I would be wrong to say that I care.
I care to say that I would be wrong.
To say that wrong. I care.. I would be.
I would say that wrong.. I care to be.
I say that I care? wrong would be to.
Wrong to say... Be that I care... Would I?
I care to be that wrong, I would say..
Would I be? Wrong!!! to care that I say!
I would be wrong to care that I say.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
Nine stairs below me, a cow is standing.
Me on the one hand, and behind her a flooding river.
She doesn't stand a chance.
Although here they roam free on the streets.
Eating, Laughing and visiting the road and the mountain.
Why isn't it like that anywhere else?
Why are they broken?
Its all an illusion!
Stairs are stairs and the cow is beside me.
Her place is on her feat, and not with her head underneath.
Nine stairs above her a lion is standing.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
And I am only for your eyes,
your earthly middle
your true night in disguise.
And you are more than for my thighs,
my icy sea sending warm rivers into
my lands only to give me affection and fluorescent skies.
Oh the hammer was struck.
Oh the wizard's staff had cracked.
Cupid's troublesome sister
how you must be proud.
Will your tears reflect the oceans, will you have me by your side.
It's an unbreakable vow, take the arrow in the apple with pride. Now not on your own you must decide, for I am not a mere child who would cast his problems in the smoke and hide.
Oh the hammer was struck.
Oh the wizard's staff had cracked.
Cupid's troublesome sister
how you must be proud.
The Foreteller was correct and the white man took off his glove. Worry not about the future you are a northern light you are a dove.
Beautiful red eyes and red hair you are capable of thunders and love, accept the come and gone as a gift from the above.
Oh the hammer was struck.
Oh the wizard's staff had cracked.
Cupid's troublesome sister
how you must be proud.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
so I have 18 minutes to write
to right the wrongs within me
but are they wrong? No
I feel like I shouldn't feel
it's not that plain to see
song ended, I'll switch and return
from "let's fall apart" to some "melancholy"
so I have 15 minutes to write
guess I'll take the time this time
think about it more
digest the reality which surrounds my life
overall I like how unexpected it is
but I'm unsure that I accept it
I accept myself
song ended I'll switch and return
from "melancholy" to "secrets of the simplest things"
so I have 10 minutes to write
I don't really know this song
but I agree
If I can enjoy the reckoning of my car
If I can consider it an adventure
maybe I am a positive person after all
song ended I'll switch and return
from "secrets of the simplest things" to the final song
this one is a six minute one actually
Guess I'll stay here
I stay here
not as beautiful
and the final song was supposed to be "salvation"
oh
4 minutes left
three
yeah "love is a good mother"..
switch
I don't have enough minutes to keep writing
"salvation" will go on two more after I stop
final minute
final song
guess I write shortly
or maybe i'll make it .......
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
All I can see is a tree.
I would not take it too lightly for its roots are deeply carved into my bed.
A pillow full of your leaves and my arms your branches.
Not even the sharpest of axes can cut this madness.
It was a cold autumn cried our sun and fruit.
The arms lay bear and the trunk grew pale.
I am the fewest of shadows.
The dawn has awakened a distant chill and I am once again running through an arrowless path.
All I can see is a tree.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
As the night collapsed into a day I appeared walking
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two have passed, yet on that day I stumbled upon you flying.
Is it wrong to miss you still?
As the distance lessens and our glances bitten
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two have stopped only to confirm recognition.
Oh you seem different but is that just regret?
As your teeth remain hidden and your lips soft and tender
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two are shoved closer, and my smile widens.
Is it craving for you being upset?
As the room for steps emptied our faces show antagonism
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
They parted their awkward moment, my shock lingers.
Oh near miss, was I the only one craving for that kiss?
As you tell me of the fruiting body of that friend I send warm breaths into your depth
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
They disappeared again or rather stayed the same.
Is your face inside my back, sweet rain?
As the day brought back the night I appeared sighing
Mind taking over and thoughts go under
The two are still ajar and distant, until a day where I will find you lying with me.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Night is plain and almost unbearable.
We have to accept it.
We cannot neglect it.
Summer doesn't hide from darkness.
The throat is dry and the eyes aren't wet.
Do not forget to concentrate.
Close your eyes, let the focus sway.
Seal your tongue and taste the air.
Smell the space and hear it's fingers.
Gently feel, but do not touch.
Let the small wind whisper to your cheeks.
Let the low wind caress your arms.
Let your body lightly feel the warmth of that breeze.
Sleep till tomorrow.
Sleep with ease.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
But how should I put such a thing into words?
I don't want and I understand
You are my eyes after all and I their windows
First of all I'll tell you what it's like:
I tend to find myself inside a room without any walls
a jungle of volcanoes emitted by my sea
I walk alone with my hand by my side
listen to the entering air and to the contraction of the mass
you will be within
But how should I put such a thing into words?
I don't want and I understand
You are my eyes after all and I their windows
Second of all I'll tell you what it's not
it's not complex and cryptic as I've said before
though we're only just starting
you are not different and you're not alone
you are not for me to change or to ******
your own is welcome on my hands
lend me your waves, which are your thoughts
But how should I put such a thing into words?
last of all its the ability to create an openness
which is a son to the first and a daughter to the second
cry for me, I'll tell you, and then kiss you
I don't want it back and I understand your self
tell me you can say to me thunders and fjords
I am here
I am your eyes after all and you their windows
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
I was told that I am at peace
I guess I am not even stressed out
But.. maybe it's a different kind of quietness
maybe it's a fear which I am keeping under my arms
Well that's not very good then
Why?
Oh..
Accept your next few steps
Consider each outcome
Choose the one you fear
Do your thing
fear
You are OK
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
As dawn walked away from the bus station she left behind a few drops of sunlight for me to find.
At first I could not dare to touch them for they were far too bright.
It's funny how things happen when you don't try.
When I tried to look for them they were already dry.
The bus arrived a few minutes ago but I did not take it.
Staring at it speeding away into the abyss of the mountain, I pretended to wait for the next one.
As noon came I decided to take a little walk.
The sun is way up emitting white, yet the wind is rather a sweet color blue.
It seems that I always take this walk when I'm alone.
Taking time to feel the streets and let the nature be my compass.
I can't help but look up to the sky from time to time.
The clouds are starting to uncover up my eyes, I pretended to wait for the next one.
As dusk seduced me into her path I blindly followed through.
However, wearing a fake smile is difficult at times.
Upon noticing myself, my eyes knelt down towards the pavement,
unnerved she decided to leave me there by station 172.
What I saw was a single drop of a faded light.
I don't know if I can wait until tomorrow, I can't pretend to wait for the next dawn.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC