BlindGuardian's Poetry#1: Poems
BlindGuardian's Poetry#2: Limericks
POEMS
Behind the door
Should I cry for what is not mine?
It's a cruel way to know how can it harm
to know that I belong to another world
to know behind the door she's in his arms
Shouldn't I be glad for what she found?
A new life of dozy smiles and glaring ice
but she forgot this girl behind the door
a little girl who cannot realize.
I know this is a love I shouldn't feel
She only wants his songs of stone and steel
I wonder what exactly I'm waiting for.
Shall I rub out the smile that winter drew?
I'm just the little girl that never knew,
the one who waits for her behind the door.
Letter to my future child
How can I tell you all the things I feel?
It's even more than I know
more than I understand.
I'm feeding you
with my soul, my heart, my blood
and I wish I could give
even more.
But I am scared,
will I be strong enough?
will I be wise enough?
will I be careful enough
to take care of you?
And if I fail,
will you understand?
Will you know how much
I love you?
My heart is swollen
from all the love I feel,
I'm here,
waiting to see your face,
look into youre eyes
and show you
how much a mother can love.
Take your time to grow,
I'll be here waiting,
I'm not going anywhere...
Life within Life
A miracle unseen
like night before dawn
when stars are still bright
and no eye can see through the dark
that's life within life
Like flower and seed
a mighty and meaningful
promise of life
when hope is not dead but still gone
that's life within life
what no one can see
but everyone knows
like a song without words
and a silence to strong to be broken
that's life within life
A half of your soul
and a half of my heart
the life of a child
I'm carryin within my womb
that's life within life
An Advise
Do not raise and point your finger,
that's the easy way to go,
don't speed up, and do not linger,
there's so much for you to know!
There are many things you're missing.
Remember: the worlfd is wide,
truth may be shuting or hissing,
but it always lurks inside.
Who are you to say who's wrong?
What makes you better than me?
Are you brave, is your heart strong?
First open your eyes and see.
Have you seen the sinner sin?
Have you seen their desperate eyes?
Have you been under their skin?
Have you heard the liers' lies?
Hate is never the right way,
there's too much people to meet,
you never know if one day
you'll walk a mile in their feet.
Do not think before you feel,
your soul's stronger than your mind,
touch and taste, feel what is real,
do not leave senses behind.
Have you been through pain and sadness?
Have you seen the dying die?
Have you touched the edge of madness?
Have you seen the moaning cry?
So before you think you know
take a good look all around,
live your life, let yourself go,
put your feet back on the ground...
A desperate song
I can hear you... yes, I can see you
calling from my own insanity
torn apart when I was taken from you.
Now where are you, behind those walls...?
It's been long since the last time
your smile wasn't cold, your eyes were not blue,
your heart was still beating
is it beating now?
Now I hear the blood
under your skin, rushing to your dead heart
soldiers of blood, cities of blood
under your skin
under your pale skin.
And life goes on,
all white, all pale, all dead,
my world has died with you,
now you left me all alone
listening to you
to your old, dead songs,
I'm weary of living
the world was not meant to be
without someone like you.
Remember those times
when you used to drink my blood
and we were one, and only one,
and now we're torn in two,
I've been torn apart from you,
I've been torn apart by you.
I still hear the dead silence
calling you once and again
forever,
forever I will call your name,
forever...
Ode to [zoloftzantac]
I've been away for just too long:
I can't even recall your face,
My arms are empty of your embrace,
My lips are lost without a song.
I can't remember where I've been,
A place of desert-land and stone,
A place of empty flesh and bone,
A Nightmare-land it would have seemed!
Now I'm back- did I survive,
or still I'm there, and my mind flies,
I stare around with empty eyes,
the soul long dead, the mind alive.
But I do know it is all true:
The Nightmare-land is far behind,
For I have seen one of a kind:
I came alive when I saw you!
LIMERICKS
1. There once was in Elfpack a man
whose skin was uncommonly tan
but he got a report
and before he could snort
his face became toatally wan.
2. There once was in Elfpack a boy
who met a girl, and with joy,
saw she was so nice
with such beautiful eyes,
he thought she was Helen of Troy.
3. In Elfpack we are all the same
equality's the rule of the game,
so in case you are rude
or excessively lewd
you'll end up in my
Hall of Shame
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