Dareth
The Sad Clown
Well given that English isn't my maternal language...
Let's see how I handle it!
I'll start with a really depressing one, but it's one of the first drafts that actually got me into writing more poetry.
Illness
There is a huge ballon on my head,
weights me down, makes me feel dead,
it's full of filth, that I can sense,
please let me perish, the pain's immense,
There is a hole in my heart that I cannot fill,
seems like you've driven too far, aimed for the kill,
it's swarming with insects and memories,
pouring out sad songs and depressing melodies,
There is a slice across my whole neck,
can you please fix it? Can we go back?
To the time when we actually mattered to each other,
seems so far now, perhaps you shouldn't even bother,
There is a blue bird trapped in my chest,
clawing its way out, unraveling my flesh,
blue bird, throw away the meat away like the rest,
let the demons take me away from this mess-
There is a hope lifting my dreams up,
can we acknowledge it? No, fill up my cup,
with poison, alcohol and hemlocks,
maybe I'll destroy these damn deadlocks,
There is a mind inside my skull,
I've been giving it my all,
as horrors watched in awe,
seems like you've been ignoring my call,
There is blood in every word I spit,
I'm gurgling and screaming as you see fit,
I know you like blood, all over your hands,
I've been saving for these days ends.
fin.
The Deserter
I'm the single one, yours truly,
the sight of war has filled me fully,
with grief, anger and fierce fear,
in a middle of the night I'm packing my gear.
Here in a middle of the desert I make my way,
as the sun scorches my skin, I fervently pray,
please, dear sun, let me live to see another day,
I promised her what I'll see her on the first of May.
Here in a middle of the desert I try to sleep,
as the moon makes me shiver, fears run deep,
blinding me from that cold is only my dream,
it's the vision of you and me, that I keep.
I don't know how many suns and moons have graced me,
I just know I'm too weak to keep on moving,
I curse my body for rejecting living,
to hear your voice I'll beat it, I'm believing.
The sandy sea is eating me alive,
forcing me to put my will aside,
as everything fades to the black,
no, I'll go on, take my life back,
The oasis in the far dune is mocking me,
the only one I can think about are you, V,
as I'm crawling through these sandy waves,
maybe it'll be better for you, to part our ways.
For I am a deserter, crawling through sand,
weaker than a tired old man, using my hand,
to swim through this sandy sea, now on daily basis,
for you, ma chérie, I'll reach that oasis.
fin.
I've got so much more, but I feel like readers are going to suffer enough as it is
Let's see how I handle it!
I'll start with a really depressing one, but it's one of the first drafts that actually got me into writing more poetry.
Illness
There is a huge ballon on my head,
weights me down, makes me feel dead,
it's full of filth, that I can sense,
please let me perish, the pain's immense,
There is a hole in my heart that I cannot fill,
seems like you've driven too far, aimed for the kill,
it's swarming with insects and memories,
pouring out sad songs and depressing melodies,
There is a slice across my whole neck,
can you please fix it? Can we go back?
To the time when we actually mattered to each other,
seems so far now, perhaps you shouldn't even bother,
There is a blue bird trapped in my chest,
clawing its way out, unraveling my flesh,
blue bird, throw away the meat away like the rest,
let the demons take me away from this mess-
There is a hope lifting my dreams up,
can we acknowledge it? No, fill up my cup,
with poison, alcohol and hemlocks,
maybe I'll destroy these damn deadlocks,
There is a mind inside my skull,
I've been giving it my all,
as horrors watched in awe,
seems like you've been ignoring my call,
There is blood in every word I spit,
I'm gurgling and screaming as you see fit,
I know you like blood, all over your hands,
I've been saving for these days ends.
fin.
The Deserter
I'm the single one, yours truly,
the sight of war has filled me fully,
with grief, anger and fierce fear,
in a middle of the night I'm packing my gear.
Here in a middle of the desert I make my way,
as the sun scorches my skin, I fervently pray,
please, dear sun, let me live to see another day,
I promised her what I'll see her on the first of May.
Here in a middle of the desert I try to sleep,
as the moon makes me shiver, fears run deep,
blinding me from that cold is only my dream,
it's the vision of you and me, that I keep.
I don't know how many suns and moons have graced me,
I just know I'm too weak to keep on moving,
I curse my body for rejecting living,
to hear your voice I'll beat it, I'm believing.
The sandy sea is eating me alive,
forcing me to put my will aside,
as everything fades to the black,
no, I'll go on, take my life back,
The oasis in the far dune is mocking me,
the only one I can think about are you, V,
as I'm crawling through these sandy waves,
maybe it'll be better for you, to part our ways.
For I am a deserter, crawling through sand,
weaker than a tired old man, using my hand,
to swim through this sandy sea, now on daily basis,
for you, ma chérie, I'll reach that oasis.
fin.
I've got so much more, but I feel like readers are going to suffer enough as it is
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