Who do you think you are?
don’t even reach your dreams.
You only collect old memories,
and run away from what you love.
So, please, step back
I don’t want to
belong to your collection.
© W. Donovan
Tag: creative writing
Help me
Sky is the limit.
Did you know that?
Please, talk to me.
Because I don’t know
if I deserve it.
© W. Donovan
Dreams
My life is already over,
before it started for good.
Ended only on dreams.
It was injustice.
Buried my beautiful castle
and put a cross on it.
© W. Donovan
The misty truth
Is it actually true?
Give me the whole wind
so that I could breathe.
Give me the whole sun
so that I could take energy out.
Give me whole water
so that I could walk.
Give me all roses
so that I could feel their love.
Give me a rainbow
so that I wouldn’t feel gray
any longer.
© W. Donovan
Superstar
I stand in the middle of the dance floor.
You left me there. Alone.
In the Bride’s dress
I cannot move.
I’m here alone,
though I stand in a crowd of dancing couples.
© W. Donovan
Following the dream
Darkness it’s only darkness – you say. But what if you would never see the light again? Life in constant darkness makes you blind and you blindly stumble over gravestones.
© W. Donovan
Talk
they expect you to talk
doesn’t matter
about what
they expect you to talk
when you don’t
you’re nobody
when you don’t
you’re invisible
when you don’t
you’re weirdo
they expect you to talk
they can’t see you
they can’t hear you
it’s always not enough
© W. Donovan
series: inspire, desire, create
A crowd of gray passers-by does not let me break through.
I am led by a colorless world going one way.
Pressed in the scheme.
Enslaved by the monotony of life.
Helpless…
© W. Donovan
Painted Poems 