Back to life

18 February 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ 2 Comments

Tell me how to fly
when everything flows.
I’ll rather drown,
than I choke with the air.

Tell me how to fly
when it’s difficult to walk.
I’ll rather stumble,
than I float into the air.

Ladybird

15 February 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ 5 Comments

I called that picture ‘ladybird’, but I didn’t write any poem for it.

Do you have some ideas?

Ballet shoes

11 February 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ 5 Comments

Wake up from your dreams and put on your shoes.
Start living the life you’ve got.
Don’t start the adventure to nowhere.
The next morning must be very real.
Forget about death and eat breakfast with me.
Leave it behind the door of oblivion.

Feel what you need now.
sing what is in your heart.
Dance in the rain with your dreams.
Feel like a butterfly, free.

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What if I’ve lost my life?
Wasted all opportunities?
Slept all chances away?
And let everything to miss me out?
Forgive me if I cannot.
But one thought keeps tormenting me.

I will not tell you that I love you.
I will not dance in the rain.
I will not sing, I cannot.

I think I should go home now.

Mask

8 February 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ 2 Comments

Everyone is looking at me
there’s no turning back
prayers won’t help
because everyone knows
the sky is empty
nobody took the mask off
I feel I’m losing my breath.

Monotony

4 February 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ Leave a comment

I’ll go where my feet take me
Don’t you try to stop me
I’ll be back, don’t you worry
If I don’t make a mistake,
I won’t find my wind

Mr. Freemantle [part 2]

31 January 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ 2 Comments

Because it’s too late…

Thank you, Dad.
Your gift has taken my life away.
And you allowed it,
that SHE would get in so deep.
Now I can only wave at you
from the ship of your dreams.
Dreams that turned into nightmares.
But before you knew about it,
it was too much too late.

Do not cry now.
You know, mother will always be with you
and she’ll sing you the lullaby.
Do not worry.
Be patient.
The time will come soon.
I will come.
And I’m going to drag you down to the bottom.
Like the anchor dragged this damn ship down.
Ship from your nightmares.

Thank you, Dad.

Fairy tale

29 January 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ 6 Comments

I would like to live in a fairy tale
so that I could always smell a gingerbread
to forget about the whole scent of reality.

I will build a castle for myself
and
One day I will meet a beautiful prince
That won’t be a trick
The world will be magical.

I want it to be real
so that I could touch it with my hand
and feel it with my own heart.
I want to believe it’s true
so that I could see it with my eyes
even then when it’s not dark.

It’s already end and I’m just beginning

26 January 20194 May 2019 ~ W. Donovan ~ Leave a comment

Mr. Freemantle

23 January 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan ~ Leave a comment

Thank you, Dad
for supporting me.
I believe in you with all my heart.
Today is the day I want to thank you.
That you reflected back
that glare in my eyes.
You were always close to me.
I was patient, just like you.

You may have always loved my tears,
And you’ve always been to sing me a lullaby.
Don’t go away even when I close my eyes.
Because when I wake up the next day,
I want you to be at my side.

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