Arhive etichete: poem

Nice and True

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The time is blind,
and maybe dead,
but all that counts
is how to hide
inside my head.
Nothing to love,
nothing to cherish,
nothing but stabbed eyes,
wads of cash,
I’ll feed you scars and ashes,
tell me – is it all about the gashes
of truth and dare.
There’s nothing behind me but blank stares.
I’d love to watch you dance,
undress your sins,
unclench your fists,
I’d feed you drugs and fame,
you’d do me on your knees
wouldn’t that be lame?
I’d use you
and abuse me,
I’d feed you nothings
and pieces of everything.
All of the hate,
all of the dirt,
the jizz and the squirt,
the spit and the shit.
And you’ll fall for me,
and I’d fall for you,
wouldn’t that be nice and true?

Firey Winter

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This winter seems so far away,
Yet it brings its shovels and false teeth,
Lurking in shadows of false prejudice,
It seems this shady winter’s here to stay.
It brought our leaders down and tossed them out,
It burned our souls and hopes and dreams together,
And I can’t think about the weather
With all these tears and screams and all the doubt.
It killed my friends, it dug the graves of something greater,
It made my skin crawl, and that’s gonna last forever.
It didn’t kill our spirits though, it fed our monster.
And right now „GG!” is all I can muster.

Girls

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Girls like girls,
Soft lips,
Bendy hips
And all the stuff that heavens are made of.
Girls like girls who like girls,
Especially the ones who like boys,
Especially the ones who like to play with your toys,
The ones who make you feel like you’re their toy,
And after that…
Girls like girls,
There’s nothing right with that,
There’s nothing wrong with that.
The sin is sweet,
Their skin is sweeter,
So let them cross the lines.
Girls kiss girls.

Poate

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Ganduri de-a valma
Se sterg cu palma,
Nimicuri ascunse
De mine uitate,
De toti sunt nespuse .
Păcate spalate,
Cuvinte albastre,
Păcate sparte,
Si peste tot, peste toate,
Totul e foarte…
Nimic n-are sansa,
Sperante desarte,
Ascunse in sine,
Far’ de cuvinte,
Si poate
Fara de tot si de toate.

Niciodată

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Culori prea tari
Și sunete adânci
Mă macină din suflet
Și până sus pe stânci
Și eu nu știu ce caut,
Dar poate știu ce pierd,
Și-n sinea mea tot plâng
Și tot mă cert…
Ca cerul e prea sus,
Și poate prea albastru,
Că nu cred în Iisus
Și nici în Daniil sihastru
Și poate că îmi place orezul cu creveți
Și statul până noaptea la povești,
Dar toate astea poate că nimic nu-nseamnă
Dacă nu te am pe tine și la toamnă.

Și cel mai sigur e
Te vreau și după-aceea,
Când zăpușeala trece,
Și trece și femeia,
Când vine iarna, primăvara și vara
Inc-odată,
Eu nu te voi lăsa să pleci.
Nu. Niciodată.

Harry

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masksyou spill your blood
from biting your whole tongue,
because all that laughter
is misery after
your face got caught up
in all of your lies.
with you, everything’s fake
and it dies.
your nails dig deep
and within your skin
are graves and corpses.
there die a thousand noises,
your dreams, your hopes
and all of your poises.

disintegration is your preferred state,
personalities – you have like eight,
your mind is dull, your heart is plate,
no wonder you’re not worth the wait.

the situation may seem kind of hairy,
if it weren’t for the dairy
you seem to be ingesting very,
as well as fruits, and souls, and bodies, Harry.

Pic.

Autopoem

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Si-mi curge parul galben, rauri,
Doar sub ureche, pan’ la umeri,
Si ochii mei albastri sunt ca cerul,
Dar le lipseste sarea si piperul.
La mijloc as fi eu o trastioara,
De nu mananc, da’ burta-o sa doara,
Asa ca bag in mine, ca-nfruptata,
Aripile de pui, cartofii si-nghetata.
Si merg agale si domol pe strada,
Ca toata lumea sa apuce sa ma vada,
Cat de frumoasa mi-s si cat de tare,
Si ce putin imi pasa, cat ma doare.