Phobia säätää ja poksauttaa pääsi jutuillaan.... taas.

Eli pistin tänne muutaman runon kyhäelmän, mitä olen tehnyt...

Death and Hatred

we kill for love.. in love we kill..
when we are angry we kill....
we kill for reason.... and whithout one ...
we kill for killing....
thinking " I'm better than anybody else! "
while we are lower than animals...
kiling for money and money for killing....
our history isn't anything else than killig and hatred....
Milions and billions are dead and for what..?
for one foot of land that one can't keep himself after death....
there isn't anything valuable under the Sun....
meaningles and futile....
we die and in death we can't have anything....
and everyhting why we killed is gone and turning to ashes...
so what is value of life..? nothing is value of us...
nobody has anything and nobody can't have anything....
still we kill...we repeate our mistakes untill the very end.

Seuraava runo jota en ole nimennyt...

Empty swing
Empty yard
Nothing moves
Wind is silent
and I
I'm still waiting
everyone waits
with me
Until she comes back
in her black dress


She will find me
She will talk to me
She will break my silence
and I will welcome her
as an old friend


I'll sit in the tree
and she will use the swing


She'll bring life to my yard
birds will sing for her
and flowers bloom just for her

Yard will have new life

I feel tired and sleapy
She close my eyes
and guard my sleap
Wind blows gently
and I will shatter into notingness

She looks the place
where I was
for a while
then
she too will disapear
leaving behind only one tear
when it shatters into the ground
Yard's time will start once again

Ewerything will rot away

The Yard is once again


Empty

Vau. Tuon ensimmäisen värssyn sanomasta pidin kovasti, vaikken runouden päälle lapsellisen riimittelyn lisäksi mitään ymmärräkään. Toinen taas oli hyvinkin kaunis ja romanttinen, mutta ehkä vähän turhan pitkä. Mielestäni se olisi toiminut paremmin lyhyempänä. Mun mielestäni jo pelkästään alla oleva pätkä on niin kaunis, ettei loppua tarvita. <3 Olispa munkin mies tuollainen runoniekka, mutta ei.

Lainaus :

Empty swing
Empty yard
Nothing moves
Wind is silent
and I
I'm still waiting
everyone waits
with me
Until she comes back
in her black dress

She will find me
She will talk to me
She will break my silence
and I will welcome her
as an old friend