As Fast

It is as if the world revolves around the loss. I have the impression to explain that would be pointless. If more in box is never a pleasure it is a time, we overcome the "t fast enough. Back building itself as a person. It seems that in the last few days are nothing become soft, mild, loves nothing. Nothings I dare not forget. The most beautiful treason, the unforgettable autumn. I travel in my heart and spade in the head that ... in the early autumn. I rise of UN memory, knew only to forget the old Memories. The true love, true story that she was ready to fiction, but with a better end. Cries for different words, nothing to get this a blessing, but one that I am sad ... Its as if all this I have already said, lost in a time known as the wind swirls, twirling, the destruction of New Orleans. The world is a picture of our been completed, cold asphyxiation. I remember the ice you on my back, as weighed through the ice, lived in my heart. It’s almost as if the world revolved around us, but now that we are the exception, he has yarn away from me, and I feel like nothing is reminiscent of the emptiness and maturity. If that is good, why is it bad? Why do you feel almost like a burning sensation, as if I was dying? Rebirth in non-birth. It feels a little like the freeze is without end. It feels almost..... As fast.

Don’t Know!

You're my light braided revelation, the butterfly whiz and mutter the words of love.
But time and the trip was my way, and I have my holiday.
He sent me a complaint every hour, every moment to cry them to sleep.
I forgot my endure difficult for you, we were to heal.
In my absence, his shadow chaotic stratosphere unclear how it ruined taking the pulse of love your heart beat.
Old demons life difficult and it has your mind, he took me in your heart, I am in the same bowl to him, and so I nipped in the bud choke.
I did everything I could to you, your happiness my first priority, including myself.
But try as I might I might not have enough protest what happens.
I was excited, and you my broken chains and I fell into oblivion.
Loved ones like me, and me to refrain.
A sunset of gold is in the darkness, those crystals from my heart with more cold.
His hands pathetic were breaking my wing reduction.
I love you; please don `t goes.
But my love, you must choose, you must learn that it is your heart, you must use.
I can don’t deception that for yourself, and then I would calmly break for you to break the silence with the name you say over and over again.
I can only say that I Register.

As I Disappear

In the endless blurry in this allure inattentive that I accept that the cats purely contemplate and the impossibility of my healing and to wait...
If I go as the spring came, I felt hope again for a "new, out of the darkness is due, and that I was to light the shadow, a Hello just outside heartbeat.
Me Away, however, fantasies and desires are gone.
I tried to keep, but no desire to stay with me my wrist slit.
Have you ever thought what's next? Like every time you try to your self threw your return? And spit? And I have and tried to be alive, but the time has come, and I knew that to be true.
If an end despite my beggars in the endless blurry in this inattentive allure success I cats and Fur contemplate suck that I have not bad...
And wait for him when I disappear.
In the evening mysticism, the freezing nights still pleasurable clock every morning when I came back from the dead, the advent of night sleep Hunter blood.
Autumn is the autumn fell on us, and that the days went.
I looked inside.
My friends held hands as we skip fate that we moved.
As the clock winded, as well as I.
I hope before, hello.
I thought the man was back boogie, and nobody can care.
That my blood started to boil, as my desire to end my life to end my pain but I kept on fighting, suffered by the hopelessly beautiful nights.
Miss the Northern Lights Because I was too busy to drown in my tears.
Halloween is a sacred aniline advance, that the hope, but slipped into chaos.
I have the impression dive inconsistent... you get the cold.....
I have the impression dive cut itself ... and I am tired...
In the endless blur in this inattentive allure Wednesday as Memories This time, I would like for like every time I’ll wait... as I did disappear.
Sleep consumes, I feel so fucking deaf, I cannot even breathe, don `t believe that the blood, as it cuts! Not believe my body as it roots.
I believe that I am beaten, unless that what I thought.
But his soul, my harlot of this Carnivore purchased.
Trigger for me a bear tricking me a case of torture.
Coldest days are the night’s can I’ve known, and the nights are dark clothing, it would I’ve worn out.
I’d give my life to get warm.
but the summer is done... and I am torn into the infinite blur In this inattentive allure memories are now dreams I believe in me the darkness of sleep schemes another season, I'm dying as I disappear.

Black Angel Rose

In a world of people, I'm all alone, an angel lost in a world of people, where my people?
I was once, and how happy the same problems and issues, such as you.
But if I supported, which broke my heart and my wings have fallen.
A friend came down, a crow wings.
Reaching for peace, a place where I do not go.
Just as a man, seraphim's dusk.
I was once a man, but now, like an animal, wrapped the commitment I give recommendations and try to exercise restraint.
I look and more, and now it remains to be done, that’s. I'm trying to keep, but I slipped, dropped;
In a world where it is not obvious, in a world where the evil is, and if their times accompanied by evidence there was I lying hopeless.
And in this world is my suffering.
For ever be left behind by my acquaintances.
In the old methods inspire I knew, and in the shade, I will avenge and as the rain falls....
I see why.
In a world where everything I can do is to cry.
I look me in all that’s real, and by his lie, the other reminds me of and surrounded by false happiness, PEOPLE and manipulated, and a world in people, deceiver me.
If people try to kill me, I want is to die but if my heart no longer pumps the reason why I beg be me alive.
People for all that I lost and for all the pain and memories through the gel;
I want to be, they are what in me, but that’s s exactly how they try to kill me, they tell me I can not have this thing that in every time I see my face.
A call from my past, a call from my crazy, but in the end I have one thing that’s true.
A heart that believes a heart interests and even if all laugh, point, and stare.
And all the gangs to me to propose;
But when I touched the ground, it makes a sound, love is nothing, I am a little deeper, even more so, a river of sorrow, where my soul will never go.
So, I sit and look out the window, the world has me again.
I reach for the sky, but the sky has closed its doors to me.
The hatred the sheer lie because everyone in the world that’s good left.
Then on the thorns of the Rose, bite me of the beauty, and the timing of flowering, my blood will be collected.
A blackened heart picks a soul successful.
Tutor to those who sowed the pain.
So I lie down and close your eyes think of a world without me. Hide in the shade until the rain tomorrows.
A little Cry in the silence of pain.
Every friend I help today has more fun the next day.
I have patience, I try to pray.
But when I touch, I have removed.
Now I am awake again, The Black Rose guardian angel yesterday.
In a world prey that’s where I decay, my past stray souls.
And the devil in his I have my freedom...
My love for and gradually with time, I will not and the restoration of demons, to my duty, flood, places of reflection, I can never be.
Protect you dash suffering for what you’ve lived, my attempts, are my eye torture.
When I think that you I see the pain around and the fallen world

Fourth Song

Only the joy, now, here you are,
Diane to hear, and the ease my care;
What my voice whispers,
Sweet reward for the strong pain;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

In the night, all in his robe,
Glistening stars love lead thoughts:
Danger doth also carefully store,
The jealousy that doth sleep;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

The best minds can not find,
Cupid's yoke to lose or to link:
This sweet flower bed too thin,
-- We in the language of their best woo;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

This little light of the moon,
Give your rays, but reveal
So, I come to higher;
Fear nothing else, we can not announce:
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

What did you, but a mouse,
Dumb holes sleep, the whole house;
However, sleeping, Methinks they say,
The young people who take the time while you May:
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Niggard time threats, if we miss
The large range of our happiness,
Langer ere he stay the same;
Sweet then, it is that every thing doth framework,
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Her mother has just Abed,
Candles, curtains and dissemination:
They do not believe that you letters to write.
Letter, but let me first of all to the charge:
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Sweet, unfortunately, why seek to you?
Concord better fitted us:
March, the power of hands,
Your energy for your beauty;
Take me of you, and you in me.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Woe to me and not you swear
Hate me, but I waive
Cursèd all of my fate
This has me so high in autumn:
A short time with my death I ask you.
No, no, no, no, my dear, leave.

Not despair

Not despair you are not the man, and he does not booming,
Who are you that you need, when applied to light?
Are you not a man, and in your heart
If there is no war and thoughts of fear and chip?
Are you not afraid, and also in fear of cruel,
Do not, as usual,
Faint goal, the desire to be loved,
Sticking to a virtuous thoughts moved by the beauty?
Like your wife, you keep your dear children,
Secondly, this does not mean that man is reprehensible, but says they are.
But they are not. It's about your judgment
Presumptuous, false, totally pointless, but only your own
Trustless not aim, outdoors,
Done a philosophy prinked, beautified
In fine dress and in the world
To cope with the worst, it is as if the escape.
Oh know your own heart, the heart, that not all bad,
And in the context of the great judges,
If you need to assess, but sympathy with the life,
Or, you hopeless, the fleeing unrest

Mr Nobody

I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who is not that bad
In the House of the world!
There is no one never sees his face,
And yet, we are all agreed
What we break one record was broken
By M. Nobody.

