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by crazydiamond, Slovenia Aug 23, 2008
Culture , Peace & Conflict   Poetry

  

In the memory of my beloved friend, Helena, and others that died young and in any kind of injustice

I'm asking myself what it’s like to be dead.
When I think about it I become still,
I can't even move my head.
Bodies are lying everywhere,
I'm searching for yours too;
there are so many that I don't know where to look!
I become so confused I don't know what to think.
Are you here or not?
I'm walking through all the spilled blood;
the mood is getting more somber,
the shadow is getting darker- I see the shining blade of death

Death is coming,
The clouds are nearly gone.
She won't leave us
until she’s killed us all.

She reaches for me slowly, I shiver in pain,
I cannot forget it, I scream out your name.
She stops right beside me, I can now feel...
Then I remember...
Your image, your being, your thoughts and your smile-
I thought that you’d left, but now I see that you have not!
Smiling at me, you open my eyes,
you'll always be living, the illusion is gone!

I don't see dead bodies,
I don't see spilled blood,
my vision is cleared and my head is relaxed.
I can see peace and a land far beyond,
I can only see what man would want.
Though death may find us all- that's all meant to be,
what's most important today is: to be!
Your memory lives and so do you,
I'll never forget you and neither will you!





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I come from Slovenia. Our country isn't that truncated and in too "bad a condition" as some others are. We can drink our water from a tap, our economy isn't that bad either (you can find out more on different sites). I love our country! It has everything-from mountains, and plains to the sea-side, welcoming cities and villages ...

I go to a music school, play different instruments, paint, draw, write, do sports (ballet ...), mountain-hike, make my own opinions, lead a group of youth at scouts etc.
I like to travel, eat ice-cream and observe things around me. And if you still want to know more about me, you're welcome to ask!
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Nice
Danish Khan | Oct 27th, 2008
Dear Writer! I am so sorry to know that you have lost some of your friends. But this is called life. In our life we are facing different difficulties, problems etc. The words which you have written is very good. I can feel the intensity of these words. Well done just carry on... Take Care



to mr. danish m.khan
ursh | Oct 27th, 2008
i am very aware that this is a natural proccess of our life circle, but i tried to capture a feeling that i had when i first faced death of my schoolmate and then some more deaths of my friends "came" after me (they were all young, and all of this happend in a short time). so, i wanted to put those first feelings when you face a loss of sb you love in this song. thank you for your comment, though:)



:)
Danish Khan | Jan 2nd, 2009
Cheers up my dearest friend... Take Care



Cheer up
Danish Khan | Mar 19th, 2009
Cheer up my dearest friend... Take Care

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