"milion" poems
once was a star sparkling bright
towards the burning sun he ran
but he got blinded by the light
and with his rise his fall began
.
by falling deep he scorched the sky
and thus brought others down with him
one brother died and one got burned
fading brilliance, gloom and grim
.
far away from sun and sky
the star could see again
he saw a milion distant lights
and he would understand
and he would spread his wings and fly
back to his brothers side
.
from then, the star
can still be seen
upon a summersky at night
his mind shines starry, pale and clear
and when they saw his glooming light
they named him Altair
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
Light touches
On my skin
Dancing game
Like candle flame
Kisses and whispers
Tangled hands
Love, love and dreams
Slow walk on paved path
Hoping odd stones
Avoiding cracks
In the narrow old street
A thousand year old wind
Tease a milion year old sea
Just as you tease me.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Why don't they make tutorials
Of how to give up on someone?
How to get over that hopeless crush?
Cause if they did,
I'd be the first to buy one.
Milion ways to fall in love
But not even one single way to stop?
So if you know the way,
Please tell me.
Before I'll do something stupid.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
(Top to bottom: the broken
Bottom to top: the breaker)
Im sorry.
I will never forget
In my heart
What you did.
Because
It does not matter what they think.
This kind of love
You don't deserve
They say.
I am the victim.
It is false to say that
I was the one who lost it all.
The truth is
I kept holding on.
In my dreams
I destroyed you,
Because
It kept haunting me
I remained still
After all that you've done.
Left in the dark,
I should have been the one
Celebrating.
I thought I would be
Finding the light, but no.
Still, there are ways of
Letting you go.
But I am certain, my mistake is
I cannot figure out.
Maybe there are really things that
Cannot be repaired.
Like a glass broken in a milion pieces.
My life is a mess.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
Voice of reaon,
calm soothing nerdy one,
quite close to you although internaly
lightly bruised
by his celebrity,
it's with great felicity that
he waves at you
through his blue or brown eyes
you can fell even through the grizzing
teevee
and there are cheers as his breath says good bye
and his hand does the peace and love
and all gathered around him
shove friendly for a handshake
milkshake of people and smiles
he's gonna win this race
we are gonna end this
hatred about race
he's gonna fix some thing
he's gonna be good
he's gonna put us in a time
we could't have dreamed of in a milion year
we always wished it come
paradise, yet fresh here in america
next is the world
next is the world
next is living together
he shook many hands as the ground around us shook
with the foots walking and pushing gently
behind his podium like a bird
he calmly politely turned around
and smiled still as he left with some body guards
everyone was still chanting and it was all so good
we had a messiah
a not bought polition
he was white inside
and every color out
so he walked in the
filled hall like a fruit basket
airs of
he has been shot
**** what is he saying what have I heared
let me fold my glasses what this is absurd
he was our messiah he was the peace
and now a metal piece thrown through him you say ?
now please let me not stay here
what
oh wow
now
like his brother
its so sad
its takes my words a away
i didnt want him to not continue
he was ours
we were his
all together on the same
lether swing singing
and so happy and fun just one second ago
his smile still shines on me
and now
now well,
we need to find a solution
but i cant look
i want to protect them from the crooks.
peace and love
rip jfk + rk
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
where am I? where am I going?
it s hard to say. I am running from the dark, 'cause it scares me, and the Light is just trying to blind ME.
I live in a world where Black and White are all a person like ME can feel, all a person like me can see.
I can't feel colours, cause shades are not a part of my heart.
My soul is concrete,
Just the light and the darkness that are sleeping in my mind, my heart, my soul.
It is hard to find another one like me but that s what a traveller is made for.
To find the light in the darkness, and the dark that's resting in the light.
Like the stars in the night and the shadows in the light.
These must be parts of a soul, broken apart waiting to find eachother.
But they need help.
From me.
From you.
From us.
'Cause who could be able to fix the broken if not the broken ones?
Who'd be able to match the light of a star with the shadow of its own if not us, the ones who' d been broken so many times that the count has already lost a milion tears
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
It
is so
scary that
even everything
is not enough, you
can give everything and
receive nothing. You can be
hurt milion times and still wear
a smile and have open arms. You
can love with all your heart, with knowing that you are the only
one who loves. It's scary
how much you can
hide behind blue
eyes. And after
all, you will
never be
enough
...
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC