Poem of someone I know:
Happyness
I hate it
I don't want to know myself anymore
It's the one in the mirror
looking at me
staring at me
laughing at me
it's the one in the mirror
who doesn't know who he is
nor what he can do
he's the one with no life
he's the one with absolute nothing
Who can see it?
The mirror in front of you
the mirror that shows yourself
the mirror that helps you
I hate it
No one wants to know him anymore
Hate him
but don't look in the mirror
the mirror of the soul
the burned soul of me
the one that is sick
the one that does not understand
the one that can't get understanded
I hate it
but there is nothing you can do
you have to leave him
you have to abondon the one in the mirror
the one that is burned
the one that hates himself
prolly still a nice poem tho
The Golden Cave
It's a place where we go
When we need a brake from reality
Whenever we get there we feel fine and relevied
We know that there we will always have friends
It's a place of smoke and mists
Where the clothed butterflies
And two legged barrels of all kinds
Join together.
Under the strange and colourful lights
The liquid gold is used all the time
A thousand flavours a million colours
And then we always feel the rythme
And always find the flow
It's a place where we all can howl to the moon
Where we all can chant the same texts
Where the stream of tones is always right
Where the angels cry and the devils laugh
Where the hobbits rule the world
Yet still we long for it every moment of our weeks.
I know it doesn't ryhme, I know the spelling ain't correct but IDO NOT CARE