Wir werden geboren und wir sterben,
Wir leben es,
Wir schenken es,
Denn wir lieben das Leben.
Der letzte Tag des Lebens naht,
Der letzte Atemzug,
Die Gedanken die als erstes kamen,
Wir erinnern uns gerne.
Die Augen schließen langsam,
Die Seele verlässt unseren Körper,
Wir folgen dem Licht,
Der letzte Gedanke an das Leben.
Trzy kobiety w moim życiu,
Trzy rożne odcinki jego,
Trzy rożne drogi, którymi podążam,
Trzy drogi, które łącza sie w jedna.
Trzy doświadczenia, nie zawsze takie same,
Trzy rożne spojżenia na nie,
Trzy odpowiedzi na jedno pytanie,
Trzy rożne pytania, ale wszystkie takie same.
Trzy kobiety w moim życiu,
Trzy serca bicia,
Trzy mysli, trzy uczucia,
Trzy kobiety, które kocham!
Chcę nacisnąć restart,
Zacząć, wszystko od nowa!
Nie chcę życ jak dawniej,
Chcę, to życie kosztować!
Problemy, które zniszczyły,
Zawody, które serce zamknęły,
Schizy, które po głowie krążyły,
Życie, wnet do smierci doprowadziły!
Teraz, nadzieją żyje,
Teraz, już się nie boje,
Teraz, moje życie od zera zaczynam,
Teraz, na nowej drodze stoje!
Zima, niebo płatkami śniegu prószy,
Stojąc na dworze, odczuwam pustkę w duszy.
Zimno szczypie i spowalnia krążenie,
Księżyc rzuca na ziemie swe ostatnie promienie.
Nie ma Ciebie przy mnie, odszedłeś po prostu,
Spogłądając w niebo, czekam w tym mroku.
Wokół coraz zimniej, cisza uderza w serce,
Padając na ziemie, proszę o przebaczenie.
Leżąc na ziemi, zimno spowalnia oddech,
Tuląc sie w sniegu puch, nie zapominam o Tobie.
Powoli zasypiam i zamykam oczy,
Przepraszam za wszystko, przepraszam ... odchodzę!
.The last shine of light. by BlackRoseMew, literature
Literature
.The last shine of light.
I'm sinking. Nightmares drive me down. Reality is pushing me jealously.
I'm searching with an unexpressive face and soul, a light, The Light. Despared, I'm wandering into a dark path with rose bushes on the right and left. The place, disturbing.
But then..I saw it! My light, the shine, the one which kept me alive, in this cold soulless world.
It's although small and weak. It flickers more and more each passing moment as if it's making fun of me.
It gave me fake hopes, and now as I am looking at it clearly, it leaves me, fades away..
I'm trying to reach it, but invisible shadows hold me back. I stretched my hand to grab the bush of roses, bu
Confession: The Other Lover by tanikel, literature
Literature
Confession: The Other Lover
My heart is racing, my hands are shaking.
Forgive me for this letter, love.
My heart is breaking.
This affair has been heavy on my heart.
You deserve this confession,
It's tearing me apart.
It's not you, it's me.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Lover, I hope you understand my plea.
We met some time ago
And I fell so damned hard.
I just...I felt that you should know.
She's the drug in my veins,
I can't get enough, I'm mad with desire;
It's time to break these chains.
I came home last night,
but I never really left her place.
Please lover, understand my plight.
The pull has become impossible to resist -
I have to go back, I NEE
You're lying on your bed late at night, in your room without lights..
Your eyes are looking somewhere in the black dark, not focusing anywhere...
Trying to remember the title of the song you were listening to earlier..
The clock is ticking, every second that passes by. It is so peaceful. Everything can be heard.
Now you're hearing the voice inside of your head so intense, clear as crystal..
RELEASE ME! The song title was Release me! What could be the story behind the song, you wondered..
A smile appeared. Your eyes are still looking on the black walls, where the trip begins, you're thinking, connecting situations, becoming abstracted.. hundr
I never thought the day would come
when thunder struck me down.
The raven cackled as he circled above
unaffected, brutally blissful.
He was waiting for the opportune moment to pluck out my eyes,
and shred my skin beneath his beak.
He wasn’t waiting for me to succumb to the state of a corpse;
He wanted to eat me alive.
My eyes were trained to the skies
as his oily black feathers rustled with the wind.
A storm was coming-
Dark, static and deep.
The thunder was animate and strong.
My brittle spine felt the monster in the cloud
as it cracked against the grassy field.
Looking up, I could see the darkness
and the red eyes that burned in
Past midnight.
The girl was lying ragged on her bed. Insomnia.
She scratched the mattress while thinking intensely.
For a while as her eyes were staring at the ceiling, pictures of her life appeared in front of her eyes. She didn't want to remember anything, but the details were so intense, which wouldn't allow her to forget. Colors, smells, voices .. everything so real.
She closed her eyes, weeping .. looking for tranquility, the absolute vacuum.
Her weakness was holding her back, she felt trapped. As if she was tied by invisible chords, which choke her. Pulled her in the dark.
Every single night the same dream.. She escapes, finds herself