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Black sky
How happy would I be
When the sky would be black,
Thinking about the time,
Shaking my legs.
Jump off or burn off
Nothing I could be sure off.
Giving you a big smile,
Now even you can't see me, faking off.
You thought you saved me,
Grabbing me before I could fell
You dare to intrude my will
Now I am trapped in this hell.
If only you could hold my hands before
Then you won't have t...
Friday 9th October 2020 4:48 pm
Life... Why even continue?
It doesn't make sense... I'm not who I used to be... This karma that's destroying my life has been paid over and over and over...why? I really don't see the point in trying my hardest to be the person who's in my heart... The only thing I feel and deal with is pain and repercussions of actions in my past and actions that where never even acted upon... True happiness, financial stability, love... W...
Friday 24th August 2018 10:23 am
reflection reminscing
My emotions pouring out
My head lost in the clouds
But my body seemed to drown
I look at whats around
Your nowhere to be found
Whos problem is it now
Somehow I feel proud
I got sober
When we were over
And yet you still use
I feel like I was used
When the money ran out
Cheating came from the muse
Yet I stayed amused
I ignored the clues
My emotions are my...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 2:45 am
Richard Cory/ By Edwin Arlington Robinson/Translation in Amharic/ሪቻርድ ኮሪ/Alem Hailu
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled i...
Thursday 12th April 2018 7:43 am
Self Destruction
Eskimos bury
The handle of
A razor-sharp knife,
Bearing a lump of
Frozen meat, to be precise
Layers of blood In the wilderness of ice.
Lured Wolfs gather round it
And unaware their own
Snow-frozen tongues they slit
They voraciously lick, lick and lick
Along with own blood, hot and tick.
'What a windfall luck! '
They think
'We are feeding on our blood! '
Before comes to their hea...
Friday 12th May 2017 12:06 pm
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