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‘Mountains’

Grey mountains’ peaks

Topped with white snow

Peering through the clouds

Everywhere you look

So majestic in their coldness

So raw, so sharp

Untouched by the human’s hand

Untrapped within civilization’s traps

 

What is a human?

So tiny, so weak

Thrown somewhere in the middle

Of the nature’s boldness

Who does he think he is

To interfere with all creation

While being just a tiny piece

Of the great puzzle?

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‘Helpless’

lost in thought

Floating in the sea of helplessness

Among the biterness of nothingness

Within the routines and faces touched by sadness

Carried away in the fate’s darkness

Pondering over world’s unfairness

Searching for the promised brightness

And the unlikely happiness

Hoping for some kind of loneliness

But you’re never alone in your human weakness

The minutes run away into nothingness

You’re left with less and less time before death, drowning deeper into hopelessness

‘Like the wind’

strong wind from south blowing the snow over H...

Lying in my bed

Listening to the wind blowing

So strong

So fearless

 

Sweeping off everything on its way

Sweeping off the sand

Sweeping off the leaves

Sweeping off the trash

 

Now the pain gets swept too

Can you feel it? – the fear as well

Now emotions tremble

Taking the last breath

 

Put aside the weakness

Forget about the past

What lowers your confidence

Don’t let it last

 

Be like the wind

Own its courage and strength

Everybody who’s on your way

Just blow them away!

‘In the chaos of one’s mind’

The Human Mind

In the town of silence

In the night of brightness

Dreams don’t come

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In the sea of nothingness

In the pool of wisdom

Diving yet – reluctantly

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In the cup of reveries

In the song of madness

Looking for one leaf

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In the birth of memories

In the jungle of adventures

Breathing in the sea

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In the closure of my eyes

In exposure of my thoughts

I’ve found what I will be

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I’d like to thank a lot for the following award in the Thursday Poets Rally:

For this week I nominate deadpoet88.

‘Split’

Not even sure who I have been

A stranger is now the person I was

Open in my closure I admit

That she is dead and I am alive

 

Soon I will find that memories and thoughts

May still linger somewhere inside

But what are they? – meaningless crap

Piled up in somebody else’s mind

 

And maybe the person that I am

Will someday die as well

Just to give life to a new

Creature of its kind

 

So if my mind keeps on changing

And twisting at times

If my heart’s pounding seems different every time

Then how can I guess and realise the truth about

Who or what am I?

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