Tonight I start my second Connection class, "End of Life Issues". I hope that it is as interesting as my Tuesday class.


History of ViolenceHateful words flung carelessly at one who you say you love Another night not so silent; filled with the angry words that have become so familiar. Do I dare try to help? or should I stay in my oasis praying that it's over fast? I lock my door and try to sleep but the bitterness echoes inside my soul Keeping me awake.History of Violence


Burning DesireMy passion and desire burn like savage fire. Must I always yearn or will my obcession burn.Burning Desire
Late on a midsummer night My love for you burns bright. My love for you is set ablaze. My mind is in a restless haze.
I see the flames in your eyes But I can also see the lies My love for you burns so strong But in my mind I know it's wrong
My mind is telling me to run away But my heart is begging that I stay What is this hold you have on me? Why can't you just set me free?


Blood - ComplicatedBlood - Complicated 2/12/09Blood - Complicated
Now that you've reached the cellar of my soul and seperated the parts that made me whole. I am left with an empty shell - a blank page -
filled with open wounds and reckless rage.
This is not how I imagined our dynamic to be. This is not the feeling I wished to achieve. You are the root of all my anguish and pain. I cannot fathom what pleasure you procure.
You pierced my skin to watch the crimson flow. You've hurt me in ways I can never show. Little by little, I've lost my will to even care. You sna
His Own Life
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"There is beauty in despair. You just have to know where to look." Me!
I admit, visiting your page made me sit back and think. Where I come from, during a decade of heavy economical crisis, one's poetry was only printed if one can cover the cost him/herself. Rare few agreed to it. Rare few felt like reading poetry at the time too. Still, it wasn't just hollow years.
Everything you write, matters. You may think it only matters to you, but it surely will resound in someone. No matter in what form they are expressed, ideas and emotions echo off. I remember, when I was a teenager I set myself a goal: That I wrote and drew in such a way, so as to be certain everyone's reaction on a particular work of mine would be one and the same. Then I found out, that was not the point ...
There is much to beholding the multifarious reflections of the way you see the world, in the eyes of others, through your poems. Even more, in your own eyes, after the course of time.
May life bring you many a thing worth sharing.
PS Thank you for supporting the DA community. I can't, and it eats me.
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chill · strange, cute & colorful shots
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thanks for the add too
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