Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  Feb 2015 The-Crestfallen-Fool
Sana
I don't want to leave here
Forever feels so much more safer
Than moving forward
I've never been good at letting go
"In my room, the darkness stirs
A dim light to my eyes.
As time flies.
Is there no end to the abyss I live in?
The loneliness that craves my existence?
The lips that will never touch my own.
Yet the thought pangs my heart to no end.
To no end!

In my room, the darkness stirs
The dim light fades
As time flies"
sigh...
  Jan 2015 The-Crestfallen-Fool
Sana
I am tired
So make me forget
Take my breath away
And engloutie moi
**** d'ici
**** de tout
Take me away
C'est que je suis en détresse
And everything makes me feel heavy
Take my breath away
Make me feel small
I don't like these feelings
  Jan 2015 The-Crestfallen-Fool
Sana
What it is
And what is not
Is what it is
And what is not
Can you be both?
Can you be none?
Can you be all?
Can you be not?
-
¿nʇ sǝ ןǝnb ǝן
¿nʇ sǝ ןǝnbǝן
sɐd ʇsǝ,u ınb sıɐɯ
ʇsǝ ınb ǝɹʇê un
ǝɯâ ǝun ʇǝ
sdɹoɔ un ǝɹʇuǝ
ǝuuosɹǝd ʇǝ snoʇ ǝɹʇuǝ
uǝıɹ un ʇǝ ʇnoʇ un ǝɹʇuǝ
Sana trying to be all philosophical
"Ignore her" he said.
It was how this society reacts
"When someone isn't of interest to you."
Ignore her. Yeah.
I know how it feels.
To be pushed away without a chance
Or led into the dark and abandoned.
And when I get the power to do so...
When a girl overwhelms me with love
And I just cant....

In the end its inevitable.
Someone will get hurt either way.
And im supposed to live with that?
Until I forget?
Until it happens again?
He fingers the strings,
Enjoys the discord
Without any chords,
He dances and sings

The way he should dress,
He couldn't care less
Some hate him for that,
Some show him respect

As blind as a mole
But she, does enjoy
His tunes bring her joy
And peace to the soul

Old chums think he’s mad,
They just wish him dead
Young lads go “Hooray”,
When they hear him play

So happy he lives
Without real care
His talent so rare
Is all he believes


*A Charming Discord by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Up on the moon
Where his whole life is engraved
Where he's wishing,
Hoping,
Thinking he'll be saved.

This poor pathetic soul
Who thought he was whole
But instead,
He was always empty.

He never really got it
He never quite will.
For his days
Are now at a stand still.

So  lets face it.
And lets discover.
Why this boy cant have a lover.
Lets look back.
And decide.
Why this man wanted to die.
For her

Up on the moon
Where his whole life
Is engraved.
Old ****, same ****
Sigh...
Next page