And She Disappeared...

I wrote a journal today, and I think its pretty decent although I wrote it in 10 minutes and had no time to work on it. So here it goes:

And she disappeared:

And she disappeared… The emptiness of human words drove her into what they call insanity. The love for life was replaced by sorrows and despair, yet a small sight of hope gave her strength, however, in her eyes it was just prolonging her vain life. She had no one who could lend her a shoulder, where she could cry and express the true feelings behind her mask. Finally one day, she gave herself up, and decided to end it all… On the last minutes of her life, she tried to think about all the beautiful moments of her life; however she could not find any. She cried from the bottom of her soul to the God that she praised in her youth, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not fully believe in him. And she disappeared…

Missing You

I wrote this poem long ago, and most people think that its my best one.... So here it goes:

Missing You

I miss you like the desert misses the rain
I miss you but it all seems to be in vain
Humble as I am, please allow me to explain
We were like two inseparable souls
We were the ones smiling at the worlds
Yet my world ended up with the gates of Troy
Homer was telling my life story at the end of Iliad
Penetrated and violated. A disturbing compromise
All I ever had and will have is sincerely yours
Yet I saw another’s sight in your eyes
You are my becoming, my flawed mistake
Yet affection is all I sustain, however, in vain
I miss you, like Odysseus missed Penelope
I miss you like, the desert misses the rain

For thy Beauty

Oh come unto me my sweet darling, with thy lifeless flesh, possessed by the demons of the night. An angel worshiped by the fallen ones, the darkness brought by the light... A flash of hope, but yet thou shall bring destruction to those who put their blood upon thee; those who seeks thy beauty, condemnation have already found. Thy flesh has been blessed by the holiest of the saints; therefore thy life has been cursed by the worst of the demons. Thou have no wishes or dreams, no love or hate, no pleasure, just pain. The rain can not penetrate through thy skin; the paleness of thy cheek shall represent the emptiness of thy soul. Unto thee my humble soul asks, what is a life if I can not have thy beauty