Candelina poetry

By the side of glassed window hot hot coffee with more caffeine against me and an ordinary coffee at my table, You are colored with imperfect mixture of the milk  and I the coffee waits to mix within you, The world looks winter through my eyes on the wooden chair at the café and the weather looks autumn , I feel wet by the chilly eyes of you and I feel summer by the touch of your Dutch fingers It isn't magic but I died again and again inside the brownly colored eyes and I get rebirth through the lips of Cherry red , It's just us through the winter under the stars and beneath the hardly woollen blanket, You have a body of the independent paints mostly gold and I want to caged into it till the time freeze, You the three word poem echoes in the night and the day like a lost sound of a magicians whistle in the early jungle, And I get lost into a poem by the name of you.... candelina

I just wish you are my hero but Unfortunately you are the man I never even want to be for a Second in my life, I still remember the days when y You lift me on your shoulder and Move through the town, I still remember those days when You loved me like nothing I know That your days are horrible and Your life is so miserable than More of the people in this world, But for once, at least for once You could have thought about me And my life of living my teens Under a father who doesn't care Anything about the family and you Know what whenever someone Say my dad is my hero I wish I Too say it someday, Of all my dreams and ambitions I Wished for in life is nothing when I wished for a father who could Care me and ask me about my days And advise me like every other Ordinary father in the world do, Sometimes I think that my life Will become good and the days coming Further will be fair than the hell I'm Living now but it never was and I know It never will, ...

When I found you out of the darkness you were a shining moon of the deserted sky and I some child on Earth watching the moon over and over again with longing desire to touch it; there were about a thousand difference between the gorgeous golden skin and the extremely added beauty of you and some usual looking guy with almost nothing in life but some words imprinted On some old papers; Yet you chose the most imperfect guy ever Living on the earth when you know you get Nothing out of me except some unconditional love and occasional care; You gave me the light of love which could Almost cover up the space between the bottom of deep ocean and farthest end of The protracted sky and I some old dry flower out of the garbage near my house and you Touted it with every inch of your cardiac; I was flying with your love into the world Which I never seen or explored before and like thrown stone on water I was doused Into the breeze which came out of the Ridge of your room...

Someday I wish I and my life could be as normal as every others, Someday I wish that the sound in the skulls stop once and for all, Someday I wish that I could fly like the independent bird and moves to place where there can be no harm for my peace, Someday I wish that I could smile all day like the madman without any worries of tomorrow or today , Someday I wish I could just do what I love no matter what others think or cares, Someday I wish that I could just sail through the south and stays there with the cold bears and starve for death but only with Peace, Someday I wish I could just keep myself away from all of my sorrow like the star from the eyes of people which carving for it, Someday I wish that I could sing a song of my favorite loudly and loudly so that I could forget the tears which flowing through my pity eyes for all day long and night, Someday I wish I could just hug my mom and tell her that everything is alright and our life will be good as ...

It was the very Eve of the winter I was cold enough to burn and Hungry enough for a feast, Went to the river at the East end of My little village there was fish and girls, Among the hundreds I saw eyes of the Fish which is breathing without water And playing on the ground with her Fellow friends except she unfortunately Looked human, I must've say she is a painting except Looked alive and painted white of too Much of beauty enough to beat the picture of the running horses at the very comfortable farm on a earlier spring , Her eyes met mine and I frozen to death Winter is the least reason I must say And by the end of the moment I had Crossed several sea and at a mountain Holding her hand and she said by looking Down this is hell of a beauty so did i At her, I was at teen and She too but giggled With her mates without the care of the Surrounding or the world and it made Me to care and admired by her, I do want to go near and tell her that You're the or...

I just wish you are my hero but Unfortunately you are the man I never even want to be for a Second in my life, I still remember the days when y You lift me on your shoulder and Move through the town, I still remember those days when You loved me like nothing I know That your days are horrible and Your life is so miserable than More of the people in this world, But for once, at least for once You could have thought about me And my life of living my teens Under a father who doesn't care Anything about the family and you Know what whenever someone Say my dad is my hero I wish I Too say it someday, Of all my dreams and ambitions I Wished for in life is nothing when I wished for a father who could Care me and ask me about my days And advise me like every other Ordinary father in the world do, Sometimes I think that my life Will become good and the days coming Further will be fair than the hell I'm Living now but it never was and I know It never will, ...