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I can’t feel anything, inside out
No pain, no hunger, there’s nothing for me.
Those of you left and right sucked my blood,
You didn’t get me, bullets can't kill me
Teargas can’t offend me.
Maybe I can fuck the tsunami.
Maybe I am too lonely,
My heart is melting in the sea,
Someone could help me.
Nobody is answering my phone calls,
Maybe I would die in the shower, you can’t save me.
My landlord died a month ago, and now his daughter is screaming.
If you could fly, you could feel me.
Don’t touch my heart you’re gonna burn him.
I moved to the dark side of the moon,
Satellite phone can’t find my location.
I lost my bones when you kissed me
Nope, it’s my imagination from last night's dream.
I am too lost find my own voice,
Maybe this affects you in modern society.
Now I write poems with enemies,
Only they know what I am hiding.
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These Days
Saturday, January 7, 2023
©somewhere in net ltd.
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১৩ ই জানুয়ারি, ২০২৩ রাত ১০:৫৯
জ্যাক স্মিথ বলেছেন: These days, I feel the same fukin way
But I can't write fukin poems like you
To express my fukin feelings
It burns me inside out all the time.
How's my poem? LOL
Good writing, mate, keep going.