просто се оказа, че доста често ми е по-лесно да се изразя на този език. Simple Love Sonnet
I shall not speak of the endless rue,
That paints sad faces upon my fragile heart.
The ones who claim that love is always true
Have not yet seen its marvellous art:
It can heal and it can hurt.
Love is like playing with fire -
Too much passion and you get burnt,
You cannot keep what you mostly desire.
Love is also the second name of Grace,
She comes when you're lost into the night,
Wipes off the tears, brightens thy face
Through the darkness it's thy guiding light.
But alas! I never found love true and pure,
Which for my sorrow be the only cure.
---
Pain On Paper
I spill forth all my words
filled with dark grievous thoughts.
Writing, writing with my own blood,
I'm trying to sell my rage to the world
and keep the memories of happiness and love.
I'm between Hell and Heavens above -
a demon with a halo crying for Redemption
for my sins born from lust and temptation.
My soul is cold and my heart is closed
the pain I feel is like an overdose -
an overdose of nothingness I'm addicted to.
And it never ends because it's in the air,
it cuts like a razorblade...I can't already bear
this pain for I am too tired, weak and alone
my life ended since my love has gone,
he left me only with my burning shame,
he left me waiting...but in vain.
He's not coming back, never again
and I realise it's only me to blame.
Now I feel that I cannot go on;
I'm a sinner, ashamed of what I've done
I carve my name on the gravestone
and as I'm waiting for the undertaker,
I lean on it and spill all my pain on paper.
---
The Rose And The Raven
As I clearly remember,
It was the end of November -
A gloomy and unhappy day,
Unseen the vivid sunny rays.
I wandered there on my own,
There, in the woods outside my town,
Where the trees peacefully slept
After their leaves the wind had swept.
I could feel winter's ghostly breath,
Ceaselessly whispering to me: "Death!"..
Then I looked around in fear
And saw nobody...near.
There I stood in wonder, staring
Listening to the wind whistling,
With winter's ghostly breath
Ceaselessly whispering to me: "Death!"
There I stood for a little while
Though I knew it was futile.
So I looked towards the vale
Embraced by a misty veil,
Creating in my mind a strange phantasm
Hidden behind this white-transparent chasm.
I could see it clearly in my imagination,
But it brought to me this big frustration -
I didn't know whether it was real or not
That's why I was confused a lot.
Gazing upon the mountain's shade,
As if my sanity began to fade.
The scenery I saw was weird -
The dark mountain had disappeared:
Instead of it there was a fortress,
As black as night, engulfed in darkness.
It was standing in a silver lake of mist
And I wondered if it really exists,
Or my mind was playing tricks..
Oh, what a limb of the Devil, what a wick
Had brought me to that distorted world?
This riddle was never to unfold...
Suddenly the silver lake
Slowly began to melt away.
And right there was revealed
Another world that this time was real -
In the town cemetery,
Where our ancestors were buried -
The gate to the Underworld,
The city of forgotten souls.
In the wind's quiet and sorrowful song,
I heard the voices of the past where someday I shall belong.
They were calling me, they were drawing me,
As if they wanted to show me the unknown
Hiding within the eternal garden of stones,
Where deadly flowers were growing in sorrow,
They were vainly waiting for morrow
That shall never come to swing and ring
The rusty bell that would bring
Peace to all the souls trapped in between
The cemetery gates and the land within.
I stalked among the frozen graves,
The letters of which tears of time had erased.
It was a place where time had stopped.
Where everyone had abandoned all hope
Because there only Death was on power,
Wearing a crown of deadly flowers,
And sitting in a throne of skulls.
She's the only who cannot be fooled -
Try to escape her and you're doomed,
Her smile is poison, an evil flower in bloom.
I went on walking forward,
And there, at the end of the graveyard
I noticed an old oak tree.
But it was a sight I had never seen:
Its branches were twisting and entwining,
Like the numerous paths of life,
Like a wreath of thorns above
The silent, ancient tomb
Of an unknown king whose castle once was his home,
But not anymore, not anymore,
His castle was destroyed for evermore.
And on a branch there was a raven
Singing with the wind an elegy for the graven.
But what surprised me the most
Was a single blood-red rose,
That shone like a ruby in the grey stone desert.
It was right under the oak,
Also covered by a silvery cloak.
I reached out my hand to touch it
I felt it was warm, it was pulsing
Like a small fragile heart on my palm.
I was so charmed by its warmth,
That I had forgotten 'bout space and time...
Suddenly I heard a voice cawing from above
It made me raise my head and look upwards,
Right where the black raven was.
Then I could hear the wind again
Along with it there came the rain
But no, that was not the rain at all,
The raven was crying, his tears had begun to fall...
I looked back down at the lonely rose
But she was no longer red, she was dead,
The tears of the raven had burnt and turned her black,
I wanted to cover her and save her - there was no way back -
She was withered and dried, and the bird still cried...
So the wind sang again, a song filled with pain,
Then it slowly blew the rose's burnt petals away,
It blew them away and turned them into ashes,
Leaving in my heart deep crimson gashes.
But I couldn't feel any pain, anymore -
My heart was gone for evermore!
~Black Raven
*То стихотворенията ми са около 50...обаче да ги тупна всичките ще е малко...досадно
Аз съм си абсолютен веселяк по принцип. Обаче не винаги като напиша нещо оптимистично излиза добре. Някой път звучи и повърхностно. (:
