love tastes like yellow with green middles.
it has burnt out,
with fresher insides,
and all that’s left is ashes and forgotten stuff.
i love you still and i can’t get enough.
Arhive etichete: poem
furies
these angels of yours are hidden in spaces,
they’re lost without wings,
they have ugly faces,
they dig up your grave,
they bury you deep in it,
they spit on your god
and you know they mean it.
these demons of yours are roaming the heavens,
they’ve lost all their heat,
they have only sevens,
their aces are gone,
they left you alone,
without a crown and a throne.
these empties around you have summoned the furies,
this sentence is madness,
it’s killed all the juries,
all of the people that lived here are dead.
tell me, when are you going
to kill yourself instead?
Clocks
My clock stopped working long ago
And I didn’t even know
That all the misery and pain
Have left me nothings, left me vain.
My skyline is so undisturbed
And nothing seems to be quite as I hoped.
But as I hop through life and death
I will become what I forget.
And all this sweetness of forgotten
I will forgive, and you’ll be gotten.
And all those smiles, so cheap and vile
Will leave me empty in a mile.
The Good Book
The good word has dried my lips
All my sins and all my guilts
Are now resting on my hips.
Do you know whose fault is this?
The good man is just a story
Filled with heart and filled with glory.
But a story nonetheless.
See, he left me. I’m a mess.
The good book has told me lies,
Now I know everything dies.
In the end, it doesn’t matter.
We are dust and we will scatter.
Strangest
The strangest magics run through me
They follow blood
And listen to the sea
And everything’s so deep
And I can’t see
What’s standing right in front of me.
The strangest words are uttered by non sense
I am right here, living in present tense.
And I can’t seem to find again my innocence
I am as lost as you, but I’m not burning as intense.
The strangest feelings in the loneliest of hours,
Please let me listen how my soul devours
Moments so true, so fake, so unforgotten
Moments of awkward peace
As you hit rock bottom.
The strangest thoughts I never dreamt of having
Are running through my ugly veins,
And I am shaking
Because I found what I have never searched for
It’s just this corpse, so ridden and so worried
That I longed for.
Baby
Baby do you even know my sides?
I see you once a week
And then I kiss him on the cheek
And I talk to him all night
Still you quiet all my frights.
I have you on my left,
Because I am always right and good
And then I go at home and eat my food
While sitting on another left.
Everything I do with you is theft.
Baby are you even scared?
Everything that’s holy and complete
I’m making messes to make ends meet
I’m lying and I’m cheating.
All the wars are false and I am winning.
Tuddles
I dream of you,
My long lost boy,
I dream you furry,
Playing with a toy.
Barking at the wrongest people ever,
Peeing in the house. Me?! Never!
You’ll be my pal, my blanky and my dog,
You’ll play all night and I’ll sleep like a log.
I’ll feed you crackers, broken plushies, maybe socks,
You’ll feed me love and you will pee on rocks.
I think of you, from time to time,
Wishing that you were truly mine,
But until then, Tuddles, my dear,
I’ll be right here,
Dreaming,
Having a beer.
