Feeling FOMO

Feeling fomo
But kinda wanna
It to last longer
Being out of wonder


Staring at the ceiling
Kinda part of routine
Dealing with the feeling
Till the three thirteen


Gotta put my night mask on
N’ turn off the state of dreaming
Try to put less my marshalls on
N’ focus on the matters of a living


Nothing is done through the day
No shit is read, no x is found
Missing the last end of May
When I could simply cry out loud

P.S. I call this type of rhyme – gradual increase 

@настроение: FOMO; outsider

@темы: poetry, english

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Снова ночью

И снова написался. Хотя сколько вдохновение не шло. А тут за час, представляете, 11 четверостишек. Стоило ей просто написать.. Anyways,it's —

inappropriate

inappropriate 

It feels so inappropriate
To have a walk with you
When you've had plenty of it
N' even more with your boyfriend

I feel so inappropriate
Cuz passed three years already,
And even school is ended
But Im still over you

My favorite sticker is a kiss
I ain't giving sense
But sending to you, babe
Seems too intimate

Maybe my thoughts are true
That youre just a zest
When my sight first catch you
And pick out from the rest

Or maybe I'm too stupid
To distinguish the feelings
Of if im simply bored
Or truly feeling things

Well in romance called
Butterflies in stomach
But I feel just pain
And brain going insane

But nothing making sense
When there is no lil place
For me with you surely
While you're over boyfie

I don't mean to be mean
I don't want to mean
That i am hoping for a fate
Cuz it's inappropriate

So let's have a walk
Just to breath the air
Not the scent of smoke
I'd let off on your hair

And then at your lips
Well I'm going far
With my fantasies
So silly and bizarre

So I'll lessen the fiction
And try to get remade
Though it's not mine concern
It's the silly world —
So inappropriate.. 

@настроение: silly

@темы: poetry, english, needadrama

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написался

перед сном и за один присест. сама в шоке

Hello

Hello
You keep saying that I suck,
Well, I know it well as fuck.
Yeah, we are way back for a long
But said our first hello, just a few days ago.

I understand you are worried,
That our relationship moves too slowly.
I don’t think we’re that close yet,
That I can say more than nodding.

I don’t even say hello,
When my parents are video calling.
It is been seventeen years in a row,
I live with them in one home.

Well, how to say, they’re at home,
I am in my room, on my own.
“Oh, she is a sweetie, so nice and calm!”
Thought it was a compliment, nah, I was wrong.

All these things I’ve been told,
Do not matter anymore.
Cuz, fuck, I am a pretty grown,
To be acting to save the moment.

Just for you to know more –
My parents had to beg me for
Greeting guests, with a pleasant tone
And to put some expression on.

So the problem is me only
You can’t handle? Oh, then sorry.
Its too late to change the story –
Of me drawing, while kids were scolding.

And I am used to, to be honest,
To be emotionally lowest.
That I need to take a while
To generate response not that dry.

So forgive me everyone
For being so freaking dumb.
I think I am no good to anyone
Better to stay on my own.

@настроение: numb

@темы: poetry, english

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Russian version of

«Message of dead»

На самом деле "переводить" я начала сразу как пообещала, но последние строчки никак не шли, не знала как в рифму сложить завершающую мысль, чтоб еще от английской версии далеко не отходили. Уж придумала что то, не могу больше держать в себе. Да что там, если вдруг, нагрянет получше идея, изменю.
А еще, за пунктуацию я не шарю, а в стишке вообще потерялась. Понаставила, не проверила даже. Имейте ввиду. 

Послание мертвого

Послание мертвого

Пишу я вечером, сгорбившись над столом,
Речи, днем застрявшие в горле комом.
Верю однажды настанет время,
Я умру, спущу душу в тишине
Посланием станут дневника предложения.
Не ждите слов последних и в помине.
И в понимании и сожалении горьком,
Откроются глаза людей
Поймут, что в суждении своем твердом
Они ошиблись скорей.

Неопознанные эмоции ими
Не твердят чувства мне чужими
Тревога, страх тому причиной.
Признаю, была скупой,
На восторг вами подделанный.
На сочувствие не кстати,
На улыбку до ушей.
Толку то, не искренней.
Думала,  уж  умру, где-то в тени,
Навеки запертыми во мне мыслями
Но подломилась защита моя,
И наружу вывалились потоком слова.

@настроение: numb

@темы: poetry, русское

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Another poetry

Message of dead soul {послание мертвой души}

At the end of the day,
Writing down things i could simply say.
Hoping the day I'll disappear,
People'll get to know,
That my gloom was out of fear.
Cuz, my feelings're high, emotions in low,
And none of trait is what i meant.
You said you read it on my face.
I'm so full of anger to pretend,
Like we're stuck in some kind of race,
Which has a trophy at its end.

p.s. обещаю перевести на русский однажды, ибо название на русском импонирует мне больше, берет за душу глубже. 

@настроение: numb

@темы: poetry, english

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trying to make a song or poetry

Couplet 1
Everyday is a routine 
Last cabin and nicotine 
At the end of the day 
Writing down things I could simply say

Couplet 2
Hoping for the teen fortune
But all I do is just watching
Others smiling in motion
Well, I need some emotion

Couplet 3
Peoole ask me to smile more
To say "yes" in the words
Not just by shaking head
Up and down, or right to left

[unfinished]

@настроение: numb

@темы: poetry, english