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Richard Aug 2017
You sever the rope,
you break the gates of the cage
and you fly away.
Are you happy?
There is only the darkness,
you ran away,
from the cage.
Now you fly right through the infinite,
dark and lonely night.
I'm the light you missing,
so why you threw me away?
Light in the cage would be extinguished,
light would be useless,
because it's easier to think in the dark.
Dangers in the air,
the walls you can't see,
now I could help.
not even a line is not needed
Richard Aug 2017
Put your fingers into your ears
to not hear any distraction,
close your eyes
to not see the disturbing world,
burn out your taste buds
to not ever again taste the awfully awesome lips of your beloved,
peel your skin until you see the muscle tissue
to not ever again feel the other's skin on you.
You will be free in the cage,
the cage you don't know about.  
Stay sensible and find the beauty where it seems impossible to find it.
Love the wind cooling down your warmed up skin,
let the horizon hide the sun showing you red light,
it's going to make you crazy and happy.
Sit down calmly and quietly
to hear the waves telling you that the circle of life is not going to stop,
you have to flow.
And remember that lips,
showed you how to be the man.
Realise
Richard Jul 2017
We used to be so close,
you were always my star,
light in the dark life.
You were the whole world to me.

I have always been here for you,
there was not even a second,
not even a moment
when I wouldn't help you.

I was the wall,
The support of our house,
house of the love,
The place supposed to help you.

You have never been at home,
that was the problem.
I have seen it,
I just couldn't believe it.

And the fear that you will not get home,
it has always been desolating me.
Yes, I've been thinking what if.
What if you are not going to come back home.

All of it,
I knew that we are standing here,
On the tiny line where stay and leave cross.
True is that I just couldn't believe it.

And now when it has happened,
When you crossed the line,
I stand alone in a love,
Looking at you running away.

The place full of joy,
My heart, the Eden used to be,
now is just a desolated desert
when you are not here.

I know that the place where you are going to be,
there must be a better ground,
and even if not,
you're going to make it flourish.

And the place where you have left me,
the place has changed after you have left,
the air is toxic and water is boiling.
The place has killed me.

Now I'm standing here,
the living body and the dead person in.
The place has killed my feelings.
The place has left nothing in.

Thank you,
you killed me,
now I'm not living,
just my body is surviving.
This is a story of the sad life. What can love do to you.
Richard Jul 2017
You told me to calm down.
All I'd done was just tried.
As you explained me the life,
I heard just the death.
Now you closed your doors,
as you saw me too much crying.
Until I calm down,
to find the kye.
Until I see the death,
then I understand the life.
Thats the time you open me,
but I will not be the same.
All what I will get through,
helps me to do the same for you.
That is simply the reason why I have not been sleeping for 42 hours from now. I'm getting through something. I hope my inspiration in my life helps you find the glory in my poetry.
Richard Jul 2017
Broken.
The end.
I've got nothing else to say.
Richard Jul 2017
There was a glorious deer,
the deer thought he was a beautiful lion.
Some rainy day he was hungry,
he thought he could hunt weaker predator.
So he was waiting in a bush,
thinking about his enormous teeth in a fresh meat.
And then he saw hyena.
It was easy to catch for a lion,
he jumped from the bush,
the hyena was surprised.
But the deer believed.
He did it.
But differently.
The hyena jumped at him in the fight,
he ****** his head, the antlers penetrated.
Intestines burst from the belly.
And the blood on the tongue of the deer,
it gave him the feeling, feeling that something,
something is wrong with him.
It was not him, not his terrifying teeth,
he realised he is not the one who he thought he was.
And the love he felt for yourself changed,
it was unquenchable hate.
He is not fearsome lion,
he is just a harmless deer.
He hated his new appearance he realised he had.
He had done something terrible, he killed the predator.
The predator could have the family, friends.
And the killing deer is not a secret.
They will be looking for him.
So he hated his new self even more.
He was not able to do nothing brave.
And all he wanted to have, was love.
The same love he felt when he "was" the lion.
But now without mistakes like this.
But it looks to be impossible to love yourself again,
again with the view.
Hopefully, the hind he loves will help him to find it,
to find his lost love. To believe in yourself again.

Metaphorically I'm the deer. And this is the story.
I mean, I have never killed anybody, it just represents the situation. The reverse.
Richard Jul 2017
There used to be letters,
now I deal with mails,
but does it without real words matters?
quick
PS: Last 2 days were extremely painful and it means that I will be writing quite a lot or I won't at all.
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