Disposable poetry

 Take me where the sun lays down his rays, where the mountain opens up for me, where the heavens smile and welcome all. I yearn for peace Take me where I can live out my days, where the endless sky becomes the sea, where savage summer yields to kind fall. and for silence Lead me on the last road 'til the end, and make this flesh dissolve into stars that the road may be forever bright. but not really...

 "there is no place for me on this cold world", I thought as one more lonely day began. As the hours faded away, I saw all of me sinking into stagnation... a voice then came to me, quite a loud howl saying I should go, and quickly I ran. and later, in a long moment of awe, I came upon a realization: this life, so cold, so long and so foul that can so thoroughly destroy a man holds a glimmer of hope within its maw: a sparkle, a twinkle of salvation... "there is a place for me here, on the road."

 Après avoir longuement traversé bien des routes et des chemins bons et pas ; après avoir visité des endroits où j'ai presque perdu toute ma santé, j'ai bel et bien compris que, finalement,  ni la paix ni la joie sont des cadeaux ; et même si j'entends le chant du corbeau, je tiendrai bon toute ma vie, carrément.

 found myself hiding in the streets again suddenly riding along a new road forcefully biding my time, or my life? how much longer? after eluding the twisted sickle I thought visiting you would warm my soul but my lingering hopes burned into ash... by your absence I believed seeing you would make me smile but ended missing your sweet, charming eyes. I hope in sleeping I find you again if you let me

It's 2002. She makes a joke at my expense. I feel happy. I feel   wanted . I feel   needed . For once, I do not feel like an outlier, like a footnote on my family's history. My friends look at me expecting a reaction, but I can only manage to glance in her direction trying to steal a flash from those determined eyes I have come to admire so much. I get nothing. I think she is as nervous as I am, but she does not show it. It's 2023. I am sitting alone in a small flat trying to recall the elusive feeling of 21 long years prior and, to my surprise and grand delight,  it is still here . It's 2002. The war that ravages the country feels closer to the cities now, and I am a member of the reserve army. There is a remote chance that I will be called upon to join the military. Fear runs through the community, and one day I find a letter in my grey backpack. It's from her. She has always been a better writer than I can ever hope to be, but this time I can feel her tremulous h...

 I stand beneath a cloudy morning sky staring silently into the abyss. A pair of stately wings prepares to fly above the storm, onto the charming bliss. The goose will soar into the great white north -though presently it suffers scorching heat- This foreign land will give me my way forth as hope and blood with toil and sweat shall meet.

  For the girls giggling next to me in the theatre: I know this film is supposed to be amusing and I truly am glad you should yet find it so; for hope is the grand privilege of youth, and you, oh, I know you still believe, I know you still trust through your sweet, juvenile, evocative laughter...   But through time and tears many lessons I have learned that I wish you would never need to understand. I wish that your joy sprung eternal from the Fount of Many Bounties. But, alas, youthful maidens, Disappointment will strike you, too, in dreams... in blood...