I wrote two poems last night because I was a bit tipsy and depressed about life. First one is about the city I live in.(its in so cal), and again a poem to that girl.
I'm lost in the darkness.
The darkness isn't so dark, just it burns to open my eyes.
I yell out for someone, anyone.
But I'm still lost.
As the darkness lifts, I see the sun.
But the sun isn't what you would see.
It was the same and dull every morning.
Even in the city little life is seen.
People walk by and stare at me for my face, it must because I have features on them.
Everyone dresses alike as well. The same designer clothing with a red arm band that bears and elephant, with their flat, white, faceless face.
RETTE MICH! RETTE MICH!
Meine brennede Liebe für Du
Young love is dangerous by itself.
But mix fire, a torret of flames is in himself.
It was foolish of me to think that way.
So today I pay.
I was never in the same league as you.
But I did the things I do.
I drink the moldy yeast to forget.
But it only seems I forget my regret.
Today, I want to be that cat that sits on your lap.
But all that is crap.
And now I sit here waiting for that call.
As I down this alcohol.
A toast to you!