that was beautiful Collacteral
extremely touching

Mirror, Mirror show my life
was it all wrought with strife
empty and hollow, lost within
hidden in reflection is where I've been
the me you see does not exist
for i have been lost in this
i can't move on but can not stay
i fear i am lost either way
the mirror is broken and i am set free
there was never a choice for me
in a new mirror i see my face
and wonder who is still lost in that place

My Monster #11: It Is The Sun (In Your Eyes)

It is the Sun in Your eyes which shreads my shades.
It is the Sun in Your laughter which chases away the storm in my mind, in my depths.
It is the Sun in Your eyes.
Beyond all boundaries of fear You made me feel loved, My Monster.
Hand in hand we crossed the horizon of unknown, the horizon of mists.
Stars have fallen, wrathfully we survived our passage through maelstrom of awe.
Venus opened her gates and we entered her Paradise.
The sombriety which had once enchambered my heart ceased to be.
Because of the Sun in Your eyes that has enbreathen a ray of life into my soul.
It is the Sun in Your eyes which gives me reliance.
It is the Sun. In Your eyes.
Integer Vitae Scelerisque Purus, My Monster.

I was thinking about Erzsébet Báthory when I wrote this one. It is weak.

the wind expresses the magical circle that is
drawn in the mist. in spiral endeavour succumbs
the Countess, austere. swifting between lucidity
and dementia there it comes the reminiscent addiction.
sweeten the poison of curiosity within the most
visceral of castles...

My Monster #6: 4:00 A.M

Debris on my path. I smile. I lie. I fake.
I break.
Trapped in a spinning coil. Do I hear you sing, My Monster?
Leaves falling of autumn trees. The ice sculpture of suffering angel is melting.
Roses perish, scorched from the Sun. Oceans swirl into Poseidon's arms.
Obscurity. Atrocity. Paranoia. Whispering silence.
From distant landscaped I hear a song... A suffocated song of your monstrosity.
Your words transfix me like spears, your deep voice parasites my brains.
A crow watches me carefully with his black eyes. Morning mists ensrhoud me as I lay alone in the wasteland.
4:00 A.M. My eyes still cannot get any rest. For I await You, my lover - My Monster.
I await you drained. Bruised. Battered. Broken. Lonely. Trapped. Entangled. Alone. Torn. Burnt .... Alive!
4:00 A.M.

Whishes [part 2]: I Miss You

The shivering lake and the kitty purr.
Hello yellow world.
Promise to me
And tell me secrets about
The October and the morning sunshine.

Oh my love
Where are you hiding these words?
Words of leafage and glory.
I miss you?
I miss you.

Those insects in wilderness.
Islands between the sky and the cosmos.
Imagination is over the unknown.
How can I ask or say
When these wings are grimly wobbling.

Yes, different we are.
Yes, drifting apart we are.
For you I want to know
How can it all be o so beautiful?
Elements of the green grass field
Are like the footsteps in the air.
Left behind. Walked away.
Miles and miles and miles away.

Million real butterfly flies.
Oh promise to me, my love.
You'll never leave me?
And I actually will miss your secrets.
I miss you.

I miss you.

23rd July 2006th
/MHK

Written by Guest on 14.08.2006 at 15:43

Whishes [part 2]: I Miss You

The shivering lake and the kitty purr.
Hello yellow world.
Promise to me
And tell me secrets about
The October and the morning sunshine.

Oh my love
Where are you hiding these words?
Words of leafage and glory.
I miss you?
I miss you.

Those insects in wilderness.
Islands between the sky and the cosmos.
Imagination is over the unknown.
How can I ask or say
When these wings are grimly wobbling.

Yes, different we are.
Yes, drifting apart we are.
For you I want to know
How can it all be o so beautiful?
Elements of the green grass field
Are like the footsteps in the air.
Left behind. Walked away.
Miles and miles and miles away.

Million real butterfly flies.
Oh promise to me, my love.
You'll never leave me?
And I actually will miss your secrets.
I miss you.

I miss you.

23rd July 2006th
/MHK

it's beautiful, collacteral. I like it so much , it would be a great lyric for a sad ballad. Have you ever thinked of writing songs with your poems for the lyrics?

Nyx... In your poem I saw computation and escapeing. And in the
end everything went well. Short, but resumptive. Well done!.

