Tag: #fear

Lighter

 
 A folded princess
 And a lighter on the table
 A sad face in the bands
 Square eyes
 Tears are like crystals
 A mouth like a quart
 Sitting on armchair
 Not thinking about anything
 Smiles like the sun
 And her look ...
 16:04 23/04/05

Fearful

 It's my teacher
 No, it's my lady
 Do you like her?
 I'm not really
 She goes, looks and observes
 Such people are dangerous
 Why do you say so?
 She is just strange, closed
 Only she knows what sits in her
 But I don't like such people
 I wonder what she wants...
 What will make it ok...
 I don't know
 20:38 17.11.04

My angel of sin

 He’d have white wings
 His eyes full of greens
 Cold hand from fear
 He’ll be my dear
 His face swarthy
 Very naughty
 He warmed me with cold hand
 And fell
 On sale
 Which has eaten him
 In which he drown
 Then I looked for him
 My angel
 ...and he had found me
 Then for the first time
 We were together
 I felt that touch
 As he cuddles me
 But it was just wind
 It was my wind
 My angelic wing
 Which i felt for
 With whom I’ve stayed
 Over the river
 With him
 And again we were one
 My angelic wind...
 21:29 21.09.03

A poet out of theme

 Wind blows the hair
 Water in the pond
 And butterflies’s wings
 And you...
 And us...
 Like a walk in clouds
 In the ocean of stars
 Drown in the moon
 Only us...
 Not you...
 I want to drive in a delight
 Scream from fear
 From boredom yawn
 And know only one
 Only you and me
 Not be scared so often
 As i was supposed to
 Don’t ever feel fear
 Let it go away
 I want to feel safe
 By my angel
 He’ll look after me
 And love and be
 And never again...
 ...will walk away
 Never ever leave me
 21:08 21.09.03

Afraid of now

 My enemy is fear
 I have to destroy him!
 I can't be scared
 I have to give as much energy as I have
 I don't know what to do
 I'm still alone
 I'm dealing with everything on my own
 And I know I hamper everybody around
 Everyone feels I'm in the way
 And I bother you all
 I can't see the beginning
 I'm not ashamed of myself
 I don't feel the end
 I out of strength
 10:30 07.05.03

Lovers

 She... and he
 Around dark, silence
 Only she and he
 Dawn is waking
 A new day
 They’re ling in trees leaf’s
 Their body’s braided
 Whole shiver
 Lovers from hundred hills
 Smolder each other
 Suddenly sea is walking up
 And quietly saying to them
 That is morning, they’ve to go
 To the land of their dreams

17:47 04.10.03

Have you ever thought about birds, the most beautiful ones, those without a name … without a home, without a companion – emotionally and physically lonely?
Did you at all think about it ?! Beautiful, proud and unwanted, without constant stead.
…without translation, without explanation – proud and haughty.
I want to make love! Here, now … with you, day and night!
No, no, not true. I lie!
 I do not want anything from you. I would like there to be more adequate word than ‘love’, I do not like to make love…
 I like to feel that I am above my fears, that nothing and no one can beat me internal. I’m not thirsty for anything, some things I just need.