Arhive etichete: literatura

Meaningless

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Well, it’s hard to live a balanced life when music isn’t what it was before, and when movies are not here for your pleasure, but for work purposes, so at least I have my make up on and I guess that could be considered a win.

Starting with last year, I became somewhat obsessed with make up and other girly stuff like that, so I managed to gather quite the collection. But this collection isn’t worth your time or my words, so I’ll just leave it here, for bragging purposes only.

I hate how this time of the year makes me feel so weird, sometimes it feels like spring, but other times it just feels awful. I am swimming in a sea of mixed feelings and I’m not sure if I like it or not. Mostly, I hate it, but one can never be too sure.

I find it hard to come up with a conclusion, so I guess today words are meaningless.

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.

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.