PhoeNNix...My Monster #11: It Is The Sun (In Your Eyes)
This is o' so beautiful. Suits exactly into my mood right now.
The most I loved the first tree lines:
"It is the Sun in Your eyes which shreads my shades.
It is the Sun in Your laughter which chases away the storm in my mind, in my depths.
It is the Sun in Your eyes."
The topic of this poem is really good and after all.
Love can be beautiful. And you've brought it out
just well. Good job!.

BloodTears.. I might say that this is not weak.
But it is a bit complicated for me. But don't worry, it is
just my opinion, right?. (:

PhoeNNix...My Monster #6: 4:00 A.M
I don't know why, but this one reminds me couple of vampire
movies. The Queen of the Damned as one of them.
Opression. Pain. Sorrow. This is what I sense from here.
And "My Monster" sounds well there. Even though when "monster"
as a word is some how ugly, rough, then in here it sounds
beautiful. It was really good reading and I actually enjoyed it.
I must thank thee!.

Usually my poems in english, also in estonian can be taken as a lyrics. I write as like that.

Love of the red wilderness

Sometimes it disappears
Into one eye
And out from another
If you want to see
Under the crimson streetlamps
Or it just slips out from your ears
When you have a need to hear
Carelessly and messily
Or when you wish to feel
You stay numb
Cause your heart have bleed bloodless

This is the silence
This is the waste
The love of the red wilderness

And the world still continues its journey
Without me
Without me?

/MHK
17.august.2006

@Collacteral: you seem to understand just what I was trying to say with my poems It is true, ''My Monster'' is a very specific symbol and I tend to make it sound beauteous, even though monster is usually something ugly and beast-like and to emphasise the bliss he brings me though the surroundings are horrid, whether as psycholigical state or natural world.

And well, here is one more... I started to work on a chapter of My Monster that will definately be the longist, consisting of 13 parts and this is a part of what I have written so far.

My Monster #Eternity : ... Of Phoenix and Monster

... Living monster of hideous conformation, which very rapidly made its way from the summit to the bottom, disappearing finally in the dense forest below. As this creature first came in sight, I doubted my own sanity-or at least the evidence of my own eyes; and many minutes passed before I succeeded in convincing myself that I was neither mad nor in a dream.

/Edgar Allan Poe - Sphinx/

The fable tells that he dwells in Arabia, and that every hundred years, he burns himself to death in his nest; But each time a new Phoenix, the only one in the world,...
/Hans Christian Andersen - The Phoenix Bird/

Part I: Perludium - My Solitude
Rain. Pitter-patter on the roof. Gods weep upon.
A swirling storm is nearing, oceans are enraged I feel. The white tree under my castle smothers and hauting presence beside I sense. The tale of beautiful princess and her saviour once felt so real, yet now it has become delusional.
As if dreams fell out of my once bare skies and shattered as they hit the cold, cruel ground. And as if my most sincere tear survived the passage from my lost eyes and married the ground it fell onto. And gave birth to a flower... A rose which will blossom until enternity itself reaches the end.

Part II: Tale of The Heartless One and A Wish That Remains Forever
With blood-shut eyes and crimson tears I dared to say goodbye. Forever.
I had known he was The Heartless; he never loved me, he never did.
I have always known he is The Heartless, he never cared for me, he never did.
I know he is The Heartless, he never looked at me as he feels for me, craves for me, he never did.

Left me shattered and barely alive in the debris of my glass-sharped tears
After all the fears I have felt though years we were togther; once as one, now alone.
And I ate my soul one of those days.

And you were the only one who knew, My Monster.
And you were the only one who took me into his arms, and I felt your breath as summer breeze would caress my skin;
The scent of blooming trees. the taste of your lips.
I believed we survived the passage of Thanatos and remained alive, so alive my love, as we subsided into the abyss of insanity.
Look honestly into me and promise me you will stay with me forever, that is all I wish.
You will never leave me deadlocked in your heart, never leave me wihtout Hope.
And never let me freeze and sink into the depths of my horrid ocean again.
Promise me, My Monster, for that is all I need, all I wish.

Wi(n)dow

Why are you try to see love into me
You know it makes me searching my soul
And my cold whispers are like song for something new
Because when you say ''love'' I try to kill you

Please dont love me
Please dont lock inside in me true my wi(n)dow
Please dont hate me
Please be my wi(n)dow after this night

Why are you try find hapynes inside in me
I wont smile like flowwers before death
You know I can only hold you how black clouds hold rain
And after it red flowers smile like insane

Please turn of lighs in my wi(nd)dow
Please let me lock at you my wi(n)dow
Please stop my heartbeats in my wi(n)dow
Please cry for me my wi(n)dow!



