Steven Croat, 22 may 2013
Everything what we have ever created
gains meaning by us.
A minute,
a touch
no much,
a word
can be the world...
//
Steven Croat, 21 march 2013
Give me one more chance!
I would like to dance.
Don't break me more!
I am on the floor...
I want a new start
deep in my true heart!
Stay a little longer,
Don't leave me alone!Girl!
I just look back.
I can't stand your lack!
Please don't lie,
Never say goodbye!
These are the news...
I don't want to lose.
I really love you!
What more can I do?
/To T.L./
Steven Croat, 25 november 2012
The pine forset must
burn to the ground to new
trees grow from the ash.
Steven Croat, 22 june 2012
My steps disappear in the smog.
Chimneys of death just smoke.
Blue sky,
Did you cry?
The painful chorus of trees break the air...
Everything becomes dark there.
Blood
flood,
Heat,burning forests, acid rain...
The Earth is a derailed train.
Change the world!
Let fly the bird!
Steven Croat, 22 april 2012
The hoar-spirited bushes hide and lie...
The old glacier of the ice sky
Wears the hard coffin of chill.
The moon feels cold. It becomes ill.
/The sound of a pack of wolves bites into the wind,
The snow storm roars echo throught the wild.../
Steven Croat, 21 march 2012
The night ticking
and dissolved into silver dust.
This second can be the last.
Where are you?
(...frozen air...)
I fear
your secret
on the grey street.
There isn't a trace!
Just a huge dark space...
I see the upset sky.
I can't find you,
in vain, I try...
your smoldering light
doesn't wave in the night...
Steven Croat, 21 march 2012
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...
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