It is he still the tears in the books
Who leaves the door
He takes the keys of our booklets,
And scattered Afar-pin;
This squeaking always squeal,
For prithee, you do not see
We leave the oil spill to do
By M. Nobody.

The fingerprints on the door
In none of us are;
We must never allow the curtains unclosed,
To ensure that the curtains.
The inks are we never sense the boots
What makes the rounds lie you see
It is not our boots, they are all
For Mr Nobody.

Bet on all naked

Bet on all naked in his bed,
And I have by throwing;
No headscarf, but the curtains of the spread,
No, but I cover:
Her head looks on the shoulders
Hang in Weisberg negligence,
And many of his reddening cheeks,
And wishes were his eyes.

Her blood is still fresh in his face,
As a message to come
To explain that in another place
This meant another game;
Her cherry lips moist, plump and straight,
Millions of kissing crown,
Those ready and unstopped dangle,
And the branches weighed.

Her chest, so that welled plump and high-quality
Bred pleasant pain in me,
For all the world I do not challenge
How fortunate;
Her thighs and abdomen, soft and straight,
For me only:
To have seen such a meat, and not to eat
Had malcontent entirely of stone.

Poser his knees up slightly,
And all the laity to hollow,
Like so on the terms, it means that they
To separates not forced;
It is sufficient that the Queen does not lie Cyprien,
Expecting in his Bower;
To stay too long had held the boy
After his time promised.

"Clown in color," quote she, "why you retard
such offers happiness?
You can no other way
Similarities to do? “
Mad, I thunder
Start on my arms,
but the smallpox upon was but a dream.
And if I without them.

(“O you mad, you superbly drunk!...”)

Here's another poem by Rabindranath Tagore hope you'll enjoy!!!

(“O you mad, you superbly drunk!...”)

O you mad, you superbly drunk!
If you kick open your doors and play the fool in public;
If you empty your bag in a night, and snap your fingers at prudence;
If you walk in curious paths and play with useless things;
Reck not rhyme or reason;
If you break the rudder in two unfurling your sails before the storm:
Then I will follow you, comrade, and be drunken and go to the dogs.

I have wasted my days and nights in the company of steady wise neighbors.
Much knowing has turned my hair grey, and much watching has made my sight dim.
For years I have gathered and heaped all scraps and fragments of things;
Crush them and dance upon them, and scatter them all to the winds!
For I know ’tis the height of wisdom to be drunken and go to the dogs.

Let all crooked scruples vanish, let me hopelessly lose my way.
Let a gust of wild giddiness come and sweep me away from my anchors.
The world is peopled with worthies, and workers useful and clever;
There are men who are easily the first, and men who come decently next:
Let them be happy and prosperous, and let me be foolishly futile.
For I know ’tis the end of all works to be drunken and go to the dogs.

I swear to surrender this moment all claim to the ranks of the sensible.
I let go my pride of learning and judgment of right and of wrong.
I’ll shatter the vessel of memory, scattering the last drop of tears;
With the foam of the ruby red wine, I’ll bathe and brighten my laughter.
The badge of the proper and prim I’ll tear into shreds for the nonce.
I’ll take the holy vow of being worthless, and be drunken and go to the dog

(“Lest I should know you...”)

Again this poem is written by Rabindranath Tagore a poet that has amazing style in writing poetry... I really like this poet because of his excellence in writing poetry... Wish I met him but maybe it's too late for me. The only way that i can see him now or meet him is by reading his poem... Hope you'll like this poem as it is written by one of the best poet in the world... Enjoy reading this poem and all the poem posted here in Secondattempt... Good Day...

(“Lest I should know you...”)

Lest I should know you too easily, you play with me.
You blind me with flashes of laughter to hide your tears.
I know, I know your art;
You never say the word you would.

Lest I should prize you not, you elude me in a thousand ways.
Lest I should mix you with the crowd, you stand aside.
I know, I know your art;
You never walk the path you would.

Your claim is more than others; that is why you are silent.
With a playful carelessness you avoid my gifts.
I know, I know your art;
You never accept what you would.