Hi Naima
I just wanted to thank you for your post on the death diary and let you know I'm still reading your poems. Keep up the good work!
Peace
Endy
ps - stay safe and well, okay?
Hello!
I'm good, safe, and very very well!!!
thanks a ton for your encouragement and concern!
...peace, as it is!
you hang in there....
Naima
Behind Your Innocent Eyes
I can barely define my incapability
Barely define what caused you to bleed
All these weapons seem unreal
Your wounds are too artificial
They can never heal
If they have uncovered your disguise
They will never know
Where your soul hides
Behind your innocent eyes!
Keeping awake all night
Won't make then go away
Shutting your eyes at sunrise
Won't take you through the day
Loose all your senses
But the feelings won't ever erase
The million bottles of anti-depressants
Wont ever make the pain real
Just peel the wounds off
Let the blood drain
Drain drain
Drain away
Dry off
with sands of silence
Then swiftly blow you_ Sway
Like a memory
(maybe there is such a thing as Fate...)
About to Die
You are so preoccupied
Creating harmony
Between pieces of shattered glass
And the remnants of torn souls
Unsure_ along your way
Unaware of your powers
You are so mobile
Never examining your defenses
Till they tamper your weak tenses
Look at the colors at your feet
You are shedding
about to die
WILL SOMEBODY TELL ME HOW EASY IT IS TO GIVE UP?????????[/size]
sorry about that Endy
that was just an impulsive emotion....
the full moon unleashes the w-wolves :wink:
By every passing second
The night gets longer
Each new dream
And the falsehood of hopes gets stronger
In the garden of corpses breathing
This calming breeze is cutting
I see freedom seething
Ashes of caged birds fluttering
There is a lie hidden deep in this ignorance
There are sacred tears
Unrevealed to cover a hideous secret
Did you know, for instance
That the blind can also vision?
By every passing second
The night gets longer
Longer
longer
Each new dream
And the falsehood of hopes gets stronger
Stronger
stronger
A Hidden Farce
Understand
Every walk in the moonlit street
Withers the body
Every stroll in the nights gentle wind
Decays the soul
Every dawning is a new call
Some more mistakes, some more hate
Understand
That even if I want to
I will not stop myself
These vain attempts of self mockery
The only apprehension of hope
They can not end
I continue to cross out days as they pass
Continue to deny my past
Understand
That this farce is beyond my knowing
Blank Tombstones, Random Cemeteries
Those ghostly stares answer for your silent acceptance
Toss that! Then there's a guilt, that isn't yours
Hatred flares in the chasm of you universe
But your outlook, blank- from inheritance
Choiceless---
Yet cascaded between right and wrong
You drag on, with an untitled pride
Disregarded feelings, unarmed battles
Floating in a world of seduction and fabrications
Fabrications and seduction
Bravery, courage- have no meaning
Sacrifice, tolerance- has no worth
And you secretly press on
To end with dignity
Under a blank tombstone
In a random cemetery
yes!
That's great work, Naima - really, it's really good - I'd say it's outstanding
- I was taken with the title and the way it comes into play at the end
well done!
ps - and thanks - i've never thought much about how important the title of a poem is..
thank you Endy
you made my day...okay the night!!! maybe I'll sleep well....
