InternetWe would talk face to face;
Not screen to screen.
But still you bring us together;
Joined are the nations across the seas.
We would read books,
Hear the voice of one
But still you are the bringer of free speech;
We hear the voices of many.
We have many faults,
You may be one.
But still and for now,
you are the people,
and the people you.
To DoI've a never ending list,
of things I should probably do.
The question is do I want to;
The answer probably not
The InnocentAll is not lost.
They can be saved.
Their hearts, so pure;
Their minds, so free.
No one will touch them;
They will learn for themselves.
Hidden YouYou hide behind your logic
We must read between those lines,
To define you is impossible
As you don't show.
You follow how you should be,
Not as you wish.
Your views are stolen
Taken from a higher source,
You are not your own,
You only think,
Your maturity grows sweet
From the childhood you never had,
You are beginning to unravel,
Your world, crashing
Falling off the frail truths you told,
You will one day learn
H is for the hell that you have have put me through.
A is for the apathy you gave me when I needed you.
T is for the wasted time, the years that were not so sweet.
E is for your existence, why did we ever meet?
Poor GirlPoor Girl
She is one who lives with fake smiles and cheer
And is the one with no one dear.
Although to all she wise beyond her years
It is herself she truely fears
With a horrid face she sees herself
And someone that all could live without
Useless, Ugly,Broken and Shamed
It is only she to be blamed
Poor girl will never see the truth
For she is still in her youth
She watches the world pass by
With blue empty eyes
Inside she rots from the inside out
Just waiting for the day when she will give out
Most others do not see through her mask
Fake friends find this to much of a task
Only to be used and thrown out
She will simply go without
Her ambitions trampled
Her happiness in shambles
To her mind she runs
to escape everyone
In her own world she is at peace
Until all her life functions cease.
Tren I -do zagubionej plytkiOch zUa płytko, czemuś mnie zostawiła,
Gdym Cię najbardziej życzyła, ma miła!
Odkąd przestałaś istnieć w mym skromnym życiu,
Zostawiając pustkę nie będącą w ukryciu,
Świat się mój zawalił i cóż mam teraz robić?
Skanów mych zacnych nie mogąc obrobić,
Umieram, nawet nie wiedząc, gdzie szukać...
Gdyby przyszło wszystkie kąty odpukać,
W domu rodzimym nie znajdę Cię zapewne,
Wtedy depresja mię dopadnie, to pewne.
Rozpacz mnie czarna ogarnia, gdy myślę o tym,
Że nie obrobię swej twórczości Fotoszopem,
Boleść nieznośna mną szasta, jak pomyślę,
Iż świat się nie dowie o nowym pomyśle.
A wszystko przez Ciebie, ma płytko zaginiona,
nie dająca się pilnować, zgrozo potępiona!
Czemuż tak nagle znikłaś z miejsc
Slave of felt hellShould I be slave of fortune?
Should I be slave of learning?
Should I be a zombie without brain!
I just know feeling and thinking bring only pain!
Life is hell!
But... as I want to be inteligente some day I must think and as I want to be a living thing I must feel...
Why? Just pain.
Let's make the best of it!
My Best FriendMy best friend lies on the green grass
He is enjoying his quick repast
As he smiles in his sleep, my heart glows
One of the leaves lands on the scar near his nose
His snout bunches up and he sneezes really loud
He looks at me with his pink eyes, so proud
And noble as any wolf should be
But, this beast smiles at me
He runs and leads into my arms
Promising to protect me from all harms
He slobbers my face with kisses
I am the only friend he misses
He is the best dog a king could ask for
He shall be my friend forever more
This noble dog/wolf named Blizzard