My thug Poetry

[Wessia4LiaNia Chieee Chieee]

It's a part of it..I only posted on my blogg..anyway let me know whatcha think about them

To Lecter


A lotta iron, a lotta iron...
A lotta iron opens this poem.
It is cold and it is autumn and it is rusted
around me.Like in every year
Like every year.
Oxidated and rusted, the whole Golden Gate Bridge
is melting thorugh the thin veins.
Dust that i loved is extinguished now by rain
Lettin behind a necronovelist
Immobilised, caught in plaster-just like Frida.
With a black planchete in front,
I'm paintin a letter with a verbal acid ink
To the one that i admire.
His mask is 180 degreez rotated on my eyes.
The iron barz hide the olfactive thirst of my eyez.
I'm signin myself with bloodshed and I wait for reply





The round cube(without oximoron)

Day by day I disguise myself in human
I have to endure myself like this...
I want to chop myself,
Like a winter wood.
To see what comes out, it leaks, it flies...
What's gonna happen?
I am me and i don't need "me".
I can't stand words, facts are in vain
And still i have a meaning
I'm looking for myself, I find me,
But I can't recognize me in myself.
I look for me one more time, and I fail again.
It is the meaning a conveyor belt full of failures?
Because in conclusion without'em,
Everything should be stopped.
I don't wanna end like this
that's why I let the last verse the first.




Spring



People can't understand me
Animals cannot reply,
I become silent by everyday
And I lock myself in this cold body.
I feel raised by glass pieces
and suckled by fire.
I've become a frozen demon
Trying to find life's meaning.
In an eternal winter I'm warm.
I can burnly wait, to fall, to die.
I feel a demon with a protector angel
I want to carol the second winter
and still know it...
To freeze again tryin' to find life's meaning.
And again I'll get ill and sick
Running on the last way.To be in a hurry,
Alone i chose.I know why!
At my christening you mourninged bride showed up,
Help me die at once!


Hope Metaphor

I find myself in ashes
I'm too tired to reborn
I hope my life would be just like that...
Like I hoped, Like I dreamed
In the past life.
Without birds that cry snowfall
Without the angels that filled the oceans with salted tears.
On shores of glass
I lose myself in the pale sparkle of waters
Shadows from the past still smile at me
Maybe they're the reason I'm still alive.
But I start running, I hide myself
Maybe withoutta reason, but I keep on running.
And I feel the breeze of the past
In my heart, like a steel,
And I hope...
That the life doesn't have an end.



It's kinda hard to translate them from Romanian into English having the same deep complexity, but I hope you took your time  to read them that way...

If you want more..let me know !