ME: Desire

You can’t blame me

For wanting more of you!

You can’t tame me

When I’m here for only you!

You keep on hurting me,

My wounds keep bleeding,

But I’m not running away,

Can’t help but follow down the way.

Instead of new tomorrow,

You can give me more - pain.

When I dream at night of flying,

I fly right back into my cage.

ME: Wishes

I wish I could care

For all your troubles and pain

But all I’ve ever cared

Is lost and in vain.

I wish I could know

What makes your day sad

But all I’ve ever knew

Is gone, and it’s dead.

I wish I had will

To bring back your smile

But all I’m about to fulfill

Is kill my own spirit meanwhile.

ME: Денят се усмихва...

Денят се усмихва на другите,

При мен току-що заваля,

Цветя никнат навсякъде другаде,

При мен – и последния стрък изгоря.

Вятър попътен платната издува

На кораби чужди, пълни с мечти,

Ураган тук изви се и всичко помете

И моята стряха не му устоя, уви.

Небето синьо е над сивите облаци,

Но моите крила и до средата не стигнаха

Задавени с пепел, само за миг ме издигнаха

И цопнах обратно във локва от кал и мъгла.

ME: Untitled

If I am dead or still alive

I don’t care.

No point to go and strive

To get one more last breath –

No point in hanging to all the finals

Since you’ve missed your firsts.

ME: Scribbles

I’d better leave this soul behind

And search for empty one, one blank,

And start scribbling on it’s veins

The same mistakes I had in mind

To all the old remains to rewind.

ME: Am I...?

Am I about to cry

Or is it rain outside that’s dripping?

Am I about to break

Or is the earth to split wide open?

Am I alone again

Or are the people here and staring?

Am I about to die

Or live to see all loved decaying?

Was I born to love

Or to be for life your puppet?...

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I guess it's my poetry evening...

ME: It's dark

It’s dark

And all alone I’m dancing

Tears are dropping from my eyes.

It’s dark

And no one comes near by me

Among the people I am lonely.

It’s dark

And the dance is desperately lonesome

I hate it – dancing on my own.

It’s dark

But I can’t tell the light from dark

And no one told me how to talk…

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I haven't been dancing in months... And the only thing I can do is... To write about it...

Kind of sad...

МЕ: On this day

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