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An empty world filled with ashes,
the sky turns gray as time passes.
Bones are scattered, but the blood is
nowhere to be found,
The wind alone recalls the hearts ...
the sky turns gray as time passes.
Bones are scattered, but the blood is
nowhere to be found,
The wind alone recalls the hearts ...
200
2
5
For some time he lost his ease,
He couldn't sleep and eat.
A cruel heart and lungs disease
Grasped him from beneath.
But during a long visitation ...
He couldn't sleep and eat.
A cruel heart and lungs disease
Grasped him from beneath.
But during a long visitation ...
170
It used to be so easy
riding my bike all day and night
rollercoasters made me dizzy
every other day a children fight
It’s not the same these days ...
riding my bike all day and night
rollercoasters made me dizzy
every other day a children fight
It’s not the same these days ...
229
1
3
True self - trapped in the depths, veiled and unseen,
yet unwillingly, without one's intent.
Lacking the tools to make its way out,
forced to keep it concealed.
Intense and immense, power unmeasured, ...
yet unwillingly, without one's intent.
Lacking the tools to make its way out,
forced to keep it concealed.
Intense and immense, power unmeasured, ...
309
A young heart's world - in a cage,
trapped in a tower, till the morrows age.
It breathes its tears, it tastes its rage,
kept in soft skin, woven of sage.
A fragile soul, heard not calls, ...
trapped in a tower, till the morrows age.
It breathes its tears, it tastes its rage,
kept in soft skin, woven of sage.
A fragile soul, heard not calls, ...
306
2
1
When you're no one you could be anyone,
you could touch the world with eyes,
each pair with a different color.
You could talk to people and not be
perceived ...
you could touch the world with eyes,
each pair with a different color.
You could talk to people and not be
perceived ...
285
Detached from reality,
the body stiffed and unable of motion
seperated the mind from the body
with no control over to hold.
You watch and observe ...
the body stiffed and unable of motion
seperated the mind from the body
with no control over to hold.
You watch and observe ...
236
No known direction is meant for you.
Not east, nor west, nor north, not even south.
But you're not lost. Just alone.
Somewhere between the trail ways,
your steps are heading. ...
Not east, nor west, nor north, not even south.
But you're not lost. Just alone.
Somewhere between the trail ways,
your steps are heading. ...
237
it has always been
everyone knew
the answers
to all the questions,
but no one could know, ...
everyone knew
the answers
to all the questions,
but no one could know, ...
604
3
2
Love is like a battle trial:
A wind that's playing with the skirts.
Sometimes it meets denial
And it often hurts.
Love is like bipolar maniac: ...
A wind that's playing with the skirts.
Sometimes it meets denial
And it often hurts.
Love is like bipolar maniac: ...
262
1
1
I am trying to say something positive.
I am desperate to say something positive.
I’ve been struggling to say something positive.
But I’d better keep quiet instead.
The political systems still failing ...
I am desperate to say something positive.
I’ve been struggling to say something positive.
But I’d better keep quiet instead.
The political systems still failing ...
590
1
Darkness has scattered all across the room
and I can no longer feel daylight from the window.
The coldness is embracing me quietly,
my face is turning pale again,
as if I have just woken up from the dead. ...
and I can no longer feel daylight from the window.
The coldness is embracing me quietly,
my face is turning pale again,
as if I have just woken up from the dead. ...
583
3
1
My heart's a ruptured dream – its pulse – a scarce event.
My skin grows feathers out of pain, I'm ready to ascend.
This void cannot be filled, these hungers can't be fed.
Immortal hopes preserve the breath that's hanging by a thread.
My clock plays quiet tunes – too shy to say 'Goodbye'. ...
My skin grows feathers out of pain, I'm ready to ascend.
This void cannot be filled, these hungers can't be fed.
Immortal hopes preserve the breath that's hanging by a thread.
My clock plays quiet tunes – too shy to say 'Goodbye'. ...
517
Others
Hearts shaved, blood drained.
Where was I when you called my name?
They were hiding their true faces - ashamed.
I was in the background, staying all the same. ...
Hearts shaved, blood drained.
Where was I when you called my name?
They were hiding their true faces - ashamed.
I was in the background, staying all the same. ...
486
2
1
Hatred is too difficult to swallow
That's why we spit it out all the time.
For people with a mind which is too hollow
Hatred leads them to the path of crime.
Sometimes it is politically propagated ...
That's why we spit it out all the time.
For people with a mind which is too hollow
Hatred leads them to the path of crime.
Sometimes it is politically propagated ...
764
1
3
I feel lost.
It's like I'm
wandering
through
an endless maze. ...
It's like I'm
wandering
through
an endless maze. ...
712
hey, remember me?
it's been a while.
i just couldn't forget that gorgeous smile
i know this might sound a bit wild,
but you remind me of when i was a child ...
it's been a while.
i just couldn't forget that gorgeous smile
i know this might sound a bit wild,
but you remind me of when i was a child ...
991
2
Even the smell
of thousand
foreign flowers
will not
bring back to life ...
of thousand
foreign flowers
will not
bring back to life ...
1329
4
3
I use myself and others in moralistic ways,
for all my sisters and brothers live their better days,
finding out what they are truly meant to be,
insatiable to the point of insanity.
Missing out on the seemingly insignificant, ...
for all my sisters and brothers live their better days,
finding out what they are truly meant to be,
insatiable to the point of insanity.
Missing out on the seemingly insignificant, ...
953
An endless night, the light - unborn
That deepest dark at brink of dawn
The wind is fresh, the feeling - heavy
A heart that beats, a soul that's weary.
One lonely cry on someone's shoulder ...
That deepest dark at brink of dawn
The wind is fresh, the feeling - heavy
A heart that beats, a soul that's weary.
