Shitty feeling follows me all day long. The only way to escape all problems was to press the button "play" on my mp3-player and begin writing a new poem... :)
This is my method of relaxation, sometimes it really helps. But there are some moments when even such method is hopelessly useless...
I came home earlier today because of a few things. So I have enough time to write something ..hmm.. special, I don't know. I read my old poems and I understood that there is a lack of something, but if I knew what exactly.
But I try to write exactly what I feel, to express all feelings that lie within my heart. Maybe it's not enough... I don't know how I could express all that I feel much ..hm.. brighter, I have no idea now..
Also today I read some sonnets by William Shakespeare, and I love one sonnet so much. Here it is:
Sonnet 150
O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O! though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.
Maybe later I'll post here some of my today's poems. ;)
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