mimzy

Ok I first wrote this in my language so I apologize if the translation isn’t accurate or if some sentences don’t make sense... but I hope you all enjoy my thoughts.

Nothing has changed...
What happens in civilized communities when suddenly, between a sunset and a dawn, the bulwarks of security are shattered and the barbarians break in? Often, when visiting a ruined roman villa on a lazy summer afternoon, have I pictured to myself the night of horror, when the woods became alive...

Ok i had to put this one up coz one of my friends criticized it and i want to know more opinions, he said it doesnt sound like a poem and it isnt poetical its more literary....so let me know what you all think....thanks...

A lifetime can be likened to a lonely beach of sand
A stranger makes a mark one day
An imprint of a hand
A hand reaches out through the despair
No questions asked, no judgments made
A gentle knowing look and hope rises again...

ok these are some of my sigs

1) Isn't it strange how one minute everything can be a bed of roses and within seconds it can all go devastatingly wrong
All of a sudden everything slips through the fingers seemingly forever.
After that the future becomes nothing but a wish for the past.

2)I tell you everything thats really nothing and nothing of what is everything.
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm...

Our love is a wasteland of promises in vain
Of past, of present, of future nothing
Rotting quietly in my palms
I look up as a tear rolls down my cheek
I think of better days and wonder
Will i feel the same again?
Ocean waves wash my soul
Cleanse me of your smile
And the memory of our fingers
Entwined forever in a hopeless wish
I have lost my place on this earth
My station, my heart's home
I'll forever be a nomad...

I don't know how many souls i have
I change at every moment
I always feel like a stranger
I've never seen or found myself
From being so much, I have only soul
Someone who has soul has no calm
Someone who sees is just what he sees
Someone who feels is not what he is

Attentive to what I am and see
I become them and stop being I
Each of my dreams and each desire
Belongs to whoever had, it not me
I am my own...