Grawl's Words

So recently I started to write poems - without a real reason, without a real source, but I must say I pretty much like it. But you know, I probably suck at it. However, let's get it started in here.

Superficial

Sitting in the train
endless streams of landscape passing by
just as the thoughts in my head
coming and going
but never there to stay.

Beautiful landscape, ugly landscape
good thought, bad thought
love, pain, anger, hate
coming and going
but never there to stay.

Sucked into oblivion
by this endless void
of emotions.
Coming and going,
but never there to stay.

Dark as night
bright as day
it doesn't matter to me, since they are
coming and going
but never there to stay.

Human Nature

What sometimes seems like a gift,
sometimes feels like a curse.
What sometimes feels like freedom,
sometimes feels like a cage.

Is the grass always greener on the other side?
Is being free a burden,
and being locked a gift?

Is it human nature,
to have what you like,
but not to like what you have?

It may...

It may be your eyes,
it may be your smile.
It may be your hair,
it may be your cry.

It may be your scent,
it may be your touch.
It may be your hugs,
it may be your love.

It may be your love,
and it might not be it.

And it may just be it,
but it might not be love.

All I know is;
I'm drowning in it.

How ya doing, buddy?

Silence

And as I turn off the TV,
I also kill the voices,
kill the light,
and darkness surrounds me.

And you might think,
that darkness equals being lonely.
But that's where you are wrong,
since this is where the fun starts.

Silence,
Silence,
Silence,
Silence,
Silence,
Thoughts.

Sonnet

Is this really me?
Shouting at words "Come on! Rhyme!
Don't be lazy! Working time!"
Wasting words, like a-b-c.

Water supply, turn a blind eye,
apropos, cheateaux,
dumb show, quid pro quo,
applie pie, Edward VI... kidney pie.

And now you all want a chute,
invented by some guy called de Lentini,
singing and playing on his flute.

But to me he is a meanie,
(and this may cause some bad repute)
and whoever writes a sonnet a weeny.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Thinking of You

Words,
flowing like the undertow,
streaming like a river,
endlessly,
but I'm not listening.

My mind is here,
but my mind is not.
Just thinking of you,
that's all I can do.

Thoughts,
flowing like the undertow,
streaming like a river,
endlessly,
but I'm not thinking.

My mind is here,
but my mind is not.
Just thinking of you,
that's all I can do.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Fine

I still miss you,
but don't regret the things I did.
And you don't care what you did to me,
so things are fine.

Did I say fine?
I didn't lie.
I'm falling apart,
devestated,
destroyed,
heartbroken.
I'm feeling great,
I'm fine.

Do you think this poem is about you?
It's about a different girl -
you don't know her.
Don't worry, things are fine.

Dreams of death haunt my head
and the knife looks appealing.
Why shouldn't I do it?
Everything's perfect,
it's all fine.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Watashi Ano Kori Ni Modoritai

Happiness!!
That's what Kaela Kimura told me.
Happiness!!
As if.

As if,
such a thing would happen.
Unforseen circumstances,
happiness??

No one saw this coming,
no one wished for this,
but still it happened.
Happiness...

I was speaking idiomatically.

Trudy

When I first looked at you,
my eyes focused on your eyes,
beautiful ocean.
And that ocean,
made me sink into thoughts,
deeper and deeper,
just like an ocean.

But not quite.
I was able to breath,
enjoy life.
Sinking, yet alive,
into your eyes.

If it'd stop there,
it'd be fine.
Just those eyes...
then it'd be fine.

But you got so much to offer.
A smile, a joke, an opinion,
an argument, compassion, and trust.
But most of all,
the touch.

But I will never commit that sin.

So -- goodbye.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Originally Posted by neus

and in the third you are playing Oblivion ~_~

Are you aware that oblivion is a normal word, and not just a game?

ob‧liv‧i‧on  /əˈblɪviən/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[uh-bliv-ee-uhn] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. the state of being completely forgotten or unknown: a former movie star now in oblivion.
2. the state of forgetting or of being oblivious: the oblivion of sleep.
3. official disregard or overlooking of offenses; pardon; amnesty.

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