Poetry

The Colour of Your Eyes

23. february 2018 at 15:41 | Nauesin

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My eyes are brown I guess
Don't know which brown, but brown nevertheless.

I can't quite fathom
What colour your eyes carry
It's so random
There's blue and grey. A little bit of green, like that of a forest fairy

I could probably find a bit of hazel too
I honestly don't know; I wish I knew

As I stare into your eyes
They manage to stop all my cries
They feel so calm and graceful
Just like your personality; so peaceful

Your personality viewed on the spectrum of your eyes' colour
It's calming my mind and my body, makes me ponder

You don't need to say a thing, I understand
Without anything planned
One look into your eyes and it's all much clearer
You are a human being to whom I'm getting nearer

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Básnička pro speciální osobu :)

Train Melancholy

22. february 2018 at 9:07 | Nauesin

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Each and every day passes by
And each and every day I travel by

A train so familiar yet different from the one before
Winter, as cruel as she is, presents spectacular scenery and therefore

I don't mind.
I keep trees and plains behind
As I keep on going forward with my destination in mind
It's getting darker and the lights are going on
A small village on the other side of the window

Outside in the cold
Where there's no lights, there monsters reside
Outside in the cold
Wild beasts hide

A civilisation, look!
A little something to remind me I'm not lost in a book

Trees in daylight so happy
Now seem more scary

Oh and the moon!
Shining all alone in the sky
Like a pretty flower waiting to bloom
And with the day, die.

Each and every day passes by
And each and every day I travel by
The nature remains the same
Unlike my memories of the day

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Napsáno na cestě domů ze školy. Doba psaní asi 30 minut. Tohle je už druhá básnička, kterou jsem napsala ve vlaku. Ačkoliv mi to někdy může připadat otravné, dojíždět do školy každý den, dívat se na ubíhající krajinu se sluchátkama v uších mě nikdy neomrzí, i když zůstává pořád stejná. Vzhledem k tomu, že je zima a moje výuka končí později večer, jezdím za relativní tmy domů, což moje myšlenky ještě více oživuje, so I guess... that's the result. (I still have no idea how to name my poems.)

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12. february 2018 at 9:31 | Nauesin
Jediná věc, která mi opravdu nejde, je pojmenovávání mých básniček. Kdyby někoho z vás napadnul nějaký název, klidně se ozvěte :D Nápady vítány. Tohle je moje zatím nejnovější dílko, tak snad není až tak hrozné :D


'°ºø•❤•.¸✿¸.•❤•.❀•..•❀.•❤•.¸✿¸.•❤•øº°'

There are times I wish to live a productive life
Where there's more than just a meaningless strife

A life where I am the main character in a play
Instead of a random Friend A

I ask as a poorly paid backup
Where do I find the strength to get up
And shine for once
I want something that actually counts

Something memorable, something silly
Something incredible, something chilly

Something adventurous, something amazing
Something blazing and raising
Challenging and something worth remembering

Something worth fighting for
So life isn't such a bore

I want something more
Get up from the floor
Forget my chore
And slam the door

I want something more
I want to float, fly, glide and soar

A life I won't abhor
A person I would adore

I want something astonishing to occur
To remind me I am alive
That I'm still the chauffeur
And I don't merely exist to just survive

'°ºø•❤•.¸✿¸.•❤•.❀•..•❀.•❤•.¸✿¸.•❤•øº°'

Quiet

17. september 2017 at 19:44 | Nauesin
(I just like the word "united" :D) Když už jsem se tedy rozhodla pokračovat ve svém "básnění", tak jsem si vzala na špacír nějakou tu romantiku, že ano. Love poems ftw! Baví mě to. Nevím, jak dlouho mi to vydrží, ale mohlo by. Nevím, proč píšu anglicky, ale přijde mi to víc "cool", než čeština. Pořád nevím, jak psát básničky, ale jdu s proudem. Píšu, co mě napadne. Občas si vezmu na pomoc rhymezone. Slávu nezklidím, to mi je jasné, ale užívám si vypisování náhodných myšlenek do něčeho více uměleckého, než jsou články na blogu :) So, bear with me. Read it, if you want. Enjoy, maybe. Who knows.

Poem #1

16. september 2017 at 12:21 | Nauesin
Never have I ever written a single poem before. I don't know how to write poems. I just tried. Something. Nevím, asi to nemá zrovna nějak zvlášť vysokou cenu :D Ale docela mě to bavilo. Pravděpodobně to je velmi klišoidní. I don't care. Nevím, jestli se z toho stane tradice :D Možná někdy ještě něco napíšu. Zkusím napsat. Česky, anglicky, who knows. Ani nemám vymyšlené jméno. Je to prostě... Poem no.1.
 
 

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