This is actually a song but I'm not a composer, just a songwriter. If everyone can produce a melody of this, that would be great. Paging producers and singers. LOL.

Unfair

I gave you my heart, gave all of me
but you are unfair… so unfair…

A set of my poetry:

1. The Voice Of Despair

Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.

2. Nothing Else Counts

The streets are embraced by this threatening night,
She's sunk in his warm, not yet sober embrace.
They promised each other that things would go right,
Yet all their hopes stand for counting days.

The morning will frown - one desperate kiss,
The sign of unfortunate parting for two,
Will cease their dwelling in ignorant bliss,
Or blissful forgetting, whatever is true.

The well-known words in a new undertone
Of whispering voices are fading away.
The morning will frown, and she will be gone;
He'll vanish in sleep till around midday.

They'll meet when the streets are embraced by the dark.
With no place to go, to never be found,
With lives half-forgotten, with nothing to mark.
But they have each other, and nothing else counts.

3. Reflections At Four In The Morning

All days are the same: morning, city, the crowd.
Life's not going forward, it's moving around.
And masks of all shades on those ignorant faces,
A few made-up stories in cheap street newspapers,
Sluts looking like stars, dirty queens of attraction,
Gross idols of so deceptive perfection
Are doors to the mind of the crowd, so hollow -
They hear the call of the dumb and they follow.
Now passion means lust, now freedom means violence,
Stupidity prospers. It's due to your silence!
The weak ones are searching for someone to blame,
The helpless would trade for a minute of fame.
A couple hearts broken don't cost a damned thing;
The hopeless romantics would give anything -
Despite having nothing - for love, non-existing.
We've made up this concept, as something is missing.
Believe it or not - I can cope alone!
I never wished someone to call me their own.
It's such a delusion that having you here
Will help me get over this common old fear.
What's frightening? Solitude? Fear itself!
I hide beside you when I fear myself!
But it is much better with you than the crowd
That never goes forward, that keeps going round.

4. Heartless-can-be?

I'm wild and sometimes even heartless-can-be,
I'm fond of collecting illusions to ruin,
I'm breaking the rules life has written for me,
"Create to destroy" best describes what I'm doing.
I'm scarily dangerous, silently loud -
A walking disaster you'd better ignore,
The pain in the neck of a desperate crowd.
But I'm like a magnet - you'll only want more.

You'll figure me out, you'll get to the core -
One beauty, two fears, three dangers - it's me.
You'll enter my heartspace and close the door
For anyone else who I wanted to be.
My truth was denying devotion and faith,
And now you've proved right the opposite true.
A chain of mistakes is the sign of my days;
My strength will forgive me - it led me to you.

5. Every Single Evening's Plot

I closed the door of my dirty old flat,
I went outside for a short evening stroll.
I bought some cheap hooch and a condom instead.
I'd only arrived when I heard a phone call.
It was so persistent, so deafening loud.
Who failed to forget me? I wanted to know.
I took a deep breath for a desperate shout,
Picked up the receiver: "Hello! Hello?"
Just silence. An error? Wrong number? Or what?
A quick thought of you. Stupid me! Would you care?
I started to feel all the spirits I'd bought
Dissolve in my blood, neutralizing despair.
In less than an hour my neighbours arrived
And asked me for something they needed. Okay.
I gave them a condom and bade them hot night -
I wouldn't have sex for some number more days.
I spent the next hour listening to moans,
But envy and anger were still neutralized.
I'd made through the day, and I'd done it alone.
The neighbours calmed down. I closed my eyes.

6. A Desperate City

Hello to you from the gray gloomy city,
Where crowds unconsciously worship despair,
Indulging in dangers of constant self-pity
With naive belief in the world's being fair.

They have no trust in a man's inner power,
And fortitude sounds like something unknown.
They have no poets, just ones of an hour,
Who drown at once in the thoughts of their own.

With greed they consume plain illusions for dinner,
And dress them with lies when they serve the new dishes
To those so-called "pathological sinners"
Who find someone else's delusions delicious.

They have Friday liter-mates rather than friends
To mark that the week of no favor is ending,
But even with glasses of spirits in hands
They look worse than misery. Are they pretending?

I wrote this because I was outraged by domestic abuse. I know everyone likes fairy tales and decided to tell a story about domestic abuse through a simple poem!

There was once a fairy,
Who was always merry,
Until she met somebody,
A handsome prince name Cody.

Despite her Queen’s advice, they decide to marry,
Thus, it became a tragic love story,
If the fairy marries one that’s not true,
Her fate is sealed to die when the moon turns blue.

For so long, her marriage felt so right,
Even thought he sleeps in another’s bed every night,
She still refused to see the light,
She cries everyday waiting for her knight.

Every night as she lies in her chamber,
She thinks of the time they were together,
The sweet promises he made to be faithful forever,
She couldn’t help but remember.

Ten months later a son she bore,
But her heart was so sore,
The prince didn’t want a baby, and even called her a whore!,
Finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

She never felt so much pain,
When she tries to walk away, he made her stay again,
Sweet promises made her think her prince she’ll regain,
Now, she can only do her crying in the rain.

He’ll come back to her, that’s what in her mind,
All he needs is just some time,
Then everyone will be happy and everything will be fine,
Deep down she knows is a lie and yet for him her heart still pine.

The only thing that disgust him brings her joy,
She love no one more that he baby boy,
Whom she spoils with nothing but toys,
His safety she fears so she made a ploy.

She knows her marriage will never last,
And that she must move on from the past,
For safety, her chambermaid says that the walls she must pass,
Before the sand runs out of the hourglass.

Unfortunately, the prince found out and while she ran, she fall,
Before she could pass that wretched wall,
She cried as help she call,
Alas! Her baby was killed and she was left with nothing at all.

She cried for all that was lost,
If she only knew what his safety has caused,
Her love for him has end,
She realized it had ended before it even began.

So, away from the palace she flew,
As if God know the clue,
Long before He knew he wasn’t true
That night, the moon was full… and the moon was also blue.

She saw the moon was blue as she fall,
As she lay among the grass, his name she still call,
God wept, she must have done something right after all,
For God saved her from nothing at all,
And turned her into the most saddest, beautiful doll.