Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

I’m sad when it doesn’t rain

Posted: October 7, 2011 by yanenrogne in Litterature
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I’m sad when it doesn’t rain
Because when it rains
It rains only on me

The sunlight dries my feelings
Because I’m a contant downer
That never opens his windows

I cannot explain why
Everything’s so fine outside
But why worry when you’re lazy

Someday I’ll get the life right
But for now let me sleep
And wake me up if it’s raining

Sometimes it’s hard to realise
Everyone around you dies
Even if they seem to survive

Where has gone the common sense
Is it lost in the frightened crowd
Or is it hidden to people like me

Someday, I’ll get the life right
But for now let me sleep
And wake me up… only if it’s raining

Pleading to Rest

Posted: October 4, 2011 by desfel in Litterature
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Time, I ask of thee
Would you kindly
Stop ticking for a moment
Even if you’re feeling reluctant
Please, just for a while
Let me rest, so I can finally smile
Once again, a sincere one

Eternal Rest

Posted: October 3, 2011 by desfel in Litterature
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Ricordando il PassatoTo the day I’ll rest in peace
Buried by the pressure of the silence’s serenity
But, always pleading to obtain that agony, that well-being

To the night I’ll rest in peace
Leaving behind no memories
Forgotten by everyone that I’ve met

To the moment where I’ll rest in peace
I’ll forever find
The eternal rest that was so desired…

Recurring nightmares made me hate my bed
Before I knew it I was writing songs
Melodies to broken hearts
Memories to forsaken dreams

My hand, my pen, weapons of grace
Stabbing paper with rhymes
Why did I even bother
To make feel good who made me feel bad

So many unread lines
For eyes that cannot see light
I’m spitting out the worst of me
To make something good out of it

Even in the brightest dreams
The darkness overcame my soul
The cold spirit of the winter
The mask that I wear every day

I wrote something else last night
My mind wandered into the living matter
I’m just saying I’m not coming back
Here, where I belong… no more

So many unread lines
For eyes that cannot see light
I’m spitting out the worst of me
To make something good out of it

What happened to that man
Who wrote so many love songs
For people who did not care
Where has he been
Where is he gone
Now that’s too late to find heaven
We’ll just try to keep us out of hell