Lo...?

Despair is usually blue in the morning, have you noticed?

It crumbles down the hills of your shoulders through your tiny vain hairs and reaches your nails.

And you try to get it off, shaking your fingers nervously, as if you’d play Beethoven’s Conzerto on the piano.

But time is running from you and you soon realise dispair can wait, because you have more important things to do: like going to work.

Monotony draws up on you after the first coffee break. It grabbs you onto your work chair, holds your irises tightly smashed upon your computer screen and it screams. It screams so hard you’d wish to hear the sweet song of a baby crying.

At last, it’s evening. And you’re home, in your bed, with your thoughts. And do you really care about living? Or dying? At all?

You sleep for a couple of hours, then you wake up. A new blue morning to embrace!

You suddenly think about something you haven’t thought about in a long while. Something that makes you smile for a fraction of a second, then boils down onto your deepest gut raising some sort of pain grim. A vague mixture of feelings.

A word, yes, it’s a word. What was it again? Something with “L”... La-Le-Likeness?

No, that’s not it... La-Le.. Lo... Lo!-something... LO...

Nevermind, clock’s ticking and you have more important things to do!

Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

 Valentine -- Carol Ann Duffy

Eu si tu

Eu si Tu

de Ionut Adrian Petrovan

Acelasi tu
Stai langa mine
Asculta-mi bine
Vocea, eu
Vorbesc cu tine
Tu, langa mine
M-asculti mereu.
As vrea ca eu
Pe langa tine
Sa fiu mereu.
In sufletul
Ce de cristal
Se-ascunde eul
Tau spectral
Dar tu cu mine
Eu langa tine
Tu langa mine
Stam
Si un ocean
De infinite
Ni se ascunde
In clipite
Ne doream
Sa fim oriunde
Dar totdeauna
Eu langa tine
Tu langa mine
Pe drum pornit
Spre infinit
Al nostru suflet
Nedespartit.
Cu amandoi,cu fiecare
In departare
Noi contemplam
O nastere,poate o moarte
Asteptam.

PS: sa vada lumea cat de narcisista sunt si cat ma pot lauda: eu am contribuit la partea "cu amandoi, cu fiecare" =))

Strigoi

Muta mi-e gura.
Si bratele-mi grele.
Paralizat intreg corpul.
Si ochii-mi sunt stinsi.

Mumie, dar vie.

Moarta, dar... nu.
Un muschi inca misca si bate anemic.
Bate periodic la poarta oricui:

Oricui de l-ar vrea si de l-ar voi.
Oricui care-ar stii ce sa faca cu el
sau de-ar mai putea sa-nvie ceva
din lesul-gramada ramas nimanui.

Mumie, dar vie.

Moarta, dar... nu.
Un muschi inca misca si bate anemic.
Bate periodic, dar nu pentru tine.

Auzul tau tanar nu poate sa simta
zgomotul had al unui batran
lipsit de nadejde, lipsit de vointa.
Muzica ta... nu rade plangand.

Si de mi-ai vrea carnea ce bate anemic,
si de-ai 'nvia ceva din intreg,
la ce folos oare, gramada de oase?
Mortii cu vii nu merg de fel...

29.07.2010

The Exies - My goddess

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special dedication for a special someone. :)

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Sfarsesc fiecare zi cu un semn de exclamatie. Reincep fiece dimineata cu un semn de intrebare. Logica e cumva prea complexa. Chiar si pentru mine...

Undeva, de-a lungul a 24 de ore infernale, sufletul meu se zbate, lumea se ineaca, natura renaste si moare totodata. In mijlocul lor, a toate, stau eu - a nimanui, si risipesc orice rationament bolnav, omor demoni din sertare si schelete din dulapuri, fac o curatenie generala. Pun punctul. Dau pagina si pun capul pe perna.

Insa destinul nu doarme si timpul mi-e dusman. O dimineata noua se sparge in geam. Si vine... E aici. Si iar ma-ntreb.

Un altfel de "Noapte buna"

Sa te aflu,

Sa te vad,

Sa te ating,

Sa te respir,

Sa-ti vorbesc,

Sa ma-ntelegi,

Sa te sarut,

Sa te alint,

Sa te mangai,

Sa te rasfat,

Sa te strang la piept,

Sa te privesc,

Sa te dezbrac,

Sa te admir,

Sa ma joc in parul tau,

Sa-ti rasfat corpul,

Sa ne daruim,

Sa facem dragoste in nori,

Sa fii al meu, sa fiu a ta,

Sa ma iubesti,

Sa te iubesc,

Sa fii fericit,

Sa ne tinem in brate,

Sa-mpărtim o tigara,

Sa ne soptim vorbe dulci,

Sa fii tu,

Sa fiu eu,

Sa fim Noi.

As faith would have it...

Do you know how it feels like to know all your features without being able to touch you?
Or not to quit smoking because I'm waiting for the moment we'd share a cigarette together along with some wine and a hug?
How every guy that wants me sickens me because he's not you?
Have you ever sacrificed your last moments before you fell asleep to think of me or spent the first thoughts of a fresh morning wondering how I've slept?
Have you thought of moving to another time or place out of love?
Do you ever feel you'd breathe in vain if I'd die tomorrow?
Or do you feel anxious if you ever get to spend more than two days without hearing from me?
Am I the first person you call when you're happy or when you're sad?
Am I the last person you'd ever want to hurt?
Did you ever fantasize about our future together? Did you ever wonder how it would be like?
How our kids would look like? How we'd look like together when we're grey and old?
How my hair would feel on your skin?
How your fingers would feel as they would be touching my face?
And how your lips would feel on mine?
Have you ever wondered how my shoulders smell like in the summer?
Or how I like to drink my coffee in the morning?
Ever thought your life is cursed with impossible desires?


As faith would have it... I did. So many times I did. And I still do. But I'm still addicted to you.