Arhive categorii: ganduri

Hackney

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Words have a different meaning now,

Since I changed latitudes and longitudes.

Things I used to read a different way,

Now they all sound like home,

And they taste like happy to me.

It was long before I got here, and maybe it took me some time,

But now I’m here.

And here we are, both in the same space, time and universe,

Enjoying the words that connect all that we were,

We are

And we will be.

It’s like saints and sinners in the same purgatory,

Except that this purgatory is filled with happiness and smiles,

And we’re all so grateful to be here together.

We all have hope in us, for us,

For the whole wide world that’s been so treacherous.

And at the end of the day, we’re in all this together,

And we’re on the same page of the same story,

On the same side of the history.

I’m part of you, you’re part of me.

There’s no place where I want to be.

Selfish

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Selfish is easy, easier than you might even think,

Smoking and drinking, aimlessly, carelessly,

And it always makes you think you’re on a brink

Of losing your head, your normalcy.

Repeat of repeats, binge living and watching,

Like being stuck on a carousel of feelings,

Where people keep on taking in the brainwashing.

We’re all just poor, trashy, weaklings.

Swings

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There’s nothing more you love than dreaming wide awake,

It’s like a whole galaxy hides in your eyes,

And whenever you blink a new one gets born.

The fire in you is warm and peaceful,

Like your arms are home, and your heart is not deceitful,

And you taste like coffee in the evening,

And smell like love in the morning,

And isn’t that exquisite?

As if you’ve planted your courage in me and gave me wings,

And now everything tastes like summer and feels like swings.

Easy Swipe

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How are words easy, the soul’s uneasy,

With touches so cheesy,

Swipes of left and right so breezy,

Tell me is it worth it

To set everything on fire,

Like a hit man for hire,

Slashing my tire,

Making me tired,

Making me feel like everything I desired

Was uninspired.

How are your words so uneasy,

My soul is easy,

And now everything is breezy

Again.

Gold

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The world is gold,
There’s never a better way
For this story to be told.
Through raindrops of butter,
And milky ways that taste like honey,
Something of minty flavour
And tangy scent.
I’m just this tangent,
Iridescent,
Purple dust of spectacular
That shines when you’re alive.
And all of this is nothing,
The world is less than rust,
And everything tastes like sorrow,
But if you kiss me like there’s no tomorrow,
The world is gold again,
And there’s no better way.

Dense

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And listen to me beg and cry,

While words can’t listen,

And I can’t die,

And all I have inside is a faint try

Of doing this

As if

It has a sense.

And yet I’m not surprised,

As I beg, and as I cry,

That words don’t listen,

And yet I die.

In me there’s do, but there’s no don’t,

And there’s no try.

Doing this

As if it has a sense

Makes me feel a bit dense.