Я сегодня с горя опять головой о поэзию со всей дури ударилась. Очередная пытка-попытка написать стишок. Очередной провал. Фанфары в мою честь.
Создатели Оксфордского словаря могут потребовать моего сожженияIn halves.
Everything I have ever won
Is these things
That I will have to lose.
One day.
Probably soon.
Maybe next May.
You know,
There's nothing I can keep.
Eternity is fake.
And my life slips.
I am cursed and blessed,
It is like rain on a wedding day
Of the best friend of mine,
Which I have never had.
My life story
Is a never-ending parade
Of deaf and blind stars
In the dark blue sky
Tonight,
When I am alone
And broken apart,
Feeling cold,
Seeking for the light.
Through the space and time
I see how you are shining,
I hear how you are calling,
But there's not my name.
There's no cure
For weakness of the heart,
When all things that you love
Turns to dust.
It is like the day,
Which has come just to pass.
And no one to be blamed,
This is a simple game.
The game of souls,
Which were teared in halves.
@музыка:
Agnes Obel – Close Watch
@настроение:
sadness will never end
@темы:
heartache,
things that keep me alive,
archive: poetry,
memo
а главное, такими простыми словами и понятными конструкциями, что я все сообразила