Note to Self

Ey, ?qué nos pasa? Hace como seis meses que no escribimos aquí. !Eso no puede ser posible! (Disculpen los signos de interrogación y admiración al revés, pero no me sé los códigos)
Aquí están dos que escribí:!Comenten si así lo desean!

Note to Self
Times are yet to come
But cheers to what we have gone through
We have built up our strength
And if I had the answer to it all
We’d be long gone
How am I supposed to know what you feel
If I don’t know what you’re thinking
Things have certainly changed
We’ve become strangers
So far away
We have endured hard times
And it seems we won’t survive this time
We are far from the perpetual end
But so close to the mortal start
We just stand here tonight
Underneath the bright moon
And shining stars
Taking our last breath
Before the kiss of death

Time
Don’t leave yet– she said
I can’t stay in this place much longer – he started thinking
It’s slowly rotting away
One day we slowly start to fade
Time, it only ticks us away
What is time really?
Is it what we hear in the dead of night?
What we hear when we are trying to sleep?
A steady sound, that seems to go on forever
How do we even know exactly what it is?
How did they know enough to name it?
Why can’t I leave?
I guess the time is not right
Independently from what you want to do
What you have to do and don’t do
It’s always too soon, but at the same time too late
See, there it is again, time!
Be quiet! She raised her watch to his ear
There it was again
The deadly and steady tick, tick, tick…
He calmed down and gazed up to the moon on the horizon
He looked back down at her
They held hands
He let go and said “timing is never right”

Noche

Hola hace como tres semanas que nadie pone nada nuevo así que aqui voy, no es un poema aunque parece serlo, para ser sincera no tengo idea que es pero bueno.

Noche
Una brisa nocturna
chocando contra su piel
bajo el cielo estrellado.

Y es allí donde ella se encuentra
él la abraza suavemente
cantando una canción de cuna
El final se acerca.

Y lo que más temen
en una noche preciada
suele ocurrir.

“Es dolor” susurra ella
“Es amor” murmura él
y cuando corazones de papel se unen
bajo un cielo nocturno.

“¿Qué deseas?”
“No lo sé”
pero miente
desea que él le diga que la ama
y la tomé entre sus brazos.

Y una última lágrima
solitaria,
rueda por su mejilla
justo antes de morir.

One Bullet

Hola! El poema que escribió Su me hizo acordar de éste que escribí el año pasado. Es algo extraño, y tiene una cosa que no significa exactamente lo que dice ahí, haber si descrubren qué es...

One bullet

Never had it been real.
It seems now that we’re older,
I have broken the seal.

Massive confusion taking over.
Massive destruction ahead.
Do you see it and get it?
It’s hanging on an iron thread.

The battle has begun.
She’ll win, but what about her sons?
Nowhere to go and all alone,
Just no place to go.

One is after her,
As she goes for her prize.
It’s not much further,
Not out of sight.

Nothing matters,
There are no signs,
Like a lighthouse.
Like a cat unaware of the mouse.

Surrounded now,
One way or the other
A matter of life and death,
Love and unhappiness.

Tremulous to the thought;
She wants to kill them both with one shot.
Not possible only one bullet,
-Fell back, dropped the gun.-

They both run and instant truce,
Not fear but total pain.
Waking up, she’s there,
Oblivious and starts to wail.

Held by four hands,
She smiles and kisses them both.
She drops to the ground,
She had sold their souls.

Choosing to give in her own,
She wanted one, not both, not none.
The three wake up in the sea of blood.
Together died, and now revived.

If you had been there

If you had been there

If you had been there, you would have known,
When the war broke out as a cold sore.
If you had been there you would have known,
About all who fought and are now long gone.

On a warm and humid evening,
Calmly the German came.
Blasting their weapons,
Herding millions of men as it were a game.

They wanted unity and perfection.
They wanted all Jews and difference gone.
Ha! They could stand no objection.
They would kill all deformed sons.

There could be no rebels,
Otherwise they would be gone forever.
The leader controlled everything and all,
Even the worst of all brawls.

A battle arose and bonds were torn loose,
But some united and kicked plenty kaboose.
Planes in the sky, bombs in the air,
Sudden explosions that made things unfair.
People were trapped, if not already killed,
But justice wouldn’t stop even if death rates were filled.

New days had to dawn, they seemed eternally lost.
Everyone knew the war had a great cost,
But it was needed, needed it was.
The mere thirst for clangorous war was the cause.

Nations everywhere fought with great power.
Their hands were tough and their faces sour.
The opposing forces were quite strong,
But slowly reducing; they knew they were wrong.

