It feels so....so..ah - not good when you don't know what to think about something. It feels so odd - and twisting. And then I just once again wrote something. A poem like thing.
I don't' even have proper reason to this writing. I just like it. Writing I mean. I wrote a poem just I said. Then I wrote an other one. The first paragraph is same but all other paragraphs are totally different. The second one is more like what kind of poem I wanted to write but then I just felt like writing something totally different. So here are my two poems. Have fun with them. I had. ^^ [or something]
My dark room
Sometimes I feel so lost
so lost I barely know my name.
And it hurts
it hurts like stabbed time and again.
Then I'm once again in my dark room
finding no way out.
Praying the Angel of death to save me from my nightmares
but it won't save me.
Because there isn't heaven to me
nor hell either.
My dark room is my life
my world
and my destiny.
And the second one:
Destiny
Sometimes I feel so lost
so lost I barely know my name.
I'm lost in the shadows
losing a part of myself every second.
And in the end there is nothing left of me.
I just disappear from the Earth.
- leaving things just like I never have even lived.
It is my destiny
but I'm not sorry because of it.
I'm happy of it
because then I wont' hurt anyone.
-Vierna-..........[Do you know what is the fastest way to die? *frog*]
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Love your poems! :) The first one was just so lonely and sad, when even death won't take you, you really are alone. It made me think. How could anyone be in that situation? Sometimes people feel that they are without help, without friends, without caring, without love. That's sad. Everybody has someone somewhere that cares or would care if the person would let the other people care.
And the second one.. Just so beautiful. Sad but beautiful. Misty in a way. Relaxed, no fear of death.. Beautiful. In a way it's sad but I don't know.. It's happy too. Maybe more happy than sad. Like people who have finally made their decision about suicide.. At their last moments they can be happier than ever 'cause they have made their decision. They will never hurt anyone. (Or that's how they see it. In my opinion there aren't many worse things that you can do to your loved ones than killing yourself. Killing is wrong no matter who you kill. It always hurts somebody.)
Hmm... Got to some serious topics.. Don't even know if the poems were about them.. Propably not but that's just how poems are, they can be seen in different ways. Stop writing too good poems.. :P No really, keep on writining them! Makes this little insect eater happy. :)
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