Poezja Kenny'ego D.

Kenny D.

Lubię język angielski ze względu na jego brzmienie i wytazistość.... Z jakiego powodu autor wybrał akurat ten język tego akurat nie wiem.... co do wierszy to stawiają one świat i ludzi w dosyć negatywnym świetle, moim zdaniem pasowałyby jako słowa do piosenki...
Risingson


"Oddworld"

Day like other days
That were in my life.
Nothing seems to change,
I stiil wanna die.
Should I live my way
And still be good for other?
I get nothing back,
Instead I even suffer.
Everyday I can see
How odd is my world.
For everybody here
My virtue is my fault.
It is something sad,
Times don't become better.
Most of people love hating,
The reason doesn't matter.
I don't wanna believe
In people's bad nature.
Or I am just too blind
To see what's the true.
The paper says we are
Created by the maker
As picture of his soul.
We're children of the Father.
But if the Daddy's like his babes,
Who knows, maybe "better"?
After my "happy" life
I don't wanna go to heaven.



"The Hate Show"

All these gazes at me
Are pines in my nape.
You're pushing it stronger,
It's paralyzing me.
Your eyes are piercing
Lower than blunt swords.
Sometimes the silence
Is acuter than words.
I'm hearing the whispers,
Silence was so sweet.
I can hear your laughter,
This annoying squeak.
I can hear your voices,
Attempts to ignore it failed.
Are you afraid to say it
just straight in my face?
I know you are close now -
Warm breath on my neck.
Now your pointing finger
is almost touching my back.

All the gazes,
All the whispers,
All the words that you say
Will turn back to you.
You will suffer
...because of them.
All the laughter,
All the pointing,
All the things giving pain
Will become taken out eyes
And broken fingers
...one day.



Kenny D.
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