Poetry Night
OK. Tonight is a poetry night:) Some would say “What the fu*k is going on?” , and yeah, they will be right:) But sometimes I write abut how I feel, or how I feel about something. These are the times when I’m hurt, disappointed or even heartbroken when I run over to my poem-writing abilities(hell yeah brother). Usually write them in Bulgarian and maybe some of you have seen some of my works….but if you’re not “one of the lucky ones” – do not worry:) Those are not meant to be shared:) Tonight I betrayed my principles and wrote something in English(not a first one…probably not last). And I decided this time to post it here(not like the last ones I wrote recently):) But enough “blah, blah, blah” already:)
Sinner
Consider the moonlight
upon the soft skin
and try to forget the angel of sin.
To live in a cage
and to suffer in pain
is a way of delusion and a matter of shame.
Through the bars made of iron,
through the heart split with ice
try to inflame the feeling and survive in her eyes.
If you never resist it
and you never get out
you will just be another, that is shamefully proud.
And another one…relatively short and yet really deep:
Yes, this happens…yet I don’t know if it hurts…
but I suffer…while I can’t remember getting hurt…
now I wonder…though, I really should not…
if we ever have fallen in love?
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Hey, i understand how it is. Poetry helps by placing emotions down in ink on paper. It really helps me, and i’m best @ it when sad/heartbroken. I feel as if the lover who will never be loved, the rose that wilts b4 it blooms. Although, “A rose doesn’t bloom overnight, but it will bloom. It Just takes time.” -Christopher Gonzales
So much time has passed since this moment:) Yet I remember it clearly when I read this. So it must really help. Thanks for the comment Chris