minciuni despre cafele ude,
si nu e nimeni sa m-asculte,
si nu e nimeni fara nume,
iar lumea asta n-are nume.
si stiu ca sunt o redundanta,
in ochii tai sunt o sectanta,
si-mi place cand ma minti frumos,
cand lingi noroiul de pe jos.
minciuni de suflet cald si bun,
eu nu stiu de unde te adun,
nu stiu cand binele e rau,
si astazi totul e al tau.
si stiu ca n-am nimic a spune,
stiu ca pamantul meu nu are nume,
stiu ca tot ce-am nascut mai ieri in tine
e bine, dar nu vine de la mine.
Arhive etichete: poem
Lume
Am omorat un suflet pentru tine.
Era amar, stiai deja prea bine,
Dar nu-ti pasa de el, si nici de tine,
Si gandul iti era la concubine.
Diverse plaiuri si gramezi semete
S-au adunat sa te dezvete
De gesturile arogante si marete
Si de cafele fara politete.
Am batucit pamantul asta lat,
Am incercat si-am suspinat
Tot incercand sa dau ce n-am de dat,
Doar castigat-am cupa cu cacat.
Diverse ganduri, negre toate,
Ascunse dupa ploape-n noapte,
Imbracate doar in vanturi, soapte,
Trei jumatati si inc-o parte.
Am cautat ce n-am avut de ingropat
Si nu am dat, si n-am furat,
Si tot ce-n lumea ast-am adunat
Ti-am dat ‘napoi, cu sufletul curat.
Diverse amintiri din viata mea
Le retraiesc, desi n-as vrea,
Privind pe geamul fara stea,
Si ma intreb de ce nu vrea sa stea.
O, siguranta fara nume,
Pamant uitat asa anume,
In epoca straina, fara glume,
Eu am uitat sa mai traiesc in lume.
We Were Liars
We were liars, we were smoke.
That was utter, fuckin’ dope.
But we weren’t real or not,
I am supposed to. I forgot.
We were sunsets all around,
My hands buried all that ground,
All I did was scream and sleep,
With your claws inside me, deep.
We were once, but now we’re not.
Please, oh, please, just fuckin’ stop.
All this non sense, all this hate,
Look, it’s only half past eight.
I am
I am not my mistakes,
I am not my dreams.
My desperation does not define me,
And my footsteps in the sand are the best thing I ever did.
I am not the food I eat,
Nor am I the souls I loved.
I am but a piece of wind
And filled with freedom and light.
Good Boy
The self titled good boy
will pretend to ask and care
and he’ll pretend to just be there,
only that he’s so-so busy,
my darling,
but I swear I won’t treat you like a toy.
The self titled good boy
will ask if you prefer your boys dirty,
with manly attitude
and balls to spare,
and he’ll pretend to treat you like a queen.
Be careful when you break that screen.
All Is Lost
All is lost
And all is gone
All is said
And none is done
And by choice of words alone
I’ll be still just like a stone.
And by doing
And by acting
And by nothing
And subtracting
I forgot where is my place,
I forgot to use my face.
People
People tend to let you down.
Make you swallow while you drown.
People tend to kill your dreams
And it’s ok, so it seems.
And they also love to cut
Wounds so deep and all that stuff
People tend to disappoint,
And I’d kill you for a joint.
