Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission Contact | Participate
poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii
armana Poezii, Poezie deutsch Poezii, Poezie english Poezii, Poezie espanol Poezii, Poezie francais Poezii, Poezie italiano Poezii, Poezie japanese Poezii, Poezie portugues Poezii, Poezie romana Poezii, Poezie russkaia Poezii, Poezie

Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special

Poezii Rom�nesti - Romanian Poetry



Texts by the same author

Translations of this text

 Members comments

print e-mail
Views: 3274 .

What was it?
poetry [ ]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
by [ralu_michael ]

2009-06-06  |     | 

Still lonely

It was dark
And almost raining
I was going home – at last.

Down the street
His eyes were looking
Full of anger and of hit
I just so the shadow coming…
Felt a strong approach desire
For my heart, that was on fire.

Sky has fallen
Angels calling…
Demons fearless nearly gathered
I was trade apart with hanger.

Heavy weight has presses my chin
I’m away and I am afraid.
Heavy weather pressed my skin.
But I’m sure it wasn’t made.

I want home, I want in hell,
I want bless, but it’s in vain
Let me breath, just let me live.
You will die as well, in pain!

Where’s the sun, where is my brain?
Where are You, to save my soul?
Are You gone away, again?
Are You here or am I gone?

Is black dark, or is dark black?
I want white
I need a light
I have to cry
I wanna DIE!

What do you say?
Wasn’t it rape? Wasn’t it hate?
Weren’t there demons on my grave?

.  |

poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii
poezii Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. poezii
poezii  Search  Agonia.Net  

Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net

E-mail | Privacy and publication policy

Top Site-uri Cultura - Join the Cultural Topsites!