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Ladislav Josephs May 2015
Another sleepless night
Thinking of words to say gently good bye

We talked long hours last night
Result is - I won't be your shining armor knight

I am tired of hide and seek
I am strong, but in this game am weak

You will grant me lunch, meeting
Teach me Chinese while eating

Not good enough to satisfied
My desire to be with you, gratified

Instead of making love
You punched my face,
heart with boxing glove

On the WeChat you have send me
Flower with cat's pose
It turned out to be stem
Full of thorns, not rose

Go ahead roam Internet,
streets, bars searching for love

You won't find it
It just has flown away
Under wings of white dove

Despite of all I said, I love you still
Love you forever and always will

I do anything for you, I say
Love you until my dying day
Sometimes you have to part with your love, not matter how painful it is to say good bye.
Ladislav Josephs Mar 2015
Son, who will never be born

My father was a writer
Wrote a lot of poems
About love and pain
I am his son
He told me that he loved me
Forever and always
That time I was little boy
I didn't understand

Now I have no one
Accompany me
My father's ashes spreadĀ  in forest and lake
He is fish in the river
He told me it will be so
I go to this forest to be with him
My father living in leaves and trees

Now I have no one to help me grow
My father went to where I don't know
He is a green grass on the hill
The bridge made of wood
Clouds in the skies that he became
I was told of his smile like sunshine
Blue eyes like the sky
AndĀ  like cloud, white hair
I dream of being born, having dad
Ladislav Josephs May 2014
The other day I walked to take a train
Clouds above asked, why so sad?
I did explain and made them cry
You may say, you fool, it's just a rain
I say, not just rain
They are the tears of pain
Explanation, if I must:
We schizophrenics see and feel things you ordinary people can't.
It's sad really.
Ladislav Josephs May 2014
You promise to keep it secret
It's probably stupid of me to write poem for young girl
Well, I am all alone here
Have only myself and my world
No one to share it with
There are times I want to leave
Where I go?
I want to leave to place I cant specify
It's a longing for something
Some place that perhaps even doesn't exist
I like to take you with me, but where we would go?
A place
If it doesn't exist
I have done a lot for love
Coming here was like self inflicting wound and who does that?
But it's still better to feel sad
Feel love for someone impossible
Struggle, be in pain, than feel nothing

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