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I have always liked writing poems, and it's very unusual for me to write them in english. So I share what I can find of my old poems and other text-things.
"Never get an answer from anyone
Feel alone every time
I'm lookin' for you
Walkin' around unvisible
like a ghost I fade away
Wishin' for a miracle
but it will never become true
'Cause I'm not here longer for you."
"If you can't see
don't try anyway"
"Being liked isn't the same thing as being loved. Love is a thing I don't know anything about."
"Push me
see if I can take the fall
If I'm weak
is it because of what you do
I can no longer live a life
without you."
"I know the past is a lonely place
I wanted it to be us two
however, I can't forget your face
and I can't stop remebering you
But it's like you have erazed me from your memories
I don't know you anymore
How can you be so cruel, please
it's because of you I have closed the door
I can't let anyone in, I'm so sure
I can't do this no more."
"There is nothing more to say
So please leave me alone
There is no any other way
and I thought you where gone
you are just a part of the past
I want to believe so
But I can't forget you so fast
Why don't you just not let me go?"
Nothing Could Take Him Back
The cold autum winds embraced his poorly dressed body, a loud angry voice left the house he was walking towards to. He hurried on the steps and suddenly an upset, cursing, man passed him by and pushed Mickoo aside. The timber he held fell out of his grip and the door slammed in front of his face, again. With many failed attempts Mickoo succeded with opening the frontdoor with the frozen fingers and took a step into the warm stone house. Infront of the fireplace stood his mother, she had quickly turned her back against him, and as usual she ignored him. It seemed like only by his very existence caused her to shiver with hatred.
“Hi moth
Isn't A Mother Supposed To Love Her Child?
"But... why can she just-" Mickoo paused because he was scared to say something wrong. Something that could hurt him even more.
"...realize that I am her son and I am a gentle soul?" The sadness lived in his light blue eyes, slowly dying inside of not being able to understand the meaning of it all that his mother was trying to show. Did she hate him and if yes, why?
"There is nothing you can do or say to change her mind. You will never be good enough in her eyes." Mickoo sat on a rock, staring at the ground that were covered with snow. It was like he couldn't reset the thought of it, the thing was something he couldn't understand.
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Comment and I will...
1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your dA page.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you what element I believe you belong to (e.g. water, fire, air, etc.).
4. Tell you which one of your OC's is my favorite.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer. (please)
6. Tell you something I like about you or your art.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you what am I doing right now.
9. Tell you what food/ flavor/smell you remind me of.
10. Tell you to do this in your journal too, if you haven't already.
Some Poems and other shitsis
Some weird texts about weird stuff.
"Gave up my only chance
Because I thought life was a simple dance
Now I hope they will forget me soon
otherwise this will be my doom."
What is the point of fighting against yourself?
What is the point when you know it's only causing you pain?
What is the point when you know you are the only one crying in the end?
What is the point in all this?
"I love that smile in your beautiful face
and I love when you hold my hand
We need to keep our love on the trace
Otherwise this will run out in the sand
I can't promise I can keep up with you
But it wouldn't matter as long as we stay true
© 2014 - 2024 SininenBlau
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