Pjesme i poezija

zakon pjesma

aha

loneliness stil comforts me

It feels like acid running through my core
Everything is melting, vanishing by time, slow
Can’t explain what’s biting me inside
Just know I’m fading for a long time
Do you know how it feels being alone?
Crying in my room and no one knows
This is why I fell apart
Because you weren’t here to heal my heart


nadam se da nije problem kaj je na engleskom

ok people, stvarnooo me bacate u depresiju!!! svi ste vi tu amazin poets, i onda ja shvatim da stinkam in poetry, to vam je kao da vas netko digne u oblake i ostavi vas tamo 2 minute da okusite kak je to gr8 feeling, i onda vam baci ciglu na glavu i spusti vas na zemlju

procitala sam sve...i sve su mi super...lijepe...

evo i mojim malo....da bacim Devil's u jos dublju depru...

***

Now you know your saint is a sinner

My soul is beyond redemption
Trust me, I'm not worth saving.
Perhaps death is my only option
Trust me, I'm not worth your craving.

You know I'm not a believer,
So when you find me, silent and stained, don't cry.
Now you know your saint is a sinner,
And you know it doesn't matter, I was never worth the try.

As I write this I feel neither guilt, nor remorse, only dismay.
They preach suicide is a sin,
But when I asked - May I? They said - You may.
You will hate me for saying this- but the hipocrits are right - they win.

So when you find me, silent and stained, don't cry,
Cuz I have finally stopped living a lie.
It's too late for you to say - She was worth the try,
For your starcrossed lover lays here,gazing at the bleeding sky.

***

The two for tragedy

Your angelface still lingers here,
I'm afraid the pain and the memories won't let me be.
I still feel your breath as if you were near.
The cold absence of your touch is scaring me.

They say that the ignorance is bliss,
Then I wish I've never seen what real love could be.
I wish I could say you're the last thing I'd miss.
How come your image of real love was nothing but pain for me?

Candlelight whispers our song so quietly,
The day I've met you - What a sad twist of fate,
You coward, you've gone so silently,
You've become the shadow I love to hate.

I wrote this as our love's rhapsody,
But then again - our love was just a sad twist of fate.
We know no love, only hate - the two made for tragedy.
I hate you, I hate you so much, but you're the one I love to hate.

ova druga je zakon

heh....danas sam u nekom uzasno depresivnom raspolozenju....pa da to iskazem pjesmom...

(ne, ne razmisljam o samoubojstvu, samo da znate.)

Another Blank Obituary

Alone in her corner,
Drowning in her rage,
With the face of a mourner,
Because her heart is in a cage.

Lost in her own deception,
Stuck in the hate's maze.
Her soul in deed is beyond redemption,
She wants to kill them with her cold gaze.

A touch of pain,
A drip of blood,
A slit opened vein,
A blooded flood.

Another pretty corpse in the mortuary,
Pale skin against the cold metal's touch.
Another blank obituary,
She was too young to do much.

Another funeral on a rainy day,
Weeping parents, lost in pain.
Another open cascet, a girl gazing at the stars' array.
It was so much easier just to look the other way.

She left a note, a red piece of paper in her hand.
This is what it said:

For all the pieces of my heart I will never mend,
For all the love-letters I will never send,
For all the lost sunsets and the walks on the wet sand.

You saw me begging, you looked the other way.

Now this is me dead,

Your late friend.

_______________

u zadnje vrijeme pisem takve stvari....

dusty future

I’m damned, I am crushed
Because for all that I give
I’m returned with none
All my whishes are not fulfilled
For that I wonder if I’m blind
And I don’t see
Is it just my destiny dark?
Will it ever be clear?

ovak zgleda kad sam ja depresivna

lijepa je...i svidja mi se naslov jako.....pa gdje nam je Tihana?

Whatsmyname??!:

lijepa je...i svidja mi se naslov jako.....pa gdje nam je Tihana?

da,nema je,nemam pojma

Bittersweet:

Whatsmyname??!:

lijepa je...i svidja mi se naslov jako.....pa gdje nam je Tihana?

da,nema je,nemam pojma

yep really, di je ona??

whisper in the night

see the raven flying through the sky
see the roses bleeding on her grave
she was the one who wanted to die
now she's taken.
taken away

red eyes are glowing behind your back
in loving memory of everything she was
grasping for smile that fade to black
the dead will never rise up.
never again.

it's time to cry like never before
hear the whisper in this horrible night
for the day they found her on the bathroom floor
was the day she lost this fight.

the raven sat on the memorial plate
hear him singing his song:

"the one they loved is the one they hate
save it before it goes wrong"




to sam sad upravo smislila, znam da je pomalo ofucano.
eto šta depresija učini ljudima...

lijepa je pjesma...bas bi mogla neku svoju iskopat...

