The Poet

Recite zašto?

thepoet98 — Thu, 20 Mar 2014 22:43:35 +0100

Recite mi zašto, nečujni krici?

Recite mi, jer duša mi zebe.

Recite mi danas, još samo ovaj put

Zašto uporno lažem sebe?

O, zašto verujem, duhovi svetli

Vi sudnici pravde, il kako se već zvali

Zašto mislim da još ima dobrog

U onima što ni mrvu dobrog nisu dali?

Zašto lažem I sebe I druge?

Dajem im veru u legende stare

Zašto im poklanjam trenutnu sreću

Kad umovi zlobni tu sreću kvare

Pitam vas. Zašto? Vas, velike svece

Što, tobož, pazite na sve nas male.

Zašto onda šaljete njih

Te zveri što ruše nam ideale?

I zašto, Bože, I posle svega

Posle svih tih reči I uz svu sramotu?

Zašto I sada, molim te, reci

Ja u tim zverima vidim dobrotu?

My love

thepoet98 — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 13:28:29 +0100

I don't know how to start this, I really don't. Every word I say, hurts me as much as it hurt me that day when you left. I guess there is no good way to start this letter. But some things have to be said before the end.
This will not be a helpless proposal of love as the first words say. It will be my sincerest apology. I know it is a bit late for it, but I finally had the courage to write this. It took a lot of me to compose my sentences while thinking of you. The heartbroken me is finally dead, and I am me again. I am happy. I hope you are too. The last time we spoke you were in love. The beautiful love that I always wished for myself. I hope everything is well with that. And my love. A love for you, a love for what we could be and for what we never were. That is the past. It is gone. And although I still love you, now it is just as someone I was close to, someone I trusted. And that is the reason that I am writing this latter to you.
I loved you once, and my feelings were honest and pure. You were my first real, consuming, insane love and you will always remain a big part of my life. The impeachable hole, I guess. And I've realized that I am to blame for the suffering I caused myself and you. I alone destroyed our friendship or whatever we had. I was BAD, to you and to myself. I was hurting you, sometimes accidentally, and sometimes, I have to be honest, on purpose, derived by anger I felt. Those are the sins I am paying for. But I owe you something. I wanted something that was never mine. I wanted you to love me, as I did you. But that was crazy of me, you can-t love something you don't understand. And love in itself is being able not to poses someone. To love him when he is here, and wish him well when he goes. And then no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it. And I tried to own you, your love. I was seeking for something that didn't exist, and if it did, it was too small to find. Again, I AM SORRY.
There are no words in this world to explain my sadness for my behavior. But I got what I deserved. It was like a bullet in my heart, but I took it. I am talking about the pain that I felt when I realized what I did.
I know I was mean to you, my love. I know it now. And I know it is too late for saying sorry , I know it all. But I just had to. You know, when we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left. There is nothing. But you can grow from it. Make a place for something new. I don't know if you understand, I guess you do, but if you don-t it-s just the matter of being truly in love……
I had to let you go. I loved you enough to do it. It was too much when I realized that it was all in my head. I hope I didn't hurt you in the process
I wish you happiness and love. I don't need you to find me. It will be too much. If we are meant to be friends then God will find a way, if not, I wish you a good life. Just remember that someone, somewhere loves you for who you are. A sinner (as you see yourself) or a saint (as I know you are ) Goodbye, my love. May our paths cross again.

Please, Forgive me.....

Only Rain

thepoet98 — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 13:18:47 +0100

This tear I shed for all of the lies

But I try to tell them, oh, how I try

To make an illusion, but it-s all in vain.

Mom, it-s not tears, it is only rain

And with every one, I shed another

To live in this world, why do I still bother?

Trying to fake being happy and sane

Those are not tears, Ma, it's only rain

And to hide my sorrow, I know it's not right

But in my heart, it's the endless night

I know nothing, but sadness and pain

This on my face, it is only rain.

I just cover my face and wait for the end

The darkness of death, us broken will mend

And while the soul floats, the body will remain.

And the pearl on their face, it will only be rain

Zdravo…

thepoet98 — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 13:10:25 +0100

Zdravo…

Moje ime je niko

U svome srcu ne nosim ništa

A moji koferi su mučni I prazni

Zdravo…

Ja živim u ničijoj zemlji

Tamo gde nema ljudi

Tamo gde nema sunca

Zdravo…

Ja ne brojim godine

Nemam što je bilo niti što će biti

Ja imam samo sad

Zdravo…

Ja nemam snove

Zašivene za rukave svog kaputa

Jer ja ne umem da sanjam

Zdravo…

Ja nemam dušu I telo

Ja ne mogu da osećam

Ja ne postojim

Zdravo…