after the rain....:)i was standing in my garden,barefoot,
feeling the sun on my face.......
and reflecting on how c came into my life.
Suddenly it was cloudy and it rained cats and dogs.
i .......just stood dr , let d rain flow ovr me, through me..........
And then it was all ovr....
i felt the warm sunlight again on my face.
The only difference was that my clothes were heavy....wet ; and my bare feet had mud clinging on to it........just like those sweet memories of her...........
clinging on to my heavy heart........
The temptationher perfume impregnates the church
her confession is a delight
her face is tender
her voice is sweet
this woman is appealing
my mind is haunted by perverted ideas
Who is she? an angel, a devil....
I do not know
My duty is to respect my oath
this temptation is a poison
one unavowable desire overwhelms me
a suffering tears my heart
succumb to the temptation would a scandal
the hell of the flesh or respect my pledge.....
this dilemma torments me each day
Moje miastoktóregoś dnia
o mnie zapomni
w najszczęśliwszej chwili
wyjdę z domu
i nikt mnie nie rozpozna
nikt się za mną
palcem już więcej
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.
I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.
I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing is analyzed to death.
It will make them stop to think.
I want to write something real.
But don't we all, I suppose?
To be a heroOnce I clenched my fist with doggedness as I stood within the shadows of the eldritch wood.
Grit, I took by the hand.
Its fingers wrapped in mine.
Just as it would be for the hands
of lovers who embrace in affection.
All this to keep from the precipice
of my insanity.
My abysmal pit filled with a deep and horrid blue.
Though the flavor of my battles
had abandoned me, the redolence
of my iron had not.
Seeking a desperate heat that
my spirit once subdued with success.
Like that of a hot forge and the power of its smith's rusted hands to dominate it.
However, there came about
one whose name was whore.
Whom civilization did not want
for the desires that followed her
only gave way to vermin and vermin
gave way to plagues.
Both served her and kept close
to her vampiric-pale thighs.
Within the pine I met her.
In a brothel she dubbed her
house of worship.
On the outside of it, at the highest peak, the crows stood as deathly beasts and held an appearance as black as that of the infinite seas of
Because of YouBecause of you I'm always sad
Because of you I'm continuously mad
Mad at the world and mad at my friends
Now my life will never be the same again
My heart is in Pain I feel no joy
Because my heart has been torn apart
Torn from the world and lost to wind
Tell me why you did this again?
I showed you nothing but true love
But look at what you did to my heart
Played with it like it was a game
Now my heart is addicted to pain.
DivergentI want to be peaceful.
I want to be selfless.
I want to be intelligent.
I want to be honest.
I want to be brave.
Society doesn't want me to,
but I will soon be.
I want to be Divergent.
Pack Rats I want to be
stale as bread,
picture of her
in the beating
of your breast
of my bones;
you can be
the invisible ink
At the turning age.
Minds all the same.
To be in control.
The Option."Why do you want that option?"
"Because I want to die, if you must know."
He wants it, so he can take it, tick the box for the final option.
He means it, he does, he doesn't care how much you scream "No!"
He wants the option, for when he is discarded like a broken toy,
That he can end his life, and stop all the hurt, stop living.
He no longer wants to be an emotionless decoy-
I no longer want to be tortured, in the land of the living.
See? He and I, finally agree, that it's what's best for us, for me,
Yes, we agree that I should die, although it is a bitter choice.
A bitter choice? But the prospect of leaving it all? Being free?
And that, is the appeal, it is what makes me agree with the voice.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and we're left to rot,
That we shall take the final option, it's what's best for us, for me.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and w