Avenger
Your hair will turn gray
by the end of the day,
but that doesn't matter
'cause you're gonna pay.
You messed things up once,
and again makes it twice,
by the end of the day
you'll be paying the price.
So take what you will
and avoid all the fights,
but when it's all over
you'll have sleepless nights.
I'll hunt you by night,
I'll hunt you by day,
and when I do find you
I will make you pay.
Love vs. Reality
If I were a bird, I'd fly to you.
If I were a dog, I'd run to you.
If we were together, I'd stay with you.
But here I am, there you are,
And all I can do is look at you.
What would it take?
What would it take for you to notice me?
It would take money to buy your friends.
I would have to disown all of mine.
I would have to do whatever you want.
I would have to be just like you and yours.
It would take all of my money, just for you.
Only to hold your attention for a while.
None of that is even close to me.
I guess it would take more than I have.
A Few Poems
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Re: A Few Poems
deep and meaningful, great job!
Imagine:
To stand on top of the highest cliff.
To feel the wind tearing at my clothes, the elements.
Looking down into oblivion and voidness.
The ground far, far away as it seems from here, but in reality only a couple of seconds away.
Standing there.
Feeling a decision in a prefabricated existence.
To draw the final breath,
To make that little step,
To know, that for once a decision was made,
To feel one foot above the abyss,
To think for a split second you can float in the air
To feel losing balance,
To fall,
To feel the cold wind violently caress you,
To see the ground coming closer,
Then to doubt
To wish yourself back to the top of the peak
the one that you are pacing away from.
Only to perish, knowing you cannot turn back
To stand on top of the highest cliff.
To feel the wind tearing at my clothes, the elements.
Looking down into oblivion and voidness.
The ground far, far away as it seems from here, but in reality only a couple of seconds away.
Standing there.
Feeling a decision in a prefabricated existence.
To draw the final breath,
To make that little step,
To know, that for once a decision was made,
To feel one foot above the abyss,
To think for a split second you can float in the air
To feel losing balance,
To fall,
To feel the cold wind violently caress you,
To see the ground coming closer,
Then to doubt
To wish yourself back to the top of the peak
the one that you are pacing away from.
Only to perish, knowing you cannot turn back