In the garden where morality is a shadow spinning into nothingness,
two bodies touch like shadows fading into the smoke of dusk,
it's not love, just an echo of another touch, a pulse in the unnatural,
we are strangers meeting and parting on a stage of forgetfulness.
And your eyes are deep lakes, reflecting no hope,
only empty desires seeking solace in the abyss of a hollow heart,
we were free, yet senseless, like the dead embracing,
a game without risks, without humor, a ruin smiling at fate.
This garden is full of poisoned fruits, yet sweet fragrances,
and you must know how to discern, to understand the secret of each petal,
we are lost in this flow of thoughts, of history and truth,
for without morality, we are just two lost phantoms, in search of ourselves.
And deep in the heart, where love's roots should grow,
only sand flows, reminding of stories lost in a dream,
we are shipwrecks on a sea of silence, a mute echo in the night,
in a world of strangers, where only death knows a true love.
Categories:
without humor, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
What is left of me
Did you ever think of how I will feel
Do you ever think of how I Will live
What is left of me is your fault
Do you ever think of how I will miss you
How I will cross the bridge
How I will reach at the end of the tunnel Without your light.
What is left of me is just a body Without humor What is left of me is just a structure
Alcoholic I became
Drug addict I became
Why should you have to be mean
I trusted you
I worship you everywhere I went
I dreamed you every day
You killed the person in me
You killed everything
@Prince Jadson Dargbeh
Categories:
without humor, anger, betrayal, break up,
Form: Free verse
What is left of me
Did you ever think of how I will feel
Do you ever think of how I Will live
What is left of me is your fault
Do you ever think of how I will miss you
How I will cross the bridge
How I will reach at the end of the tunnel
Without your light.
What is left of me is just a body
Without humor
What is left of me is just a structure
Alcoholic I became
Drug addict I became
Why should you have to be mean
I trusted you
I worship you everywhere I went
I dreamed you every day
You killed the person in me
You killed everything
Categories:
without humor, 1st grade, evil,
Form: ABC