Well its I think its not good poem, i hawnt wrote nothing some 3 weeks, just try do it now and Im tired and, and I think this si sucky poem, and its not finished and mayeb I shood delite it from this tread, because I dont want it here if it sux.

Sphere

Let's see
if people can form
a boundery with souls
a simple connection
the healing circle

Shouldn't they also
been able to grasp
the purpose of
the grand idea?

not just endlessly
floating in thin air
a great bubble
on solid clouds

investigate further
reach the inner depth
but always with
a lantern as guidance

Why can't we do so?
find a pathern
a logical state
a way to communicate...

Rain

You know, our sins wont be washed
Only hopes for understanding can imprest
And quastens why?
Where I go, to ground or sky
But our sins wont be washed by this rain

New child by one life
Only he can smile in this shame
Hi smiles?
He dont know he will die after some miles(not literaly, think deeper and use your brains, its nothing aboud death)
But only child can smile in this rain

Living, thats what we think we are doing
But this is only swinging mascarade
Reasons?
Hope for better (g)one
But live can drown in this rain

Love can sing and play
For those who are closed
Its real?
Painted eyes wont see it
''Real'' love cant exist in this rain





River Grave

Its spining around and wild watching
Fears lafing, because you're unknown
Traes smoking, and you will linger
Fingers are jumping, you holding trigger
Emtines and cover you whit cristal blancek
And other you are going...

Probobly you will stay in river grave

The highway is colored in red
My optical pavements and the wind
Turning into blue
And the streetlamps grow
Trough summers last night
Trees will take an oath
And the leaves are my reincarnation
It is the time for the autumn
Soon the winter will start
After the fadeing and the breakdown
And the heart of mine will fall silent
And in me there are three parts..
The Spring inside Neverland
The Summer behind the Autumn
And the Autumn - eating my eyes drain
I will never take away this mask
Mask of forgiveness and profoundness
A truth lies behind it
And the pupation of the collapse
And the white noise inside me
And the awakening of the waiting
We will never hear each others calls
'Cause all beauty must die
When you touch me
And the shadows on the car ceiling
When you have learned every note of my soul
And the lights on the highway
When your life have just begun
And still all I can find
Are the highway and no lights on the road?


MHK
September. 2006

It's really odd..Fantasmique,Raging Dreamer,Frostling..all the good old poets..none of them are posting much..wonder what's happend=S

Written by Guest on 04.09.2006 at 22:08

It's really odd..Fantasmique,Raging Dreamer,Frostling..all the good old poets..none of them are posting much..wonder what's happend=S

we are all out of inspiration and emotionl amty thts why, but if you want read poem about MA please but its full of anger and

And well not all poems are for public and not all poets are active here, realy dunno why?

Written by Guest on 04.09.2006 at 22:08

It's really odd..Fantasmique,Raging Dreamer,Frostling..all the good old poets..none of them are posting much..wonder what's happend=S

The reasons can be plenty, but remember that those people used to comment often, and to see so many uncommented poems kind of take away the motivation to post....without feedback this thread became a little duller then it used to be...

Written by Torelli on 04.09.2006 at 22:49

Written by Guest on 04.09.2006 at 22:08

It's really odd..Fantasmique,Raging Dreamer,Frostling..all the good old poets..none of them are posting much..wonder what's happend=S

The reasons can be plenty, but remember that those people used to comment often, and to see so many uncommented poems kind of take away the motivation to post....without feedback this thread became a little duller then it used to be...

I gree so many uncoment poems, dunno why, mabe because summer, or Im not that who can coment, but people who post here I think thay read them

so here i am again. commenting. but here they are.

@Phoennix... Part I: Perludium - My Solitude
A luminous fairytale turns into dark nightmare. This is how it feels like inside me. It is somehow so understandable. It is so well written that I can feel the anger of Gods and I can smell the rain, see the castle, as if I'm standing front of it. Touch this white tree.
This piece of poetry makes me feel like I want to help this someone in this castle. Stop this end? But it seems like all beauty must die?

