21 march 2012

poetry

Steven Croat
Steven Croat

4000 Watts

The bottle swung next to me.
The shivers blink and want blood...
Time stopped, my ears became deaf.
Who will see me, when I cry?

Treasure of my being is the luck...

Yesterday the landscape became an alley.
They dropped me like an old book.
My soul is an immersed tank.
I know you forget me easily.

My soul plays alone on the violin...

In vain, nowhere any work.
If I see my parents' eyes,
The weight of inertia hurts me.
The pain carries off my hands.

This scruple beats me on my heart...

I am a machine in the volley.
I march (maybe forever).
Somebody's always chasing me,
I can't become a stone.

4000 Watts make me...

ako
26 june 2012 at 18:24

In Vain, In vain, nowhere any work. If I see my parents' eyes, The weight of inertia hurts me. The pain carries off my hands. ( I like that)

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Steven Croat
28 june 2012 at 14:14

Thank you!

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