"nostalgy" poems
Maybe I’m young but I’m not careless at all.
So many thoughts I can’t put in words.
So many feelings at once.
Happiness, nostalgy, fear, gratefulness for who I am
and so many more I just can’t, I can’t name.
All these words seem to be so ordinary
but in my head every of them looks so big.
I know, the time when everything starts will come.
I want to discover my life.
I’ll never stop trying to define who I am.
True life is that one you live your dreams.
Without the dreams, without self-esteem, without the purpose,
without trying to understand myself I’m nothing.
Because what’s the point of vanity?
The world of dreams is the real world.
Nostalgy is beauty.
Being yourself is possibility to be who you want to be.
And all I want to be is a good person.
And all I want to do is doing whatever makes me happy.
And whatever makes me feel alive.
I want to live, not just exist.
Standing tough on the ground but still living in a dream.
This is my world. This is my life.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
I also have something inner, inner;
Within the real, the so real me.
Missing that figure
Is plainly a pain in, the so real me.
Though; the thought, supposed to be drowned,
is not; but submerged
Within me the so real me.
Trial of forgetting
Reassures the nostalgy in the so real me.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC