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The images in my head have always been overwhelming,
eclipsing or completely drowning the reality
that lays before my eyes.
am I to see?
Stranger in a strange landa cooked meal in winter,
a warm bed at night,
a child, parent, love,
a home with a chimney,
the fields filled with flowers,
a forest in shade
on a hot summer day,
the silence of sunsets...
I look for their meaning
in books full of wisdom,
but sometimes, out here,
they don’t mean a thing
I tried to paint her
I had already set the background
the cold and warm colors, the surroundings,
the atmosphere, the light,
the soothing feelings,
the sheets on the bed, forever unmade,
a plate of fruits on the nightstand...
but then she left
and all I have now
is a fresh painting
d'une nature morte
with a plate of fruits on the nightstand,
the tortured feelings,
the atmosphere, the dust,
the cold and distant colors, the surroundings,
and her form, imprinted in the sheets on the bed,
Metamorphosesat first you crawl,
the thoughts that race,
the body slow
and then you stop,
and sleep, and dream,
cocooned in silk,
no thought, no scream
at last... you rise!
into the night
a lunar moth
in search of light
A FeastWhen I was a child my grandfather took me hunting in the wild forest near our village.
We didn't catch anything all day, only found a rotten deer that we couldn't salvage. It was getting dark and our feet hurt so we finally set up camp near a small river. We didn't have anything to eat, our supplies were over from the day before, but we felt good enough from the walk and the air was fresh and moist and filled with the smell of the forest after the rain and some gorgeous flower to which I forgot the name.
We just sat down by the fire, among fireflies and crickets. We felt happy and laughed at our grumbling bellies.
The sky was clear and my grandfather showed me the constellations one by one. He knew ancient stories that described them all. A few butterflies came round the fire and for some reason this made him stop. He was quiet for some time and then said one thing:
"Life is a feast..."
Then looked at me and smiled in a weird way.
It scared me a bit. We didn't say much after that, just
Metamorphobiait is a wonder all the changes
that one endures in a day
at dawn, in fear, desperation,
then words pull you from the abyss,
your lungs inhale a swift elation,
the eyes perceive a kind of bliss,
then clouds, dark clouds, again in silence
the rain, the wind, the sun again
at last the dark, the taste of violence,
the sensual rhythm of a train
and like emerging as imago
you exchange fear for delight
you are a thing of many faces
depressed by day, a god by night
FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
Rusty CageDon't perch me upon a cotton cloud
Or quarter me by the country lake;
No fields of grain inspire me now,
Nor misty hues above the creek.
I have seen too many daffodils
And belle bluebells too pall my soul,
These mockingjays do not arouse
A drop of woe, a drip of joy.
Instead set me off upon a barge
Where the shadows meet, by day or night;
Off to a shade where silence unites
With her soundless charms of quietude.
And leave my haunt with little tint
A monochrome wind, a fickle farewell,
And write to me once every fortnight
From the confines of your recent grave.
And here let there be no robin's song,
No blackbird's lay, no warbler's hymn,
Leave me be in my rusty cage:
The throne of human creation.
HeartbreakIt's sad I have nothing left to live for
It's pathetic I have nothing left to die for
All I wanted was you in my arms
All I got was a heartbreak
Another day passes by
Still my wound troubles
Still I wear a false smile
Another year will pass by
And will I be healed then?
Never to feel your flesh against mine
Never to have your soft embrace
Never again to feel your weight on my leg
I wanted to say I belived the lie
I still want to say the truth
There was no truth
There was only Lies
What happens to the Soldier in world peace?
What happens to the Warrior when there's nothing left to fight?
What happens to the poet when everything's healed?
What happens to my heart when you lie?
HeartBreakI need you tonight,
I think of you all the time.
I only just manage to hide it.
But sometimes it shines on through.
I've tried everything to get you off my mind,
I've broken things and gotten into fights.
I don't know what it takes,
But I wish I didn't think of you.
I've tried of everything,
But it's not enough.
I can't do this any more,
I need something to chase the clouds away.
Maybe you miss me,
Maybe you don't
Maybe you re-live memories of our time together,
Maybe you don't.
When you see me smiling,
Is when you will finally know I'm okay.
But don't be deceived by my mask.
Not every smile is happy.
Sometimes they are a plea for help.
They are there to say I am fine,
When in reality I am dying inside.
I've been searching,
But all that I have found,
Is I'm standing alone in the crowd.
And I need you.
I need you more than ever.
I can't do this any more.
I need something to chase the clouds away.
Autumn ReverieFalling leaves broke a rhyme
Creating the new song of life
A storm is growing far away
And I'm still here but must leave
The last train is leaving now
Fades beyond the crystal lake
And my heart just goes with it
Leaves just keep falling.
The sound of this train reels inside
Bringing back memories of
Somehow I knew I'll end up as this
In this place I loved so much
That feels empty now, without anyone
A reminder of innocent youth.
Somewhere, beneath the waves
Maybe I'll find the peace
That I've always refused
I dream of you. I remember us.
Years passed me by, people came and left
Some taking parts of me somewhere
But in this night, oh, I still love
And maybe you'll whisper someday
"Come, hold me, love me"
And I will surely come.
Tears of autumn stain this old skin
And heal the wounds of time
I think of all of you
And I take faltering steps
In the rain.
ecaping heartbreakwhen she cries her tears are edged with mascara and knowledge.
she's hiding under the layers and layers of makeup he slathered onto her. for the sake of making her beautiful. she's so used to the same product, but she knows she needs a new makeup remover. one that will work, wipe and clear her mind. because she doesn't need this -- but she wants it.
she's digging through the chaos of her mind, struggling to find a piece of clarity. but all she can find is despair and nights on the couch with ice cream in her lap and a phone to her ear. i thought he was the one for me, but i was wrong. again. it hurts, and sometimes when the clarity strikes her across the cheeks she realises she can't do it anymore. she can't take this anymore.
she murmurs to herself like she's suffering from a mental illness. 'he was this to me. he was that to me. but she's never asked herself what she really wanted. all she's been taught to do, time after time, was to keep his smiles
HeartbreakYou know it's coming when you can feel it in your heart, you just can't tell when it will happen but you know it is coming. The pain is lingering in the pit of your stomach, lingering until the words are spoken and the deed is done. Then it will slowly rise from the depths of your insides, making it's way to your heart and once there it will grab hold and give a squeeze.
The first one will be mild but sharp, then as it gets a good grip you will truly feel it crushing your heart. This blow will bring you to your knee's and make you wish for the sweet quietness of death and in a way you will die but only for a short time, not long enough for the pain to pass, just long enough for it to set in deeper, it wil squeeze harder till finally it breaks you inside, breaks you into pieces.
These pieces will heal but only with time and they will leave scars, scars that get thicker each time it happens. Sometimes will hurt more than others, yet each time you don't see how it can hurt anymore than it
HeartbreakYou never know what you have until you lose it, and once you lose it, you can never get it back.
My heart was taken by you... broken by you... and now it is in pieces because of you.
Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.
You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in love with you and I don't know why.
A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried.
Wanting him is hard to forget, loving him is hard to regret, losing him is hard to accept, but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.
Sometimes the memories are worth the pain.
Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye.
For a few minutes you made me feel as though I actually meant something to someone.
We are afraid to care to much, for fear that the other per
Kiss of Darkness
Kiss of Darkness,
run through me.
Give me blood
that I may be.
Last deep breath,
Grip like stone
Kissing death and
Love and HeartbreakIt started with a look, a smile, a flirt
I wasn't looking for a boyfriend
But there you were, so perfect
Or so I thought
I gave myself to you
In all the ways one can
Heart, mind, body, and soul
I let you in
I started including you
In my thoughts, dreams, and plans
And letting you in to my crazy little world
Because I loved you
You were my first
My first kiss, my first lover, my first equal
My first heartbreak
And you probably won't be my last
Because despite the fact that I'm so scared
To ever open myself up and trust someone again
I have so much left to give
And so much I want to receive
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
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