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@phallica | 16 March 20 | |
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice, from what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire, but if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice. |
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@miia | 18 March 20 | |
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda |
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@phallica | 21 March 20 | |
Because hate is legislated, written into the primer and the testament, shot into our blood or brain like vaccine or vitamins, because our day is of time, of hours, and the clock hand turns, closes the circle upon us, and black timeless night sucks us in like quicksand, receives us totally, without a raincheck or a parachute, a key to heaven or the last long look, I need love more than ever now, I need your love, I need love more than hope or money, wisdom or a drink, because slow negative death withers the world, and only yes can turn the tide, because love has your face and body, and your hands are tender and your mouth is sweet and God has made no other eyes like yours. |
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@miia | 26 March 20 | |
A Song To A Woman You are my moment and my shadow and my glorious word in a silent sound. my step and my longing you are beautiful just as much as you are a secret and truth as much as you are a lust. Stay unreachable, silent and distant because the dream of happiness is more than happiness. Be irretrievable like youth And let your shadow and your echo remember me of it The history of the heart is in the tear that falls and soaks its love in vicious pain. The only truth is in the dreams of your soul. A kiss is the most wonderful encounter of them all. You are made of my visions and your sunny gown is of my dreams embroidered. You were my enchanted thought, a symbol of all vanities,prone to defeat and cold. But you do not exist,and you never did. Born in my silence and loneliness, you shone on the sun of my heart, because everything we kiss-we made it ourselves. Jovan Ducic |
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@phallica | 28 April 20 | |
I went out at night alone, the young blood flowing beyond the sea, seemed to have drenched my spirit's wings, I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head from shadows shaken on the snow, I saw Orion in the east burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father's house, dreaming my dreams on winter nights, I watched Orion as a girl above another city's lights. Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, the world's heart breaks beneath its wars, all things are changed, save in the east, the faithful beauty of the stars. |
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@ufohunter | 29 April 20 | |
The fall . . . it's the last thing I remember. Memories tear apart my soul, consumed by the endlessly burning fire. My body turns again into ashes, revealing ruined bones. I'm falling to the darkest place: where light causes pain and darkness brings solace, into a place which deprives one of faith and erases memories, which leads to madness and effaces the boundary between people and beasts. The Red Goddess, her shrine shrouds all the memories, she is the key to the gate of unending agony. She is the answer! The Red Goddess - the road that I must follow.. |
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@miia | 29 June 20 | |
@ufohunter, are u @trunking actualy
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@wildfern | 29 June 20 | |
I'm fair enjoying reading thru these poems
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@miia | 29 June 20 | |
Letter to a mother Sergei Yesenin I love this poem. I tried to find the best translation of it. Its sad that a lot can be lost in translation Are you still alive, my starushka? I am too, and I wanted to write. I hope evening still bathes the cottage in the same indescribable light. They tell me that you try to hide it, but I'm causing you pain and distress. You walk out on the road after supper in your tattered and old-fashioned dress. And, when you go walking through twilight, what you brood on is always the same: theres a barroom fight, and there, at my heart, someone plunges a Finnish blade. Its nothing, my dear! So calm yourself. It's only a dream born of dread. I may drink, but Ill see you again before anyone lays me down dead. Im as loving as ever I was, and the one thing that Im yearning for is to leave behind my aimlessness and return to our own front door. Ill come back when our garden is white with the blossoms that I used to know; but this time dont wake me at daybreak, as you did once, eight years ago. Dont awaken the dreams that are gone; dont rehearse what can never come true. That weary grief that living can bring fell to my lot when life was still new. And dont ask me to pray. Dont do it! What is long past cannot be made right. You alone are my comfort and help; You are my indescribable light. So please don't worry and pine for me; don't let me cause you so much distress. Dont go out on the road so often in your tattered and old-fashioned dress. |
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@1owlcity | 6 October 20 | |
Don't Be A Freak, Yo! Illegal drugs can insane someone Are you taking that, my dear one? To those who are hallucinated Do you feel that you're in the hell and hyperactivated? To those who feel frantic Does the moon struck your eyes why your soul falls to lunatic? Hey, stop that hangout, dude You ruin yourself, dude Escape now from your wild imagination Create a battle and fight your delusion It's hard to be in normal again But please, slowly turn over a new leaf and breathe again. Your condition is not in a paradise that fits on you It's not a fairytale movie, I think it's a horror, yo! You're not a main character on that situation But a victim and a loser from the poison Don't follow the snake, he will bite you to temptation Still, there's a time to change and start your life with reformation Author: John Vincent Deloso a.k.a. @1owlcity Date Created: February 7, 2010 Type: Anti-Illegal Drugs Advocacy Poem |
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