It seems that the first time i entered you
i've lost some crucial part of me inside you
and so i come inside you
again and again and again
trying desperately to regain it
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC
I don't believe in existence of soul
but there must be something inside me
with a hole growing in it
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
At fortnight it awakes and grows
It runs between a shoe and toes
It hisses, rustles, up it goes
And resonates
It softly comes, it quietly leaves
Behind a knot one can unweave
In hundred ways
The mist that falls upon the lawn
On summer days
Then, in the hour before the dawn
It resonates
Its tongue is pretty poor for words
It speaks instead in subtle chords
No one can play
There, in the shades, black, blue and green
There, in the cut between the scenes
There, where it hardly can be seen
It resonates
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
You, my little wonder, are a metal instrument, pulling milk teeth
A punch in a stomach, followed by a muted growl
Soft, sweet children’s skin torn violently apart by rabid dogs
A throbbing fist, clenched so tight that nails penetrate a palm
You, my little wonder, are the sea of blood
Where the waves boil and burn in a hellish storm
Where the seagulls holler
“Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!”
You, my little wonder, are my trial, before which I stand naked
Exposed and ashamed, like a local ****
You, my little wonder, are my nightmare that rips my mouth apart and pours itself in
You, my little wonder, are a little wild child, naked, all in blood,
Crying for your mother, lost in the street
Among the dancing snowflakes, too soft, too light to ever touch you
You, my little wonder, are my darkest love, my darkest fear
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
It’s a goodbye to the birdies
It’s a goodbye to the car
It’s a goodbye to the bridges
That have taken us too far
You’re a flag behind my window
You’re a shadow on the wall
And if I break what I play with
Guess I shouldn’t play at all
And you’ve been to Montenegro
Where the sun has touched your face
All the vehicles and buildings
Synchronized to match your pace
Had your voice tracks for a weapon
Had your picture for a guide
Now there are men behind my doors
And they won’t let me go outside
So let the land be yours
All beneath your feet
Be a current flow
An electric heat
Be the rising sound
Be the river deep
And when the wicked, twisted ways have led me here
I’m standing tall
Wave a flag behind my window
Cast a shadow on my wall
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 4:41 AM UTC
Standing at the subway station
waiting for you
with an expression of a dark, no-shit-in-his-pants intellectual on my face
waiting for you
Turning my head slowly, clockwise and back
Seeking you
Like a radar
Seeking you
Like a sinister black device of war
Seeking you
Like a killer waiting for a chance
Seeking you
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
Everything will be alright as long as I don’t see you
I will be alright as long as I don’t see you
My heart won’t madly throb as long I don’t see you
My stomach won’t be twirling as long as I don’t see you
My nerves will sleep in peace as long as I don’t see you
My hands won’t quietly shake as long as I don’t see you
I try and love myself as long as I don’t see you
I can do anything as long as I don’t see you
As long as our eyes don’t meet
This sour ice won’t get to me
And just as long as long as I look away
My mind can reach a thousand ways
And I believe I’m free
As long as I don’t see
As long as I don’t hear
I can pretend I’m clear
In thought and in intention
As long as I don’t talk
My fear’s a word in chalk
And I can clean the board
So, after all I’ve said
Do I want to see or hear or talk to you?
Can I?
Please?
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
She’s come to town to take yours instead
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
They better die of hunger than her deadly arms
Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
She won’t take those who ain’t clean as snow
You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
She likes the ones with tears in their eyes
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
Lisa knows where the poppies hide
the men in white pick them up at night
Lisa knows but she won't tell Beth
cause she'd find it hard to hold her breath
Bethy's become even more suspicious
She says that she still catches transmissions
So, Elisabeth, despite her own poor state
Watches carefully over her darling roommate
Lisa knows where the poppies hide
Oh, those charming rubies glow bright in the night
And if their beauty some girls do not see
they taste it each day as their morning tea
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
It's time to sleep, my honeygirl
to close your pretty eyes
You stare into the ceiling
as if into the skies
The sand of sleep in all good children's eyes -
- an anxious flame in yours
And there has never been a night
when i could see them closed
Each day you wake up full of life -
- at nights you do not breathe
Is it an illness or a ghost
that we are dealing with?
It's Christmas day now, Madeleine,
to God above I pray
to send you dreams sweet like yourself
and take disease away
My poor girl Madeleine, sleep tight tonight
mad-mad-mad-Madeleine
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC