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
Winter was coming, cold, cold
His coat was full of bullettholes
The sky was transparent like ice
He pulled the trigger with madness in his eyes

The wind was blowing, wild, wild
Every warm body stayed inside
A freezing blizzard had begun
A blizzard of bullets from machine guns

Winter was coming, cold, cold
The house was full of bullettholes
She held his hand as he closed his eyes
Just another bullet, another life

The wind was blowing, wild, wild
The snow covered those who died
They pretended no one died in vain
Pulled the trigger to **** again

Winter was coming, cold, cold
Their hearts were full of bulletsholes
History repeated as no rules applied
Only hatred reached the other side

The wind was blowing, wild, wild
The shots echoing in the air outside
Why cant we ever comprehend
That nothing is solved with the blood of fallen men
I tend to write poems about war sometimes, in this is one of them.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
It´s been raining for seven days
I just want to see the sky
A piece of me is out of place
I watch the clouds as they cry

Nothing matters now
I am going insane
Our sacred vow
Has fallen with the rain

It´s been raining for seven days
I just want to block it out
Standing on the street in a daze
Wishing for a drought

Nothing matters now
Who am I without you
The sky has forgotten how
To paint itself blue

It´s been raining for seven days
I just want to drown in this sea
You have fallen from grace
Was she more beautiful than me?
I wrote this poem in late august.. added it on my other page but thought I´d share it with you guys as well. Besides, it´s raining outside as I´m typing this.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
I used to love the night
The silence it brought
Now that silence has been filled by my thoughts
Thoughts of happiness, thoughts of dread
So I can´t fade into dreams in my own bed

I used to love the night
The dark glimmering sky
Now I envy the people who it passes by
Resting their eyes in a peace so deep
If only my mind would allow me to sleep

I used to love the night
I would hold up dawn
Now I lay awake when the curtains are drawn
Trying to forget the worries that burdens the day
Trying to scare the monsters away

I used to love the night
The silence it brought
Now that silence has been filled by my thoughts
Every lost love, every hope, every mistake
I told the night all my secrets while I laid there awake
Those long nights we all experience once in a while..
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
You were like a breath of fresh air
Fluttering through my clothes
But you´d disappear
When I needed you the most
Suddenly so close touching my skin
But my heart would get so cold
When I let you in

You were like a breath of fresh air
Fluttering through my veins
But you´d disappear
and nothing good remains
Wandering through the street
Without you I couldn't breathe
I´d search for you stumbling uphill
But the world remained still

You were like a breath of fresh air
So powerful and strong
With you rippling through my hair
I felt like I belonged
You left me fragile and bare
When you faded and died down
You were a breath of despair
When I think about it now
There was a lot of wind outside today.. it made me think, and I wrote this.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
You are standing in the alley
Smoking a cigarette
You hear my voice but you can´t hear me
I smell the alcohol on your breath
Your arm is reaching for my waist
Your kiss has that bitter aftertaste
Your blurry vision slowly has me erased
I leave you feeling like life is going to waste

I don´t think you changed, I just think I closed my eyes
Holding on to hope as I watched the smoke rise
Just love isn't enough for me anymore
I can't be your freedom and your cure

You are standing in the alley
Smoking a cigarette
You can drown your sorrows, but I can't drown my feelings
You pour alcohol down your throat until it stings
You hear my voice but you can´t hear me say goodbye
You drank all the alcohol money could buy
Your blurry vision slowly has me erased
As I'm walking away from what you chose to embrace

I don´t think you changed, I just think I closed my eyes
and I know it was real cause you regretted all your lies
Just love isn't enough for me anymore
Your cigarette burns out and drops to the floor
I got inspired by songs on the radio.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
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