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lost in the darkness-
quiet, invisible soul
walking
silently;
shivering
invisibly.
i am nothing- but a spirit
looking for a light
in night
lost in the darkness-
i stopped hoping
that you are still there-
i thought: it is safe
to crawl alone in desert of confusion: -ego blinded me,
stumbled on the first step;
falling down
-screaming-
your n a m e
lost in the darkness-
i am deeming on the ones
i left behind:
now they're
g o n e-
can i find
a place that fulfils me
nevertheless
that you don't know, neither i
why do we need it
(we are too w e a k, my love)
lost in the darkness-
my heart is still filled with echoes of your l a u g h t e r
diary with no paper, no w o r d s
is life:
pointless
insignificant-
it confuses, causing fear.
lost in the darkness-
i'm suffocating in animosity:
who is swearing into your ear,
who is smiling
when you fall
and can't get up.
lost in the darkness-
maybe, sometimes it is better
admit that you're wasting time
by endless speeches
about non-existent
b e a u t y.
Literature
primal scream therapy.
you were seventeen with your
nicotine knuckles and
hollow smiles and
we were running into the light together. just us.
and the light.
i think we’d melt into decembers or
go to the movies, just two lisping teenagers with
funny accents and fidget hands.
we clawed ourselves out of our skins and called it poetry.
we weaved images out of ink pens and
took shaky disposable camera polaroids
in the name of photography.
you’re lighting fires off the walls
with a click of a lighter and
angel wings spun out of gauze.
the city could burn down and
we’d just smoke it up.
metaphorically.
kids like us are made of fog and other dark t
Literature
Heaven and Hell
Across pits of shadow
Among nameless graves
We jubilate for eternity
For the darkness is our friend
And the cold a pleasure
Because the Hell you fear
Is the Heaven we aspire to
Literature
Impersonations of You...
I have built so many dolls,
each one designed to look just like you.
Their every detail, every feature;
an artistic impression of the original masterpiece.
But unfortunately for me,
A doll will never have a soul.
More specifically, they would never have YOUR beautiful soul...
Instead, they would simply end up being toys for a moment,
to be discarded or put aside once the excitement fades.
But despite all that I continue to build them;
I continue to build these dolls of you...
For I am in love with a fairytale ending,
even if it would never come true
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Living in agony
Cause I just do not know
Where you are
hello, my fellas!
hopefully that your christmas holidays went on well and that you are looking foward to new year!
this poetry is actually having a philosophical meaning: i labeled it as emotional, but philosophy inspired me (as well as personal thoughts/experiences) to write this poem- originally on my mother tongue, but then edited, translated, edited, again edited (thought that lost in the darkness can add beat so i decided to focus on it)
well, a lot of edites, but secretly i am focusing on question: can we, actually, know what is really right or wrong? religious people are following rules that are written in Bible, Quran, Torah etc. But, is that really right that is written in their books? any religious person (i am not) would say they are, but the question is still here- can we really behave properly if we don't know what is right or wrong? "spirit" represents our emotions, usually our guidelines- she/he is seeking for a happines, but at the end gives up because she wasn't sure if this is alright due the different things that other said (lost in the darkness you can interpret as lost in confusion)
i have been several times asked about my religious belifes- i used to have "i belive aka beliver" stamp several months ago, but i don't follow any religious rules nor read bible. Formally, i am christian, but deeply in my soul, i am agnostic. i do belive in god(s) and there is probably something supernatural, but i don't want to be strictly converted to any religious rules. yes, i pray, but i don't think that anything bad will happen to me if i don't blindly follow things that priests are speaking.
© Alessiah 2014.
Cause I just do not know
Where you are
hello, my fellas!
hopefully that your christmas holidays went on well and that you are looking foward to new year!this poetry is actually having a philosophical meaning: i labeled it as emotional, but philosophy inspired me (as well as personal thoughts/experiences) to write this poem- originally on my mother tongue, but then edited, translated, edited, again edited (thought that lost in the darkness can add beat so i decided to focus on it)
well, a lot of edites, but secretly i am focusing on question: can we, actually, know what is really right or wrong? religious people are following rules that are written in Bible, Quran, Torah etc. But, is that really right that is written in their books? any religious person (i am not) would say they are, but the question is still here- can we really behave properly if we don't know what is right or wrong? "spirit" represents our emotions, usually our guidelines- she/he is seeking for a happines, but at the end gives up because she wasn't sure if this is alright due the different things that other said (lost in the darkness you can interpret as lost in confusion)
i have been several times asked about my religious belifes- i used to have "i belive aka beliver" stamp several months ago, but i don't follow any religious rules nor read bible. Formally, i am christian, but deeply in my soul, i am agnostic. i do belive in god(s) and there is probably something supernatural, but i don't want to be strictly converted to any religious rules. yes, i pray, but i don't think that anything bad will happen to me if i don't blindly follow things that priests are speaking.
© Alessiah 2014.
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This is a good poem...very sad...but good