Poetry. - Page 161/171

Subject: Poetry.

miia 8.03.20 - 12:10pm
How Is Your Heart?

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
wh*res
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occurring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the back alley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

Bukowski * +

phallica 8.03.20 - 06:43pm
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and swallows circling with their shimmering sound,

and frogs in the pools singing at night,
and wild plum trees in tremulous white,

robins will wear their feathery fire,
whistling their whims on a low fence-wire,

and not one will know of the war, not one
will care at last when it is done,

not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
if mankind perished utterly,

and Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
would scarcely know that we were gone. * +

tranie 8.03.20 - 08:17pm

@ popcorn2.0 - 8.03.20 - 05:28pm
This is th3 Slago I have been compar3d to. Hahaha at least he kn3w poetry.

@ phallica - 8.03.20 - 06:43pm
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and swallows circling with their shimmering sound,

and frogs in the pools singing at night,
and wild plum trees in tremulous white,

robins will wear their feathery fire,
whistling their whims on a low fence-wire,

and not one will know of the war, not one
will care at last when it is done,

not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
if mankind perished utterly,

and Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
would scarcely know that we were gone.

@ popcorn2.0 - 8.03.20 - 09:15pm
Crail told me. He ev3n said he was banned

You could be deleted any second, so chill dude

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ufohunter 12.03.20 - 10:22am
From a song,
Derniere Danse - Last Dance

Oh my sweet torment,
No point in fighting, you start again
I'm but a meaningless being
Without him I'm a bit troubled
I wander around alone on the subway
A last dance
To forget my great misery
I want to get away, everything to start again,
Oh my sweet torment

I stir the sky, the day, the night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A bit of love, a strand of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
In the entire Paris, I abandon myself
And away I fly, fly, fly, fly

Nothing but hope
On this road in your absence
Try as I might, without you my life is nothing but a meaningless shiny decor

I stir the sky, the day, the night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A bit of love, a strand of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
In the entire Paris, I abandon myself
And away I fly, fly, fly, fly

In this sweet torment
Whose offences I've paid in full
Listen to how great my heart is
I'm a child of the world

I stir the sky, the day, the night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A bit of love, a strand of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
In the entire Paris, I abandon myself
And away I fly, fly, fly, fly

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miia 13.03.20 - 11:32am
It really sounds better on French :) * +