When i drown in wonder,
My thoughts lose their tracks,
My mind suffers a chemical romance,
I surrender myself to oblivion,
Across the clutches of time,
Where i find solace in the emptiness
Living pessimism with finesse.
Livid memories open up wounds,
With the guilty, none other than me,
I fall into pieces, speckles of dust
That just sway away as the clock ticks
While happiness now seems an eternity away.
My soul is over-saturated with grief,
I look over the rainbow, where,
Blue birds of freedom fly,
If they can, why cant I?
My soul asks me, unaware that meeting
Life after Death is not an easy road,
Though it maybe a breath away, Still nothing is as it seems to be.
Floods of heart-strickening pain Penetrates myself,
As the winters, cold,
Leave me nothing to uphold,
Just a dead piece of flesh and thoughts,
Scarred and charred by Life,
I find solace in ashes,
ashes that,
Hold the hands of wind and travel far away,
To reach where I want to be,
To that loneliness that,
I want to be.
I am not meant to be,
This isn’t my world,
this isn’t where I belong,
My existence lis like the leaves of grass,
I forget my credibility in this contemplation,
For all seems so deceptive,
That my destiny seems to be
Embraced with annihilation,
That now i fool myself with it,
Just to be pushed hard with the truth,
Which i still don’t comprehend,
And i hope life isnt a joke,
Because i don’t get it.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Mountain Tomb by William Butler Yeats
- O Blush Not So! poem – John Keats poems
- The Wedding Night by Mukeshkumar Raval
- The Evenèn Star O’ Zummer by William Barnes
- Николай Языков – Подражание псалму
- Being Underwater by Sahiti Siddharth
- Unrequited Pathological
- Владимир Набоков – В полнолунье, в гостиной пыльной и пышной
- Lover’s Gifts XIX: It Is Written in the Book by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Владимир Маяковский – Декрет о натуральном налоге на хлеб, картофель и масличные семена
- Helen all Alone by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует 5-й год советской власти, утвердившейся в октябре! (Главполитпросвет №397)
- Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Ольга Высотская – Звёздочки
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).