I Laugh - But Smile No More

In the cold light of morning,
Bodies strewn on the floor,
Muttered words of mourning
For those who aren't anymore.

Shadows moving to a discordant melody,
The rotting stench made me sober.
The morning wears the face of tragedy.
Don't make me watch! Drown the sun and call me when it's over.

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
Bits and pieces of rotting flesh tangled in the light...
I'm not strong! I'm insane! This nightmare is getting longer,
Lost in the field of the Dead, dreading the pending Night.

The feathery sound of the raven's wings
And something whispers in the dark.
An empty swing begins to swing-
This nightmre will leave a tragic mark.

Somewhere close to me - silenced screams.
Cold sweat dampens my skin,
Can one die in their dreams?!
I see what was once unseen.

What if these are no dreams?
That thought sounds so deadly true.
What if the Night will soon be hearing my screams?
What if my body becomes torn in two?

Wake me up! Make me open my eyes!
Don't make me go through that door
To meet my fears without their disguise.
Wait! It's all gone...
I laugh - but smile no more.


***

Of Yellow Brick Roads And Prom Queens

She lays on the school's bathroom floor,
Blood soaked hair and a goodbye note.
Every time they lied to her - she was eager for more.
Her last words - Vote for me - She wrote.

She's a prom queen and there she reigns - consumed by her own past,
Devoured by her own fears.
With the fake vaseline smile that didn't last,
'Cuz in the end she was drowned in her own tears.

One of the blonde Dorothies who followed the yellow brick road
And got caught in the web of their own lies,
One of those who love to gloat.
All she's left are fake smiles and ignorant glassy eyes.

Her prom night - Not in a limo, but in a hearse -
The prom queen who dared to fall-
Gotta give her credit for that - She's still clutching onto her $100purse.
Laid in a cascet and covered with a pall.

Instead of living a lie in utter bliss,
She chose to die.
Instead of leaving a trail - She will be the one no one will ever miss.
Just another pretty lie.



Eh, ovo vam je malo moje bolesne poezije na engleskom.

Moja poezija suxa, ovo s Prom queen je bolesno,al dobro.

kad sam looooose volje onda pisem jako bolesne stvari...imam i ljepsih, ali mi se stvarno ne da re-postat...sve je na forumu poetry...

Možda je prošao život cijeli
od onog dana kad smo se sreli
kad prvi put ugledah te oči plave
i kosu boje pokošene trave

Ana- djevojka plavih očiju i kose
ime koje tisuće djevojaka nose
i koje će jednoga dana otići tamo gdje i Ana

Ruku mi pruži kao da pita
volim li rijeke polja i žita
i pružih ruku ruci što drhti
i pružih ruku vapaju smrti

I pomislih lijepa je ona
i ne čuh zvuk onoga zvona
što je u smrt zove polako,
a da sam znao vječno bi plakao

Htjedoh ljubavlju da otjeram drogu
jer što je ona skrivila Bogu
zvala je zvijezde i noć da joj sude
htjela je da voli i voljena bude

Uzalud bjehu sve molbe moje
umrješe oči plave boje
i proklinjah dolazak onoga dana
i zlo što nosi marihuana

A znala je da narkomani dugo ne žive
da se oni kratko životu dive
voljela je da bode svoje vene,
voljela je mnoge a možda i mene

Na njenom grobu zaplakah prvi
i riječi uposah rijekama krvi
"UMRLA JE U SMIRAJ DANA,
ONA JE LIJEPA,A ZVALA SE ANA"

A znala je da narkomani dugo ne žive
da se oni kratko životu dive
voljela je da bode svoje vene,
voljela je mnoge a možda i mene

tu sam već čula negdje

Postajte pjesme koje ste actually vi napisali.

Jedna moja.. Po slovensko

Hrepenenje po tebi je neskončno,
zakrito z neštetim številom meja.
V glavi je le majhna lucka,
in to je tvoj pogled.
Skrivnosten. A najvecje skrivnosti ne ve.