+Goodbye+Hyvästi+Goodbye+6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Eron hetki on se aika päivästä,
jolloin huomisen aurinko on kuivannut eilisen sateen pois,
jättämättä jälkiä kauniille kasvoillesi,
jotka puristuvat valkeaan valheeseen
sanoen hiljaa Näkemiin.
Vielä viimeinen kädenpuristus,
katoavat sormesi minun sormieni lomassa,
päätie vastakkaisiin suuntiin haarautuen,
kaukaisuuteen nimeltä Ei koskaan kadoten.
Siis hyvästi jää,
lapsuus ja eilinen pelkäänpä että sinäkin.
The moment of separation is that time of a day
when tomorrow's sun has swept yesterday's rain out
without leaving marks on your beautiful face,
on your comforting lips,
that tighten into a white lie
while speaking silently "Bye bye."
Just the last hand shake,
your soon-to-be-gone fingers next to mines,
the highway of ours cutting into two,
vanishing into the distant named <
Thousand Years of DarknessLike the whispers in the darkThousand Years of Darkness4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Blind your eyes in the light
There's nothing more to see
when all has burnt in idiocracy.
Head further into mayhem
Call forth the mistakes of a thousand years
Nothing more than animals
Like the whispers in the dark
If I can't see, I can still find
Where our destiny truly lies
And where my bones shall rise.
Or hide between the unknown
Disguised by mysteries of a thousand years
I need nothing to see you
Nor to erase all you ever knew.
Immortality in our grasp
Like the whispers in the dark
Calling over a thousand years
Only for you, to appear.
SickeningFeeding off of what others say of me,Sickening5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Feasting off of the compliments
And pushing aside the critiques and flames,
Building up my tower of Ego.
Many have said and continue to say
That I am sweet, loving, nice, and caring.
And to them all I can do is say nay,
For deep within I am rotten and disgusting.
Little do they know how I truly feel about myself,
Little do they know that I feed off their kind words,
Little do they know that I am starving for good towards me
And seem to hardly take notice of them afterwards.
Guilty. Disgusting. Putrid. Disloyal. Horrid. Cretin.
How dare I say I'm a woman of God.
This disgrace laid thick with rot and slime
Deep down within my innerds in place of my heart.
The nerve of me saying I'm a friend when really
I truly feel a foe, the most horrible foe,
The one people trust and come to
And secretely, ever so discretely, stab their backs.
Why...? Why do people utter such kind words to me?
I don't deserve them. I really don't.
This betrayal sickens me, sickens
For ithaswhatitisntyou can share my name, I'll give it to youFor ithaswhatitisnt3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
you can share my words if you feel them too
if when I write you feel your words came out
it gives me something else to write about -
but if when I cry your face gets wet and grey
this stupid poem will make you smile? hooray.
and the city never slept at allmy cityand the city never slept at all2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
never do you sleep—
bled like a cut
of open wound
with red yellow black blue
cars honking very loud
and all of my heart
beating to subway
asleeping to the sound
a sea of feet bleeding
for little home(on quiet
nights) with my fancy tea
and sad city life
far too pretty with how
to close those eyes
how to be a poetsmatter into the inner depthshow to be a poet2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
of your hopeless little mind for
the perfect words to fit in
then my friend
you will see what
poetry is made of
to think poetry may
be beautiful as the spring
sprouting with the loveliest
of reprimands and yellowed
they're more than the
kiss of lovely things
and the flick of fingers
on lonely keys
but the sound of the heart
ripping open quite brokenly
drunk off the very words
sinking by the trance
of such diction my friend
may you call yourself