Finally the battle reached its peak.
Many wished it back, wished it wasn’t death they found.
It was all left to meticulous technique,
And quickly there was no more suffering sounds.

The leader now walked in the crowd in complete darkness.
It seems he couldn’t hold the harness.
People got sick or suffered, others died;
It finally stopped with a hard collide.
But the leader ran away,
Because he knew he couldn’t stay.

Seppe here! again

Solo un momento de desparche en un día de desparche...

Love is suicidal

My love’s on a bridge
Dangerously wanting to jump
Myself, I´m unaware
Of such a dreadful plan

Considering all the options
He sees a friend up there
They talk about their lovers
Criticize them to no end

Regret struck the other
And down he went
But doubt hadn’t sprung
In my love’s head

He lost his balance
And fell from upstairs
And I, obviously unaware
Cried with pain.

Untitled

"Escriban porque las palabras salen no porque quieres satisfacer los placeres de lectura de alguien mas que no sea tu mismo." - Anónimo

Sin título

When it’s all said and done
And all the soldiers are on board
There must be something wrong
You come to think, “What is going on?”

What is happening? I don’t understand
The sea is fine, there are no sharks
No one has fallen and the sky isn’t dark
I repeat, “What is going on?”

Everyone is calm and minding their own
Seagulls are chirping and slowly the rain starts to pour
There’s a gentle breeze on our faces and skin
I knew it! So “What is going on?”

Suddenly, we see there, across the sea
Another ship, they said. This one’s red
Fear runs up our spine
These ones must die.

Rage and agony now reign our souls
The ongoing sounds make our blood run cold
Slashed here, cut there, how savage
Once again, “What is going on?”

They’re all gone, both crews, taken by death
I stand alone in the seas of the dead
Sudden pleasure takes place
Why am I feeling this? Is there no other way?

As the leader who walks in the crowd
A silent and dead crowd
In total darkness, do we decide when to die?
Apparently not, “What is going on?”

I’ll never be free, is the world around me that has changed, or is it me?
I can’t run this ship alone
Am I destined to die this way?
Someone help me clear things up, “What is going on?!”

I see some movement, a little boat
I wave and shout until I’m heard
The men take me hostage
I can’t eat and can barely speak.

I wonder; am I dreaming? Why don’t I get it?
Nothing makes sense,
Am I dreaming? Am I alive? Dead?
Anyone? Anybody? “What is going on?”

I start breaking down
These people, they’re not right
I don’t understand what they’re saying
I think I’m going to collide

I suppose my time has come
Never understood the difference between the beginning and the end
I can’t say I’m alive, but I’m not dead
No one ever answered what was going on

We die with doubts and sorrow
Happiness left for tomorrow
Rage and love in mind
Is there an actual answer, to what we never seem to find?

Invierno y verano.

Bueno, la verdad nunca me ha gustado publicar lo que escribo, pero hoy decidí intentar.
No son mis favoritos, pero espero que les guste.

Invierno
De repente una lágrima rozó suavemente su mejilla. La desesperación lo abrumo, impulsivo y arrogante, la tomo por los hombros, la tiro a un lado, y camino rápidamente hasta la puerta, donde se detuvo súbitamente. – Lo siento – dijo cabizbajo, esperando una respuesta que nunca surgió. La chica, no paraba de mirar por la ventana al bello día que se daba fuera de la habitación; era un día frió, con una lluvia muy suave, y agradable al oído, se podía ver como una bruma blanca se extendía por todo el valle, cubriendo hasta el rincón mas escondido. Nunca olvidaran ese invierno.

Verano
Un día como todos, el sol del atardecer se posaba en su cara. Al parecer molestado por la luz, cerró los ojos, guardo silencio por unos segundos y espontáneamente - Te amo- me dijo... Sentía que mi cuerpo iba a desvanecerse, no lo podía creer, un ser tan angelical, tan perfecto...¿En realidad me había dicho eso a mi?... -Gracias- fue lo único que le pude contestar, de repente su faz tomo un semblante serio, era gris, de atmósfera pesada... como si hubiera perdido toda esperanza. No podía creer que por simple cobardía nunca le logre decir -También te amo, con toda mi alma, mas que a nadie-. Cuando decidí enfrentar mi miedo de amar y ser amada, lo busque, por cielo, mar, tierra, cielo e infierno, pero había desaparecido... Se había ido con el viento como toda mi vitalidad...Era un día como todos, el sol del atardecer relumbraba en las olas del mar, pero, faltaba algo, alguien, un todo, tu.