@Phoennix... Part II: Tale of the Heartless One and A Wish That Remains Forever
A deep dark desperation, this is what I can see in the first strophe. And somehow I like the ending of the lines: "he never did".
The third strophe made a turn that I didn't expect. And I liked it. Unexpectedness, in my mind, is the best how the art of words can bind.
I don't understand what this poem made to me. All my senses are blown away. It made me feel so different feelings. All mixed together. The tears, the anger, the lonesomeness, the lost feelings, the cold, the happiness. This is all in there.

@Kariasakis7? Wi (n) dow
Well, I say this that in my opinion it is always good, when you're trying to write whatever mood you're having.
But about this poem. It was a little bit hard to read, 'cause there were some spelling mistakes.
But it was good that you tried to but your feelings in there. Although they were confusing and I didn't exactly catch them.

@Torelli? Sphere
A philosophical piece of poem. About choices. About dreaming.
Very deep and hard to catch the tides. But not everyone can write like this!.

@Kariasakis7? Rain
It brought in my visions a highway and rain.
And there you go. This is a lot better than the Wi (n) dow?
In here is a bigger dream, harder meaning. It made me feel melancholy. It made me feel that I miss something/someone. Thank you.

@Kariasakis7? River Grave
It reminded me "Hamlet" for a few seconds. And when I reached to a word "trigger", trough my mind rushed emptiness. This was hard feeling.
But I like the way you're writing. These words you use are not hard to understand, easy ones they are quite.

Collacteral -
Wi(n)dow - I agree its spelling mistaces, and unkcorect grammer forms, but I cant write better, and lock at time when I post it, I made some msiteces because sleep and wright and yes mood and wrighting, hppy, I cant write nothing, sad I tr write, but not ll poems are good.
And just now I try rewrite all my poems good poems in some note bock, becuase its chaotic one paper there other there, so its not safe keep them in PC

Rain - If Its make you feel how you feel in positive side, its good and its deeper meaning and I just take love, sin, child and life, its all

River Grave - Hamlet :rollin: I Hamlet, its thank's for nice worlds, but its more like song, somethimg from slow dark doom metal how poem, I just saw documentries aboit Vietnam war and i write it

I guess you guys are right;)

Sitting in the misery chair
for others it seems unfair
but i stay in yesterday's lair
sitting in the misery chair

Struggle for me is sleep for other
every breath of mine is still unfinished
every step of mine is move backward
how can i answer to question that never asked?

Blurry sight of my mind
watch everything that never exist
for nothing reason i run away

The smoke of happiness fade away
the rain of sadness falling down
i'm still sitting on misery chair

Crying Serenades

Ewery day darkness whispered
ewery day darkness swallowed
those falling wictimes
And daytime music crying
for all hallowed wictimes
and give life for crying serenades

Ewery night when window sleeping
Ewery night when window weeping
Those fallein leaves
and nightime singing voices
talking fo those underground hopes
and give life for crying serenades

ehh just listen old Anathema yesterday, its all

Nyx - That was beautiful =] I realy enjoyed the imaging. As though actualy seeing your words being animated into my mind and creating this dark little show. As to your writing, I for one like rhymes, although not all do. sometimes I go wild with them, and sometimes I dont use them at all. there is much strength in solid sentances with no features. I just prupose you give it a try, writing something with less rhymes, simply cause I have the feeling it would be very emotional and strong. Good job!

Pheonnix - My Monster #11 - oh wow. let me first state that your english is great. with that being said, I can now refer to how beautifuly you use the language to its fullest, in so amplifying every emotion and feeling you create. sadness is sadness, love is love and longing is longing. but your sadness is dark and grasping, your love is torturing and disobediant, and that sweet longing is the essence of the whole poem. I have nothing left to say. It was perfect in so many ways. this is one talent you should defenently keep hold of.

BloodTears - the Elizabeth Bathory inspired poem - why would you say it is weak? it is strong, both in vocabulary and in personal emotion. it gives a good point of view on a dark or poisoness concept you want to share with the world. If I am allowed to speak freely, I would point out that maybe the language was a bit too difficult. I'm no idiot in english, but there were alot of words that I couldnt exactly imagine, probably because I didnt understand them and that may have lead me to not fully concieve the whole poem and its emotional release as I should've.

Pheonnix - My Monster #6 - Im starting to like you more and more hehe. I can't get over your ability to fully control the way I read the poem. every break, everfy sentance is just as long as you intended and stops so suddenly just to clearafy the next heart moving words. So majestic! So beatifuly majestic. I could swear this is more than just a hobby for you. but I hope not. I would not want you walking around in life all zombie-like. A little shattered piece of your soul is warming me up inside. thank you.

