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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

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‘In Search For More’

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Leaving the world with a smile on his face

Flew the spirit on the chilly winter’s embrace

‘Goodbye my tricky life

Go on with your unexpected dive

The space is waiting with its mysteries

So many roads to choose with no limits’

He knew the sweetness of blossoming trees,

The kisses of love, the pleasure he would miss

But the joys of the Earth were not enough

He wanted so much more to discover on his path

What he did – a lunacy, that’s what they called it

A mourning crowd was an illusion in not that little bit

The emptiness he did not feel anymore

When he realised he had it all in his hands, his proper lore

He left his cat, the rain and depressing fall

And then he announced, ‘’tis my final call’

‘The world’s loneliness’

Loneliness

How can we be so lonely

In the arms of the world?

How can we shout for attention

And be left unheard?

How can we hold somebody so tenderly

And be pushed away?

How can we be such sensitive souls

In the army of tough soldiers?

How can we all be alone

If all we need is a friend?

The world is so cold, sad and empty

When there’s no one to share.

If only we could be both strong and delicate

And with a song attract the sincere one left.

‘Puppet’

Sometimes I feel like a puppet

Bleached and worn

Without emotions

Willing to die

To be thrown away onto a dusty attic

At least hidden

Under piles of forgotten clutter

I wouldn’t hear their shouting

‘The Life’s Road’

hole in her eyes

heavy stones

watching mountains

from behind

 

steep slopes

raining tears and sweat

he’s strong

he’s the man

 

gentle whispers

calling for understanding

none

no heart like this one

 

careless moments

memories never recalled

she wants to feel her blood

dropping onto the path

 

a motionless desert

heat radiating

no water left

for the lonely shepherd

 

shapeless figures

emotions unfigured

stop thinking

go on

 

the road ahead

signs misread

walking into the ocean

of dreams so passionate

 

poisoned with knowing

and sounds of steel

beaten, still he gets up

his mindset unchanged

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I’d like to thank for the following award from Thursday Poets Rally Week 72:

I nominate paperplane project!

‘Lonely Souls’

Loneliness

We are the lonely souls

Wandering through dirty roads of life

Unsure of our destinies, we walk unsteadily

Searching for arms that will hold us tight enough

Unable to call out

We shyly hide from each other

Stealing time to get closer

And then falling apart again and again

Too frightened to ask if it’s real

Or if it’s just another mistake

Watching past heartbreakes from a distance

We compare

Our minds start to consider

When they just shouldn’t care

 

We are the lonely souls

Searching for what we could never find

Slowly getting further and further

Our chances for survival weakening every second

Until they fade away and we realize

It’s me and you again

– Not us

‘The sorrow can only fall asleep’

One more tear I will shed

One more glass of champagne I won’t have

As I will drink wine instead

 

When will this sorrow go away?

When will this memory find its way

Out of my head?

 

A song of madness

Sung in shadows, hiding from the lights

Strong feelings may never actually die

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‘Civilization’s traps’

Closed doors

Front doors

Eyes close

Eyes closed

Careful watch

Watch to catch

You doing something wrong

.

Hands reach

Hands of witch

And tongues of one too

Tongues always due

To see you do

Change the hue

.

Nails sharp

Nails that carp

Just like lips

Making you get to grips

With remorse

Which only makes things worse

.

Ears that listen

In the light they glisten

The foes that gossip

Wait for you to take a sip

From the cup which pleasures promise

But no friends enlist

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Hey, readers! It’s my 100th post!!! Yay! Time to celebrate…

Champagne tower.

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

I nominate Elaine Danforth.

‘Little bird’

Little bird was sitting on the branch

Forgotten and upset

It was looking at the world

Or what from the world was left

It shed one tear

It bent over its broken wing

And in weakening voice

It sung its last song

About love that was betrayed

About the Earth that was destroyed

About the human that killed its parents

And in darkness full of silence

And bitter loneliness

It slowly passed away

Its little heart broken of regret

 

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