To the Noble man
You know, it is so difficult, to realize
That you are there so far away
And it’s not matter of material distance.
I read your thoughts and try to find your beautiful eyes
Behind those serious specs…What answer there?
How soon will you forget about my existence?
We are not close anymore and we have never been
So much intimates, frankly speaking.
It was just pleasant to imagine that you are not alone
That somebody somewhere cares…
Huh, nobody! On entire earth!
The time is right to stop self freaking.
Where are you, craziest dream of all my life?
Who warms your vulnerable, frozen soul?
The treasures of whole world aren’t worth for me
The chance to pet your hairs, kiss your lips, become one breathe
Oh God, forgive my weakness, please, unload this foul!
Labels: Romance
posted by Lamis @ 1/26/2007 05:39:00 pm
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Very nice! So now you see, it's not so difficult to express feelings in poetry!:) Well, is it your first poem? And by the way, let me inquire, is it dedicated to the same person you wrote about in your previous posts (like "Be My Friend, Don't Go")?
Thank you, infinite sleep! As you recognized from the first look that it is my first poem, I got that it wasn’t that nice :))) BTW I wrote this poem inspired by you mastery, so it is you guilty in giving a birth to the talentless poet! ;)
When I was in the process of writing it seemed to me great, but after 2 days when I have reread and yet forgot those feeling while writing, it sounded to me like words from the cheap pop song :)
Anyways, there are bright feelings to one and the same person and even if I can’t express it well, at the end all my posts somehow dedicated to him :)
No, Lax, I didn't know for sure if it was your first poem, I just asked:) Frankly speaking, I sometimes hate my poems too, but in my case everything is vice versa - when I reread the verse after some time (a day or even a year), I like it more than when I was writing it. And I usually make amendments later, cos it's impossible 4me to evaluate it properly at once. But your poem is not like a pop-song at all! (By the way, did you compose a music for it? I often have some melody in my mind while writing, but can't put it on paper:(() Certainly, I'm not a master in poetry, but I guess it has gradually become better, since I began to write (maybe, at the age of 14-15), however, it's still not what I want it to be... In fact, if you wish to see a real cheap pop composed out of nothing, you may read it in my blog now:)
Are you musician? You are really creative and imaginative person, I’ll check out your blog right now :) and thanks for support!
When I tried to write poem there were in my mind a lot of clichés and stock phrases, blue skies, beautiful eyes ect., borrowed from someone’s lines :( I don’t know how to a refrain from repetition, probably to listen pops less…
Yeah, you gotta listen to rock more:) As for the stock phrases, my song "Tell Me" is completely constructed of them... So I'm not as imaginative as you said:) It's so difficult to invent smth new!
No, I'm not a musician, but I've always wished to be... Unfortunately, this dream is doomed to disappointment:(( I've never even studied at a music school and can't play any musical instrument:(( Can you?
You may join a music classes, it is never late to become a musician. Life is too short to spend it for the things which don’t bring the pleasure…
I’ve over-listened rock in teenage, rock for me is associating with the darkest and the most terrible phase of my life. Now the only rhythmic dance music is pleasant for the ears, anything what asks body to dance. In teenage I’ve tried the guitar, but unfortunately learned the only one song and was able to perform it by the only one finger - immortal “Yesterday” of the Beatles :) Metallic strings hearts the fingers so much!
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