My uncontrolled feeling

as if i look at too kind of sky
when i saw to the colors of them

all the colors jumping on me

i am blue, i am red and i am which color you see on me

sometimes i am on the head of match
sometimes i am at the end of bench in the park
from time to time on the back of an ant
you burn me with single action
you view the landscape from me
you feed me with the pieces of bread
firstly my colors are on fire
then i give them to the landscape
finally i come to myself again on the back of an ant
i would like to say while you think an ant
whatever there is between us
it comes from up and we should care on that
it means that to each other
one day you ll realize too
blues, greens, reds are going to jump on you
just look up.

Sometimes my feeling coming in another language which is not my native, although my English is not perfect. I don't know why and actually i don't want to know. Maybe is easy to express my self from that way. I am not interested in this. Something is coming and i just want to open their way.

This is my first english poem. It is funny also when i wrote " this is my first english poem." :) just read and if it doesn't meaning anything for you  be quiet :)

I wrote nothing for a long time. I was about to write but they did not finish. I wish that something will come from my side at the right time. Now i am on the time , i think :)

I don't want to check my words my lines, you can find wrong words, sentences etc. all of them mine and accept everysingle my wrongs.

I am at the end of my write and my poem as you can understand :) maybe i ll start to new one i don't know when.  i keep on my walk.

take care on your colors.
M.

never without song . But sorry even if everything is on the other language which is not native, Zeki Müren is everywhere :)