Arhive categorii: literatura

Vanilie

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Legata in piele, cu miros de vanilie, se-aduna ziua asta ca un nor verde ce-si cauta zarea.
Probabil ca timpul s-ar trece,
sau s-ar petrece,
dar nimeni nu stie cat de tare-i chemarea.
Refrene se-aud si se-aduna pe cer,
inunda tot calul de ieri.
Cuvintele sparg tot ce-i galceava,
iar mersul mi-e degraba degeaba.
Nu am ce nu stiu si nici ce nu vreau,
astazi doar spinii din usa mi-i beau.

Ai auzit ieri ce ganduri patruns-au in lumea uitata de-albastru?
Eu nu stiu ce fac fara sorii de sus,
sunt doar un sihastru
si mi-e de-ajuns.

The Incredible Bird

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Spiked and roasted,
Left outside to dry,
Its wings are dated
And hazel’s the sky.
We have no figures,
No future this time.
My side is the greenest
As I hide it inside.
I have no memory
Of this place or of rust,
My beacon’s all weary
With signs of distrust.
Chirp goes the silent,
Outside goes the mind.
Your soul is soylent,
Your secrets behind.

new start

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my body is aching
and my time is near.
i hold nothing close
that’s even remotely dear.
my eyes are closed
and my roads are long.
i have forgotten
how to be strong.

history’s on repeat tonight
and i won’t go down without a fight.
lessons are learned and roads are hard,
but i welcome this new start.

Shiver

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This fear has clothes,
This smile is swords.
I enter the voids
And listen so close
The meaningful words,
The ugly steps of the herds,
And I count the guards
Outside the wards.
And all I’m left with is shiver.
Remember when I died in the river?

Time

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I started from pebble and rust,
I felt no lips,
I was covered in rust,
There was only darkness and moisture
And longing for a fixture.
I had time to rummage the words,
Time to get even in my head
And piss my own bed.
I had no reason to be ashamed,
Since it was single and despaired.
I had time to become the broken,
Lost in a pile of ashes and death,
Covered in screams and the ugliest breath
Life has to give you for free and to keep.
Oh god, you are neck deep
In this little child’s game of horror and tremor.

Bitter Loyalty

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„Have a cup of tea
With me”
She says really
Nonchalantly.
Yet, I know that what I see
Is just bitter loyalty.

She grabs my arm,
And I am just staring
And hoping she can do no harm.
Her life is straight
And poignant
And sublime.
Am I even caring
About mine?

She kisses
Gently,
Then she hisses.
All my reasons plenty
For not missing,
Wanting,
Needing
All the rest that she’s not giving.
Do I really want the pieces?

„Listen, now we really need to talk”.
I can’t stand that mock.
She lets go,
Pretends she cares.
I am left with all the stares,
All the pity in the world,
I feel like I ate a sword.

Centerpiece

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Preferred content of circly stuff,
I don’t know if I’m enough.
I keep getting my head stuck
Inside in and without buck.
Safety’s not the word to say,
I have nothing, anyway.
I just wish I’d be a dream
And I wish you’d die within.
I don’t know which words are true,
„Baby, baby, I love you”.
This is all just a big lie,
Now stop sticking out my eye.
Floors are wet and floors are hard,
I am ashes. I am lard.
Sing me songs of desperation,
Sing of holy desecration.
Memories of what and where,
Dressed in blood and red despair.
Centerpiece of hate and love,
As below, so is above.