This weird voice is in your head,
Maybe it means that you are dead,
It whispers, laughs, it cries it shouts,
But what's it for? You’re having doubts.
Your brain feels like a wounded beast,
It turns, it roars, it makes a fist.
Thoughts’ getting blur world's getting slow,
The blood is dripping on the snow.
Life battles death, heart battles fear,
You cannot win, it's very clear.
Each breath explodes with painful light,
Get up and hit with all your might.
You don't remember, you don't feel,
Nobody cared and no one will.
The edge of nothing - edge of all,
You look, you smile and then you fall.
Of Edge And Man
© Copyright: Станислав Стэн, 2013
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The voice inside your head will still-
If music of the heart, becomes your will
Follow your heart, without a doubt
Of Edge And Man, stand tall, stand proud!
I enjoyed this piece.
Clear, graphical, telling, with a lot of feelings...
Nicely done!
Симона Пекер 30.09.2013 05:03 • Заявить о нарушении
If music of the heart, becomes your will
Follow your heart, without a doubt
Of Edge And Man, stand tall, stand proud!
I enjoyed this piece.
Clear, graphical, telling, with a lot of feelings...
Nicely done!
Симона Пекер 30.09.2013 05:03 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you once again. I added two more poems in English, from back in the day, and perhaps I will add more later. I don't think too many people on this site are "English friendly" :)
Станислав Стэн 01.10.2013 06:36 Заявить о нарушении
Станислав Стэн 01.10.2013 06:36 Заявить о нарушении
Majority, probably not...but you will always have folks seeking poetry in other languages (hence category for that) and some might even offer Russian translation.. )
Симона Пекер 01.10.2013 07:38 Заявить о нарушении
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