"tomorrrow" poems
He is the last, he has survived
In many years of war.
When billions of people died,
There's nothing to fight for.
He'd never seen the rise of sun
The spring and flower's bloom.
He'd never known the times of fun
As all he knew were times of doom.
But finally there's chance to cease
There's nobody to war.
Whoever cared about the peace
Could fight for it no more.
The end has come ,it is the end, there's nothing left to hide
The human nature has produced its biggest suicide.
The world has changed in cruel way
Through carnage everywhere.
Injustice, darkness, pride, despair
There's nothing else to say …
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
Wake up tomorrow like you are going to the moon.
Look at everything as if you are seeing it for the first time
and the last.
Tell someone they are beautiful.
Show someone how much you love them.
Stop and visualize the world around you.
Don't forget to wake up tomorrrow, you're going too the moon.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
It hurts so bad like a vulcano that keeps calm but just want the lava to cover it all
to swallow the core
vanish
disappear
be a breath
be a feather
I loathe all the ivy of this hell
I wish a " pretty girl" could be enough to light my pages
but so many sighs are unwritten
I am sieving the tiny gleams in the aching paper
I am shielding my words
holding my tongue
taping my mouth and my wings too
choking my soul for fear of being loved for fear of being hated too
numb and bleak as hell like the title of my heart book
I take credit for every spot of blood for every scar
it is all mine
Even the rain
Is it such a piece of cake to fly away from your own claws
Yet I don't want to die so let her torture me ad libitum
so I am never approach
ed
so I am drifting
on the ocean of nothing
knots and pieces of mirror
there are so many thorns under the coton of my dresses
when she asks for something
does she want to save me
I doubt her words
I doubt her face
Even her eyes can lie
There is nothing to read between lines
I am fallen from the nest
licking my wounds in the corner of my room
unable to breathe willingly
Everything is artificial and mostly hurtful
If only I could be a fool again maybe you would read and laugh more as we turn the pages(...)
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
Still waters of vast and calming blue.
Endless waves churning to a certain
Rhythm that you feel in your deepest self.
Enthralling siren songs, easing your heartache.
Neutral counselor of lost souls.
Incarnation of peace and safety,
The ocean will hold you like a mother.
Yesterday is past, tomorrrow is soon, but now is serenity.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC