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Void

I knock on my empty chest
There is no answer from inside
But a lazy breathing echo
Bumping the ribs at my side.

An empty cave and nothing else
One crashed box and nothing more
A still and silent gray void
A without start or finish bore.

Lighted candles now do nothing
But burn out in painless vain
Discoloring my walls with shadows
Accompanying the silent rain.

My soul stares back with open mouth
Letting out no breathing sound
Blinking once, twice and then
Sitting down gazing around.

Papers lay on the wooden floor
I step over with noisy feet
Take a deep breath and cross over
Reaching the corner, the void I meet!

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"Ne qiellin e purpurte plote shkendija,
Do te shterhiqen si diell edhe endrrat e mia. E kur nata te bjeri si gjithemon edhe sot, yjet do te jene endrra qe diell su ben dot!"

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I made a promise to myself today
that I would learn to smile again
even if I had to scratch my face
and twist my lips with my own hands.

So long I opened up my jaws
and poured handfuls of pain inside
and pain stuck to me with claws
and laughed at me all ego and pride.

But just today a promise I made
and I'm gonna fight pain with a smile
and the world changed just a shade
soon my smile will stretch a mile.

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"Ne qiellin e purpurte plote shkendija,
Do te shterhiqen si diell edhe endrrat e mia. E kur nata te bjeri si gjithemon edhe sot, yjet do te jene endrra qe diell su ben dot!"

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It sounds me like 'ur stile, don't say it's true.....

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Vdes vetem ajo dashuri, per te cilen nuk enderrohet më (Pedro Salinas)

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What's true? That these are my poetry? Well yeah!
That's why it's called 'My poetry corner' I hope you like my poetry in english as well.
Bye!

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"Ne qiellin e purpurte plote shkendija,
Do te shterhiqen si diell edhe endrrat e mia. E kur nata te bjeri si gjithemon edhe sot, yjet do te jene endrra qe diell su ben dot!"

Modifikuar nga iliriusa datë 17/11/2005 ora 10:29

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No doubt!

There's nothing changed.
Congratulations again!

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Vdes vetem ajo dashuri, per te cilen nuk enderrohet më (Pedro Salinas)

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Thank you! You're so kind!

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"Ne qiellin e purpurte plote shkendija,
Do te shterhiqen si diell edhe endrrat e mia. E kur nata te bjeri si gjithemon edhe sot, yjet do te jene endrra qe diell su ben dot!"

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Congratulations Iliriusa!

To be honest with you lately my thoughts come in english too, when I write poetry in a good or bad mood and no one believes me they're mine. Go ahead!!!

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arratisur syrgjynosur...

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Thank you Football!
I believe in expressing your self and your soul in any way you can, even without words, like drawing or painting..., as long as you're doing just that, it's alright. I think that's what matters being original and expressing yourself.
Have fun writing! Ok?
Bye!

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"Ne qiellin e purpurte plote shkendija,
Do te shterhiqen si diell edhe endrrat e mia. E kur nata te bjeri si gjithemon edhe sot, yjet do te jene endrra qe diell su ben dot!"

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Why is there guilt

when I know it’s right?

When it’s pure and simple

why is there the doubt?

Why I feel like dying

for trying to live?

Why I feel like crying

for trying to breath?

Why is it that laws

sometime in the dark

Turn themselves in claws

to leave in you a mark?

Mark of nails and fingers

squeezing on your throat

Like some nasty diggers

wearing a black coat.

Digging on your ribs

on your heart and eye

Throwing on their cribs

the wings that make you fly.

And you sit down and cry

for a lonely season.

Then run to grab the sky,

blind or without reason!

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"Ne qiellin e purpurte plote shkendija,
Do te shterhiqen si diell edhe endrrat e mia. E kur nata te bjeri si gjithemon edhe sot, yjet do te jene endrra qe diell su ben dot!"

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How many hopes I gave away

How many tears I cried

Walking or running on my way

On sunny days or stormy nights?

And I still stood over there

Waiting for someone’s guide

Thinking all I couldn't bear

Without someone by my side.

How many times I buried hope

And found strength on its grave

I threw myself a steady rope

In the stormy sea of waves.

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"Ne qiellin e purpurte plote shkendija,
Do te shterhiqen si diell edhe endrrat e mia. E kur nata te bjeri si gjithemon edhe sot, yjet do te jene endrra qe diell su ben dot!"

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