English Poetry

English poetry

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18.3.2021

Red roses

In the field where red roses grew 
with their thorns so mighty
so mighty they could tear your soul 
upon a gaze 
I never caught them in blossom

They were always frozen
always frozen but never dead 

In the field I stood
and watered the frozen roses
with my very own tears 
that I've cried for myself only
I had to squeeze them out 

It was difficult to cry sober 
but you don't deserve my tears anymore

In the field I slept
and woke up to taste my blood
the thorns looked pretty
but they weren't kind to my skin
they left red marks all over me

And sometimes red was also my mindset
I was but a lost kid; I searched for myself

In the field I felt calm
the peace came with the sky darkening
over the sleeping roses
and the moon was the only source of light
and the stars were my only companion 

Ah, the stars, my dear comrades
I knew they'd always come to me at night 

In the field I dug up the dirt
when times felt heavy I would create my own grave
and as I felt joy in my veins again
I put the dirt back in 
back where it belonged 

That's where I wanted to lie forever;
under the beautiful field, protected by the thorns

Cry for me not, as I shall return
my love will rain from the sky
on the red roses, bringing them back to life
on the grey fields, creating beauty from scratch
my love will rain on your troubled souls
planting red roses in your hearts

Dreams of old Japan

Sometimes I feel like I see through your eyes
Wandering the streets of post-war Japan
Through your fears, your pain, your grief, I taste
your wet cigarettes on a rainy day

I want to get drunk in a bamboo grove
I want to write books about Marxist thoughts
I want to read letters from Kazuko
I want to die in a beautiful way

Alas, I wake up to reality
My connection seems to be but a dream
But in my soul your torment lives on
You inspire me to leave something behind
And if my own words are left on my grave 
No one shall ever forget me again

Abuse

Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes
It's been a year, it shouldn't plague me anymore
You stole my dignity just because

you wanted to show yourself you can control
a young person such as me, since the old ones are a bore
Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes

It was all my fault, ah, the good ol'
hurtful words yelled, I shan't forget ever more
You stole my dignity just because

you wanted to own me, I was your toll
to use as you please and lock the door
Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes 

And when I refused to give you my all
you yelled those words that struck me to my core
You stole my dignity just because

you wanted to blame me when I didn't call
for cheating and being rude while I was torn
Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes
You stole my dignity just because 

Love

Our tears are but raindrops in the grass
the sky falls with the most gentle noise
We build our love from tiny pieces of glass

Looking at stars may offer some peace
The universe is endless and keeps us as toys 
Our tears are but raindrops in the grass

At night our worrisome thoughts shall cease
I hide in a glasshouse, seeking comfort in your voice
We build our love from tiny pieces of glass

The dragonflies come closer for a look, a tease
and the earthworms move around with such poise
Our tears are but raindrops in the grass

feeding the flowers, animals, sustaining life with ease
and the lifeforms in our garden are neither girls or boys
We build our love from tiny pieces of glass

Our hands brush and connect in the light breeze
A connection that no natural element destroys 
Our tears are but raindrops in the grass
We build our love from tiny pieces of grass 

Industrial

Lost in the endless machine smoke 
travelling through the memory of a steam train
My hands, holding a heart that broke

In the garden where rusty cars grow
and factories look out for the rain
Lost in the endless machine smoke

they reach out for the smog, so eager yet slow
and put it all over a bleeding vein
My hands, holding a heart that broke

Comrades, workers will laugh and glow
They've lost their senses, no fear or pain
Lost in the endless machine smoke

Watching the river of chemicals, admiring its flow
They cannot feel anything without a brain
My hands, holding a heart that broke

Nobody will ever see them play, throw
and catch lost souls in an empty lane
Lost in the endless machine smoke
My hands, holding a heart that broke