One lonely cry on someone's shoulder ...
849
2
A fleeting memory of a long-lost love
lingers at the tip of my tongue.
I shudder to think and to relive
that which I’d lost for so terribly long.
All love is now lost to me forever, ...
lingers at the tip of my tongue.
I shudder to think and to relive
that which I’d lost for so terribly long.
All love is now lost to me forever, ...
928
If death is final, then why does it linger?
Why do loved ones wallow in its distress?
On such questions I wish to put a finger
and unravel the mystery of postmortem stress.
Existence supposedly ends with death, ...
Why do loved ones wallow in its distress?
On such questions I wish to put a finger
and unravel the mystery of postmortem stress.
Existence supposedly ends with death, ...
1116
I tune in to the insanity
of the world around me.
A true beacon of profanity
where nothing’s meant to be.
Illusive thoughts rage all around, ...
of the world around me.
A true beacon of profanity
where nothing’s meant to be.
Illusive thoughts rage all around, ...
872
I switch from face to face,
unwilling to be put in place,
stretching over distant thoughts
of what I’ve found and forever lost.
People look at me and see ...
unwilling to be put in place,
stretching over distant thoughts
of what I’ve found and forever lost.
People look at me and see ...
968
Unsolvable equation
Existing leaves red scars on my chest
Life is a pointless game that
most of us choose to play...
But I'd rather bite my tongue and bleed than beg ...
Existing leaves red scars on my chest
Life is a pointless game that
most of us choose to play...
But I'd rather bite my tongue and bleed than beg ...
928
1
2
December in Westminster.
Old lady fed some cat,
she was catholic sister,
and me — a sinful brat.
Requested to assist her, ...
Old lady fed some cat,
she was catholic sister,
and me — a sinful brat.
Requested to assist her, ...
1378
Nothing will be left behind you
Nothing ever was
Nothing is your origin and
Nothing's your demise
All of life dissolves to nothing ...
Nothing ever was
Nothing is your origin and
Nothing's your demise
All of life dissolves to nothing ...
1659
Ruins long ago left behind
When first I saw them,
they reminded me of the forgotten past.
Deep in myself I knew it wouldn't last
because time forgives no one. ...
When first I saw them,
they reminded me of the forgotten past.
Deep in myself I knew it wouldn't last
because time forgives no one. ...
1589
1
Drab dreary desecration of deformed delusions dawns destructively down drawn devilishly deeper into desolate deformity devoid of dreams.
Deigned divine dominance dooms downtrodden domains of destitute debauchery driven daily downward.
Done deals define duplicitous dukes and demons drenched in damnat ...
Deigned divine dominance dooms downtrodden domains of destitute debauchery driven daily downward.
Done deals define duplicitous dukes and demons drenched in damnat ...
1795
2
Long ago was born a child,
It was gifted with such beauty,
That in the world so cruel and wild
To defend it was a duty.
Its name was Faith and it was naked, ...
It was gifted with such beauty,
That in the world so cruel and wild
To defend it was a duty.
Its name was Faith and it was naked, ...
1426
3
Ти помниш ли
Онази слънчева усмивка,
Която
Счупи
В летен ден ...? ...
Онази слънчева усмивка,
Която
Счупи
В летен ден ...? ...
1457
The dance
is my command
of language soft and smooth
that's used through every time and place
where love exists in our abandoned world. ...
is my command
of language soft and smooth
that's used through every time and place
where love exists in our abandoned world. ...
1551
3
Mansion...
Entrance,
beautiful and welcoming.
Halls,
Nice, clean, ...
Entrance,
beautiful and welcoming.
Halls,
Nice, clean, ...
1278
Не се събуждай, сине, почини си,
обичам да те гледам, като спиш.
Навън е късна есен. И замислен
ветрецът влачи листи, мълчалив.
Така и ние вкъщи онемяхме. ...
обичам да те гледам, като спиш.
Навън е късна есен. И замислен
ветрецът влачи листи, мълчалив.
Така и ние вкъщи онемяхме. ...
1570
1
3
Lullaby and whisper are mingling through the sky
Carelessly are shifting the muffled poets’ cry.
How small are we! – exclaimed the little child
And pointed to the chimney. Everything’s mild.
An echo passing through the cave ...
Carelessly are shifting the muffled poets’ cry.
How small are we! – exclaimed the little child
And pointed to the chimney. Everything’s mild.
An echo passing through the cave ...
1325
1
Hatred is too difficult to swallow,
That's why we spit it out all the time.
For people with a mind, which is too hollow,
Hatred leads them to the path of crime.
Sometimes it is politically propagated, ...
That's why we spit it out all the time.
For people with a mind, which is too hollow,
Hatred leads them to the path of crime.
Sometimes it is politically propagated, ...
1384
2
Sometimes misfortune comes to us
As heavy rain without shelter.
Evaporates all faith and trust
As steel is liquified in melter.
And we are praying for some mercy, ...
As heavy rain without shelter.
Evaporates all faith and trust
As steel is liquified in melter.
And we are praying for some mercy, ...
1275
2
Wake up and look back to the old attic days, full with memories but not talking about anything present.
Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life.
...
Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life.
...
1438
1
You have gone million light-years away
Time waved last farewell with the aeons
The white nightingale sung his song before its
tender voice to be gone forever
The seven moons' light shall be gone ...
Time waved last farewell with the aeons
The white nightingale sung his song before its
tender voice to be gone forever
The seven moons' light shall be gone ...
1544
2
I shall never be the incurable wound
I shall be the silver sword by whom
You shall meet your doom.
I shall never be the victim,
miserable, screaming for help victim, ...
I shall be the silver sword by whom
You shall meet your doom.
I shall never be the victim,
miserable, screaming for help victim, ...
1458
2
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