Monday, July 30, 2012

Wake up, Dorian...

I started out with just one task
To have some fun, to be the best
I ended up behind a mask
Emotionless, nevertheless

Got to a point where I would choose
To play a game in which I'd loose
Blinded by passion, by
I missed the road... I didn't see

And I went on a mad man's path
Not caring where this thing would lead
Went forward blinded, like a bat
Driven by my own shallow greed

And when I had got to that door
I knew that I'd been there before
My broken heart still on the floor
Was by now ashes, nothing more

A broken mirror on the wall
Was showing me what I'd become
He looked so empty and so cold
An evil smile, as if he'd won

So horrified, I backed away
And ran towards that tumbling door
That's when I'd finally awake
It was a dream
I'm on the floor

And it's so cold...

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

To begin with...

It only took one smile
For my heart to get started
Admit, it's been a while
But finally, I felt it

I see her eyes of crystal
And just can't look away
From restless I turn peaceful
I'm found, I was astray

You know like... when an image
Is worth a thousand words
Well, with this girl just one glance
And you don't need no words

No matter if it's raining
Or fire in the sky
The world around be burning
It's all just passing by

It may just be a fling
Maybe nothing will happen
Maybe it's gonna sting
And I will never have her

But just the thought that's she's here
Around me every day
Is enough to make me feel
It will all go my way

So let's just play

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Poem in the shower

It is morning, so early, awake
The city just woke up in chaos
At this time, their smiles are all fake
But later, we shall be victorious

Awake, so early, it is morning
The scent of life in the air
The city is busy, we're swarming
To jobs, to the office, to nowhere

Awake, it is morning, so early
We try to make best of our daylight
We wait patiently, in a hurry
Thinking of what won't, what might...

So early, awake, it is morning
My words make no sense at this hour
So, don't try to get what I'm writing
A poem written in the shower

*This poem marks the beginning of a new life for me, and an entirely new chapter, a point in life that I've waited so long to get to... and I'm here :)... Carmen, as ever, decided to join me in my journey with a tranlation to this poem:P :  Poem sub duş