"waites" poems
I suppose I love you twice
And I realize I hate you once.
Even I'm not sure
That I am really capable to hate you
But you can make me oscillate
Day by day
Between hatred and
The feeling called love
By you only
Until it will be almost impossible
To keep this feeling alive
And I can explain you
It is because
This breakable mechanism called love
Which normally starts from the souls
Didn't start within us from there
But from another secret place
Of our being
And I can explain
You see , our feeling consists
In fact
Completely of passion
And voluptuousness
So, if our love couldn't really start
How can be finished something
It didn't start?
In fact
Our feeling has two faces
Hatred and passion
But ,confusively as usual,
We try to call it love-woman
And love-man
In order to facilitate this meeting
We need
A lot of sap
The sap of... ***
The sap of... reason
The sap of ...introspection
And the sap of... lie
So you , woman- love-man,
Moreover, inter-twilight love
You have the fault
For not being capable to be born
I 'm not guilty as a woman
And you're not guilty as a man
When
The sap of..... goodness
The sap of...... trustingness
The sap of...... knowledge
And the sap of ..... faithfulness
Cannot flow
To the leaves of our souls
More especially our son
Who waites to be born
Is the most guilty.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:24 AM UTC
A leaf falls and hits the ground with a silent thud.
A young boy waits with his undying love, for the girl that he only knows by name,
Now he is caught in the lovers game.
His eyes are blind because now love is all he sees,
He gently waites outside her gates with the swaying trees.
He waits for minutes, hours, days,
Now his eyes have turned into a hazy glaze.
He has become weak, not in the body but in the mind,
It is getting hard to see, he is becoming blind.
She has not come, she hasn't come to the gate,
But there's nothing that the boy can do except to wait.
The trees become naked, the leaves cover the ground,
The boy lifts his head, for he hears a sound.
He runs to the gate and sees only what his eyes let him see,
For his one and only is waiting with all her beauty,
She runs to his arms, her love is for real,
He caress's her arms and a tear he can feel.
They run and play and talk all day long,
They talk about love and that their feelings are strong.
The day turns to night and twilight arrives,
He asks her when he can see her next and she starts to cry.
She says that now they'll have to depart,
Now there's a stone where he once had a heart.
She tells him that her father will not let them marry,
She tells him that she can't but the guilt she can not carry.
She cries and cries until he calms her down,
She falls to the floor and together they lie on the gorund,
They sleep until it is time for her to go.
She asks him his name but he tells her she can never know.
She leaves him lying there and she walks to the gate,
He tries to stop her but he is too late,
She pulls a knife and stabs her chest.
Tears fall from his eyes as blood covers her breast.
He runs over to her and does the same,
This is the end of the lovers game.
Now they'll wait for someone to find,
Love conquers all because it is blind.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 12:35 AM UTC
His eyes through me,
Those deep blueish.
The morning waites for me.
Looking at me, greeting.
I'm surprised by him,
I'm barely responding.
Yesterday that touch,
Today this Hi,
What comes next?
Nothing, just boring byes.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC