I want to die
She’ll never come.
SHE’LL NEVER COME!!!
I mean to die.
What do all words should do, should I?
There are,
I mean,
That there, may be,
I mean,
Somewhere,
I mean,
Not here,
I mean,
There are heavens.
Not for me.
Please,
Heavens’re not for me.
I want to burn.
I mean to burn
And I was born
To burn.
No sky…
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as burning lie
faces the ego...
glad to meet someone
who tries himself in english
best wishes of becoming free from ego
http://www.stihi.ru/2006/10/07-241
Аутинсайдер 01.11.2006 01:32 Заявить о нарушении
Aweful Axe s Man 01.11.2006 06:06 Заявить о нарушении
i think that poetry comes inside from somewhere and while reading it (after some period of time) one can see oneself from outside and understand a bit more that he isn't his ego - he's someone else...
maybe this could be an example:
http://www.stihi.ru/2006/10/07-253
and maybe this russian one:
http://www.stihi.ru/2006/10/06-207
sincerely
Аутинсайдер 02.11.2006 01:37 Заявить о нарушении