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I wondered if we'd live it slow
I wonder every day I grow,
what's the deal with living fast?
life is finite
it will not last.

In that shop atop of harbour hill
they still show prices in old money
it seems that time just passed them by,
it's funny,
but it makes me cry.

Feeling that an even keel is the only
way to bring to heel the
fast and loose,
we fashion nooses from the castaways
and hope for longer days
or longer lives and shorter days or
maybe longer nights, better lives, shorter
wives, taller men and never satisfied
I write it all again,
in my head this time.
just messing around with the keyboard while Grammarly savages my English.
 Mar 2016 Silvana Franco
timeless
A man born,
  Struggled
        and
Then died .
Story,man,died,struggle
If you know where you want to be in life
And you sincerely work towards it
You give your heart and soul into it
Then sooner or later you will be there
But if you don't even know where you want to be be
It's kinda' hard to anywhere...isn't it??
If you know what your goal is..you can reach it much more easily
This pain is so unbearable,
I'm writing on my skin.
My whole arm feels numb,
I didn't think it'd get this bad again.
I'm painting with my wrist,
In only the color red.
Because each deep little thought,
Can only come out unsaid.

My mind is so twisted,
I'm mixing lies with facts.
I'm not sure who to trust.
My heart or my head.
They're spinning me around,
As if it's life or death.
Each direction will cause pain,
But somehow,
One will still bring something to gain.
3/20/2016
I'm laying in the snow
Not feeling anything
The cold doesn't bother me,
'Cause it have already
Gotten through my bones...

A lonely snowflake falls on my cheek,
Softly it touches
But I don't feel it...
Thereafter it slowly melts
And runs down my cheek
Just like all the tears
Which I've cried
A thousand of...

My footprints in the snow
Is soon covered by flakes
I think to myself
That you would surely
Have liked
To see this...

This white landscape
That's softly shining
And I'm smiling,
But only for a moment.
Before I remember
That you never got the chance....

The frost bites my nose,
But for the time being
I am a half-sociopathic soul
And therefore
I don't sense it...

'Cause I don't know
How I'm gonna make it through
The day
Which the clock
Soon will great...

The last day, the last hour
Before you'll be brought
To your final resting place,
But right now, I don't want to think,
Don't want to feel, don't want to sense
The chain of sorrow,
Which is slowly pulling me down...

I just wanna lay here in the snow
Before I'll go
Inside to put the last red roses
On your coffin...
English translation of my danish poem "En Afsked"
Since it's a translation, it might not sound as poetic as the original version does...
I can feel it
I can taste the taste of poison
Lingering in my mouth
My lungs filled up to the brim
And with every breath I let out

Black thorns entwine my heart
Leaving barely any space for it to beat
I dream of being taken by my sorrows
Dark winds swaying me off my feet
And numbing the pain eternally
I fantasize of being saved by death
Sweet nothingness taking me over
I wish to no longer be
This world is no place for me
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