Collacteral - Wishes [part2] - this one realy got me wanting to read part 1 =] You have unique ability, through simple words you create cureosity and ironic reason. Something I wish so much I could do. but I cant. It demands a person who is confident enough in their writing, and with a mind that can reach far far out beyond simple reason. It's not important whether the reader understands a figure of speach, like "Hello yellow world", because it is easy to see that there is so much inside that can be read. I saw it as a bright or sunny world. heh. And it comes together peice by peice making the reader smile on every new sentance up until the end. very nice.

Collacteral - Love of The Red Wilderness - I like poems in which I can simply imagine a lone person standing in this dark world, and understand just a bit how they feel. Interaction is a key player in life. Accepting things the way they are is tough, and letting it all inside ourselves, is allowing ourselves to be controlled by everything that happens to us and around us. Each person can wish to feel less, but it is only a dream in my eyes. as to the structure of the poem, I personaly would preffer lesser graphic imagery as in "into one eye, and out from another". I dont know, it feels kind of weak, and I know you can do sooo much better. you are an awsome poet and I love your stuff. maybe that sentance sounds better in estonian =] all in all the meaning is whats important, and that is what you do the best.

Pheonnix - My Monster #Eternity - oh dear what a masterpiece! It is so strong. Although I feel it is neccesery to state that the first part hadn't the strength of the second. But it is needed to let the reader feel the need for that sweet monster. the second part though, wow. I was mesmerized by the sheer emotions of wanting something so desperatly even as you know it never wanted you back. And still burying all your hope in that monster, as though he might change eventualy, but even his name "monster" implies that wont happen. Such a struggle of the heart. such a cold atmosphere. all I could think of was endless rain on that castle. And the sweet embrace of cold nothing.

Kariasakis7 - Win(d)ow - first off, I realy enjoyed the title =] and it is understood right off in the begining of the poem. you know, many wish they could have the power to see into people. knowing every hidden emotion is tempting. yet, you brought out very nicely that that is not always gift worth recieving. People need their privacy. Free thought and emotion is the essence of freedom. and as in your poem, it is essentialy profound when there is love or false love involved. I see you have slight difficultys in english. It does have the sorrowful effect of breaking my line of imaination, but I try to get around it. because the point you make is the most important aspect I believe in writing. so good job!

Torreli - Sphere - That is actualy a very good point you make! I am especialy prone to human behaviour, living in Israel cotributes to that heh, and I know how important comunication is. People talk as if they know everything, but comunication is not just sharing information, it is ideas and feelings! A connection of souls, letting one behold all you have to offer inside. I know alot of people here rather right about lonliness and seperation from this wierd world, but its not often I see someone offering a word of advice on how to get along better =] good job.

Kariasakis7 - Rain - you know, I think this is my favorite poem of yours. I realy realy enjoyed it. The Message here is so true, and I felt it with every discription you gave. Nothing is forgotten, and innocence is such a virtue. So delicate. And that love cannot exist in this delacacy. True love washes away the innocence. So strong, your words punched me right in the face heh. If only your english was better, this poem could have starred!

" " " - River Grave - Im sorry dude, I didnt realy get this one.. I understood that it had to do with some concept of being dead in a river, but that noticable even by the title. I would be happy if you explained the idea behind it, because it does give off an intersting imagery.

Collacteral - the highway poem - I liked how it made me imagine a ride down an endless highway, holding someone I care for, sitting together in the back seat. I know its probably not what you had in mind while writing the poem, but you can't control a readers mind heh =] , I will say though, that this was a very tough poem to read. It was hard for me to stay in it. I know that in your mind, every sentance made sense, driving you forth to the end of the poem, but I would've probably enjoyed it more if the sentances were connected more one to another.

Bulus - Misery Chair - The concept of this "misery chair" is realy interesting. Im sure its a metaphore for something. A certain discision you made in life perhaps? or maybe simply it describes the feeling you get when writing a poem. Sitting in that chair of yours, braeking off a piece of you for the whole world to see. the options are endless and it realy is interesting. I see a little disorder here, which can be either good or bad depending on the reader, how you start with rhymes and then fade them out, or how you seem a bit more serious in the begining and then a bit more easy going. To me its fine. I was too hung up on trying to imagine this chair anyway heh. very nice.

