WorldIsYours luule

Mõte tekkis kunagi kui ma mõtlesin allikast, mis mulle hinge jäi, kui ma pisitüdrukuna vanaema juurest ära kolisin. Käisin seal väga tihti, kui olin kurb ja tahtsin olla üksi. Mulle meeldis seal nii väga. Ma armastasin seda kohta, kahju, et see nüüd kinnikasvanud ja inetu on. Aga luuletusest. :)

Väike tüdruk jälgib vett,
päike sillerdab see hetk.
Vaatab kaua, kastab käed,
palju ilu vees ta näeb.
"Nagu paradiisis oleks,
siia eluksajaks tuleks!"
Sinililli, ülaseid,
kõike lilli ilusaid,
"Tahaks kogu ilu viia,
või jääda alatiseks siia!"
Tõuseb tüdruk püsti siis,
tuleb ära minna siit.
Jälgib kaugelt kõike armast:
"Pole kusagil ju sinusarnast!"
Poetab pisara ja lisab tasa:
"Kahju et ma lahkun täna."
Kõnnib edasi ja nutab,
kõige kalleima ta jätab.

Imekena :3
Riimis ja puha..

nice nice:)

Unistus

Lummatud sest kaunist ööst,
kus tähed säravad.
Mõnel tähel kiire sööst
üle taevavärava.
Tüdruk silmad kiirelt suleb
et jõuaks soovida.
Küll see aegki varsti tuleb,
mil unistust saab proovida.
Verandale teeb aset,
et ööd veel imetleda.
Pea padjale ta laseb,
et rohkem unistada.

Punane pruut

Punane pruut keksib üle ääre,
kukub aga hääletult merre.
Sabas oli ehmunud peig,
oh, miuke oli ta lein.
Kibestus ja armuvalu-
seda peig ei enam talu.
Sammud kaljuserva juurde,
vaatab merele ta suurde,
neelatab ja silmad suleb,
kas varsti tema lõppki tuleb?
Nõjatubki ettepoole,
tunneb tuulehiili sooje.
Korraga kõik kurbus kadus,
pulmapeaost sai hoopis matus.

Just give up

Some day we just give up, because life goes downstairs.
Some day we want to jump to the other life , where someone cares.
We know that world has enough love to give,
but some day we don't know what to believe.
We break and fall to destruction, where is no way out.
And we ask- how do we get up.
But there's no answer.


The Morning coffe

You are waking up early to start your day.
You want to stay,
but you have work to do,
you can't say no.
Stress is breaking you
and all you think is work,
but you don't know,
that job makes you jerk.
Children suffers, while you're gone,
husbend is missing you all the time.
Working is good, you know,
but not when you work too long.

Mind is bigger than world.

You are searcing something unavailable.
You are whispering something incredible.
You are dreaming about neverending love and peace,
you want something you can't reach.
In your mind, your unbeaten,
there's everybody round your finger.
But open your eyes and see,
that this is a life you feel.

Crying is in our blud.

We cry when we get hurt.
We cry when someone dies.
We cry when we fall in dirt,
we cry, when the dearest lies.
Crying is the sister of smiling.
We are living in a cry.
Crying means failing,
but we're gonna try and try.

Crying- c'ga

Mhm, nüüd panin tähele. :) Need luuletused aastaid tagasi kirjutatud ka. :)

Three simple words

I waited for you too long,
Why not never.
Why weren't we born
for living together?
Was this me?
Was there another?
Couldn't you see,
didn't you bother?
Two years I've been still
crying for you.
I just wanted to hear
"I love you".

Three simple words.

You left me here,
you went away.
I'm never gonna feel
love again, no way.
I'm standing on your grave,
crying, missing you,
trying to be brave,
I'm dead without you.
Why you?
Death made everything worse.
I LOVE YOU !
Three simple words...

Issand, kui ilusad. :)