Medley

Another one I had written years back. After Perdition's review for my previous poem, I thought I'd edit this one first before posting. It's always translated in english of course. :)

You look at her and wonder.

Trying to understand what you're doing there.

You're so far away, but still, you want her next to you.

You fall in love with what your heart deserves.

You make up the person of your dreams.

Just the start.

 

You waste yourself, planting hopes in your heart.

Those hopes, an ivy.

Thick, firm, horrible.

It grows on your heart,

it chokes it.

Darkness inside you. Your heart becomes a plant.

Plants  rot away  in Autumn.

 

The seasons change for you.

The world changes for you.

The universe changes for you.

You change for everything.

She changes you for everything.

 

Good or bad, it's of no importance.

No worth. Only her.

Your death.

Your outlet.

Your escape.

And her again.

Your start, your end,

the wind in your hair,

the cold in your hands.

 

You hurt, but you hide it.

You hurt, cause seasons

count time elseway for you.

 

Seasons come and go by

days,

hours,

minutes,

seconds.

 

Worse immorality.

Abandon life to die in words and paper.

Worse failure. ink ends. No more paper.

You die alone.

 

You originate alone.

Live alone.

Fall in love alone.

Live your love alone.

You want to give it, share it.

And that's when you understand that

you 're deeply into Autumn.

You're rotten.

 

You like Autumn.

You prefer Winter.

December.

Christmas.

Your snowy homestead.

 

A breath of freedom.

You choose which season

you want to live the happiest moments

of a short, futile, obscure life.

Yours.

 

Futile and obscure yourself.

A word in paper.

The world in paper.

Someone crumples it.

 

And you look at her and wonder.

Can you be so wrong?

People don't deserve your feelings.

Noone's feelings.

 

You try to heal the ivy

by dazzling your heart with lies...

...poison.

 

No, you can't feel anymore.

You can't touch.

You can't listen.

You don't know what's worth fighting

and losing for.

Dieing  for.

Rotting, burning in hell for.

 

You choke your wrath

in words and papers.

Wrath for whom?

Death for whom?

 

Yet, you don't know anymore.

You know nothing.

Nothing.

A blank paper.

 

In the black, haunted heart of Autumn.

Go die... you might live.

You cough, but it doesn't sound like coughing.

Go die... you might live, you cough again.

 

A scared, wild animal your anger,

pops out of every pore of yours,

and you scream, trying to take it out.

 

You don't want to go on.

There's no interest.

Not for you.

You 've got nothing to wait for.

No goals, no aims.

Your dreams used to live some years ago.

You murdered them, you know it.

 

Murderer.

Crying, screaming, bleeding dreams in pain.

They're begging you to let them live.

Now you want to murder yourself.

 

Your revenge,

success.

You think you 've accomplished it?

Your revenge,

their death.

You think you can do it?

Your revenge,

your death.

 

Your rotten reality possesses you.

You don't want to know anymore...

not for people.

 

The page tears appart in

a thousand pieces of paper.

Only the one with your name on it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I'm thinking it's more like an outbreak, rather than a poem.
:-[

Reviews

[Michelle Tarnowski]

That is like looking at myself during my 20 years of marriage. Horrific. Your message is well conveyed.
One unrelated question, is your name Greek?

I still really like it. Its deep and powerful, brooding, melancholy. I dig it.

[Kristen]

wow, this is REALLY beautiful. It's like uhhmazinggg [:

[Liam]

Its really gorgeous in english but you should post it spelled out phonetically pretranslation it must sound so musical. by the way what is the language it was originally written in?

[Nicole Leigh]

I feel great pain when I read this.. you convey that beautifully. It reads like a melodic short story, I like it.

[Stephen Spriggs]

I really like this one. I have felt that I have been able to relate to those same feelings. Great work!