Kariasakis7- Crying Serenades - I can see how it was inspired =] Very nice. Imagining the sweet voice crying serendes, on a dark night, with an open window blowing in leaves. So dark. Such heavy atmosphere. Perfect for before bedtime heh. I liked it alot man, and you know I like your writing


Phwew!!~!! I hope I didnt miss anyone on this page
You are all amazing writers, and I wish I had more inspiration to write. It seems I just can't feel the words and emotions anymore...
but I gave it a try today =]
Hope you like it.



Losing Redemption



A devil's whisper in a child's game
Heavenly torture with needless blame
Take the fear of showering down your pain
And let it sink into the soil

A world alone is a world of dreams
Shadows follow hope it seems
I touch the sky and whisper out a scream
A cheer for raging solace

I carefully hold your tears
And smile in their reflection
Beholding truth in a wicked pursuit
Abiding our dark connection

Lying in a puddle of blood I felt it
An evil spark of deceit
Giving me a life with no soul, an abundant hole
A losing battle with no retreat

You're shivering to a perfect shame
A love you know you can't sustain
I know why crying is never the same
Angels shun upon it

Crying and smiling I'm losing my mind
A burning temptation to be more than kind
If I found wings today I'd try and I'd try
But I can't become an angel

@Frostling - Thank's dude
Wi(n)dow - Actualy i can lock in people if i see him alive if eh are cruel or not, dunno but i can do it, i can lock deeper into poeple and but I dont let do it whit me i dont let
About privacy I agree ewery body need it and man well my speling mistaces
About love and false lowe, LOVE=FALSE=DONT EXISTE

Rain - I agree about all what you say

River Grave - Its mire like old school death/doom song, I imagine if i can sing it long 9 min and its doom and sorrowfull
Ok it about Vietnam and well i saw documentaries about Vietnam war, where people to survive shood cross river an dwhen thay do it sniper shoot them one by one and thay forever stay in river, its about it

Crying Serenaides - I wish katatonia coud sing it in ''Dance Of Dacember Souls'' era or Anathema in 1992, so its be nice

Your Poem - i read it and I like it, but I can not coment it, im not such talenterd comentator, ask Trollri

another from me, this one just silly, i guess,

A Friend of Mine

Waiting with a friend of mine
A circle that never be a line
Of worm and a friend of mine
A creature that never whine

Juggling with a sound and wave
What to take is what to gave
A love that brought a grave
Join with another to be a slave

Waiting with a friend of mine
A mine for a friend
A friend for a mine

Play with mine
Play with friend
Someone please stop me
Is there any friend?
Nevermind.


@frostling, thanks for commnet. "Losing Redemption" nice poem
@K7, you have a lot of poems there, i wonder where you get such a lot of inspiration

Written by Bulus on 17.09.2006 at 22:32


@K7, you have a lot of poems there, i wonder where you get such a lot of inspiration

a lot of, thay are cheasy a lot of them but
Inspiration: nature, sadness, seasons, aiutumn, women long hair, sea, forests , alcohol, ewery thing can ispirte me, ewerything, but moustly loulyness, sorrow, sad fielings, and live whit out women and dreams and ...

Written by Bad English on 17.09.2006 at 22:40

Written by Bulus on 17.09.2006 at 22:32


@K7, you have a lot of poems there, i wonder where you get such a lot of inspiration

a lot of, thay are cheasy a lot of them but
Inspiration: nature, sadness, seasons, aiutumn, women long hair, sea, forests , alcohol, ewery thing can ispirte me, ewerything, but moustly loulyness, sorrow, sad fielings, and live whit out women and dreams and ...

well, you're good writer then, you can always inspired by everything, :hail: to you

The Fall

Falling
ideas scream
love
broken dream
look
mirror of truth
scream
secret hopes
dream
of your nightmares
the thruth
infront of you
hope
better day
NIGHTMARES
YOU ARE COUGHT
infront
The fall


Menace

Existence fails
Lies
Gripe, ominous
entering aside
one week of screaming
two days of mutedeaf
freedom for your remorse
run
quiet winter
dream

I would really like to thank deeply to @Collacteral and @Frostling. It means so much to me that actually someone takes time to read what I have written and I always love to hear what people imagine and understand beyond my words. I'll be posting some more, but My Monster is my first collection of poems that is growing really slowly and each poem goes though many stages. Thank you again to both of you, your words are most inspiring.