Why are we such cowards,
afraid to admit our feelings,
or just to say what's on our minds.
Why do we keep hiding behind masks
thinking that we are protecting the future,
always ending up as our dream's butcher.
How are we not tired of telling lies,
running off in secret playing spies,
to end up finding that love is what everyone wants before they die.
Mutual feelings are real,
we shouldn't be afraid to admit our love,
it's better to be rejected than to run away,
after all life is in our sway.
I can't believe how frequently we ruin something beautiful,
just because of our fears,
just because of our selves,
only to end up blaming others.
26 year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. I also stream on Twitch @lehgou
Showing posts with label meaningless story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meaningless story. Show all posts
05 September, 2016
World based on lies is not what we enjoy
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
A,
Asocial,
Crush,
depression,
difference,
disappointed,
feelings,
friendship,
K,
lies,
Lonely mind,
love life,
masks,
meaningless story,
teen life
11 February, 2016
Emotionless and broken
As cold as the ice,
As deep as the ocean,
My emotions,
No longer in motion.
Love is gone ,
Hate is forgotten ,
Emotionless ,
I'm becoming rotten .
The day of love is near,
Allowing me to see clear,
Breathless,
I'm breaking down.
You never loved,
Nor did you care ,
Your words, lied,
As my hopes, died.
My will is now lost,
My life is tied into knots,
I'm standing lifeless and still,
There is nothing i can feel.
You live your life just to win,
I live it in order not to get defeated,
We are like plus and minus ,
I'm the clown you're the highness .
I'm left empty and broken,
With thoughts unclear and words unspoken ,
Emotionless again,
I will never be my former self.
I am nothing but a shadow,
I'm just a ghost,
You were the parasite ,
I was your host,
There are but a few emotions left in me ,
Those are the ones you cannot see ,
Emotions that i willingly hide,
Grasping time to make up my mind.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
broken,
depression,
destroyed life,
emotions,
former self,
meaningless story,
old self,
words unspoken
29 October, 2015
Haunted by the past
I cannot take this any longer. I am slowly losing my might. I cannot keep up with the present and I cannot see my future. I'm cursed with an eye which is capable of only seeing the past, an eye that sees no light, an eye that is holding me back. Slowly but surely I am losing my mind.
I feel like this life is a movie with the worst plot. A movie about a lonely guy trying to find where he is standing at, goddamn it, he cannot even look at his self, let alone face the world. A movie where the protagonist is a loser who doesn't know when to give up or shut up.
It's sad to say that I am the protagonist of a story with no meaning. The protagonist with eyes that are only seeing the past and present. People say that I'm still young, that there is so much to be explored and experienced, but what do they know? Do they even know what my story is?
They are just a bunch of judgmental pricks, thinking that they know everything... Huh, no wonder why I'm sick of this place. I cannot stand those backstabbing friends.
That is the main reason why I do not share my private life, I do not want to ruin the future I cannot see. Although I'm not sure what good is the life where you cannot leave the past, it's like being with one foot in the grave. A grave filled with unpleasant memories and untold stories.
Yet the other foot brings hope, it is fighting the pain from the events that no longer exist. It gives me a reason to live another day, to wake up and do something. The eye that sees the present sees much clearer, but I'm afraid that it won't be enough in the near future.
I feel like this life is a movie with the worst plot. A movie about a lonely guy trying to find where he is standing at, goddamn it, he cannot even look at his self, let alone face the world. A movie where the protagonist is a loser who doesn't know when to give up or shut up.
It's sad to say that I am the protagonist of a story with no meaning. The protagonist with eyes that are only seeing the past and present. People say that I'm still young, that there is so much to be explored and experienced, but what do they know? Do they even know what my story is?
They are just a bunch of judgmental pricks, thinking that they know everything... Huh, no wonder why I'm sick of this place. I cannot stand those backstabbing friends.
That is the main reason why I do not share my private life, I do not want to ruin the future I cannot see. Although I'm not sure what good is the life where you cannot leave the past, it's like being with one foot in the grave. A grave filled with unpleasant memories and untold stories.
Yet the other foot brings hope, it is fighting the pain from the events that no longer exist. It gives me a reason to live another day, to wake up and do something. The eye that sees the present sees much clearer, but I'm afraid that it won't be enough in the near future.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
bigotry,
events,
loneliness,
meaningless story,
memories,
no future,
pain,
past,
present
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