Sometimes we float on a surfice
Of a calm sea
Silent tenderness is lulling us
Back and forth on a watery bed
Pumping blood slowly
Other times we rage and scream
Loudly and messy
Lungs filled with passion
Hands itching for touch
It's a dark night again and lonely
Sleep avoids me
Just a slow hunger eats
Coldness and fear
Love and lust
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
My tears are gone
My fingers are cold
Morning crisp air
Makes my skin crawl
I hate you
Your small fake smiles
Angry thin lips
Long, long list of lies
**** off
Just **** off
No good mornings
Can change my mind
When evenings bring
Clouds to your eyes
You're walking around
In your huge baloon
And I'm sending you small dart
In the color of **** off
You'll understand
Better than others
What the hell **** off is
You're master of the art
You wrote doctoral thesys
In the field of **** off
Oh **** off
From me all right
**** of
Same old me
Morning and night
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
Light touches
On my skin
Dancing game
Like candle flame
Kisses and whispers
Tangled hands
Love, love and dreams
Slow walk on paved path
Hoping odd stones
Avoiding cracks
In the narrow old street
A thousand year old wind
Tease a milion year old sea
Just as you tease me.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
We were known to rise our voice
high from time to time
To throw the things
And break loudly around
But we're never known to truly hate
We're never known to run from fate
We say it's just passionate nature
We were know to be afraid
Of the dark and lonley alley
And to laugh out loud
At the wrong moment
But were never known to run away
We're never known to sleep the day
We say it's just passionate nature
We were known to scream
With no obvious reason sometimes
To turn around in the middle
And stomp away
But were never known to cry
Were never known to hide
We say it's just passionate nature.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
Pickup line was short
one long, hungry look
one short, voracious sigh
gently twitching of the upper lip
brief movement shakes the hair
Incognito quiver of fingers
mild shiver running down the spine
moment passed
only love, with the T lasts
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
****** be freedom in blue
in the blue sea the waves carry you
in the blue sky you float on imagination
in a blue uniform seriousness you're pretending
****** be freedom in blue
in the blue bottle bunch of pills
in blue pills dreams
in blue dreams emptiness
**** freedom in blue
in the blue diary tear stains
in blue ink unintelligible words
in blue words silence
**** be freedom in blue
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Not all my days were white and not all the nights were black. Groggily whiteness I splashed sometimes with smiling brush in an abstract marble, and nights illuminated with a fire in the wolfish eyes. When the walls became too blunt, and the air too dry, I took mindless walks. My long legs loping tirelessly along black paths, and a friend was making me a company. While talking him, my voice still trembles and my throat scratches sharp dust of compassion. My friend was the one-armed elf. He lived in a large, abandoned, dilapidated shack near the circus tent , fed by the grace of great circus Masters of Ceremonies. When they were in good will he performed for them trinkets, collecting their garbage, all for small coins. Circus visitors avoided him or pretended not to see his pointy ears and tortured eyes. We rarely talked, this friend and me. Sometimes I went to the magicians to get some of the green, sometimes purple potion for him to sleep better. Once I bought at bartender a pack of cigarettes. We had a pact, him and me. I wasn't a fairy brother, neither circus water-bearer, nor merciful sorcerer. We had a pact, he doesn't ask, I don't ask. We wandered the city in the small hours, under the adrenaline of flaming street lights, in silence. Someday a steel dragon stumbled and with his tail swept the hut, I saw him no more, neither his pointy ears nor his tortured shoulders . Only sometimes during a quiet walk, down the path lined with quivering birch i remember the long shadows under his eyes .
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Impossible are desires in red
red lingerie sign of personality
on a red bed the passion
in red sunset touches
Impossible are desires in red
red is the face of anger
rede asily fades, unstable color
red stains difficult to wash
Impossible are desires in red
red rose hidden among thorns
red blood drops trail of thieves
red sun reveals all
Impossible are desires in red
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
bitter are tears
raindrops in the desert
loud sadness
requiem for dreams
sighs rubbing balm
on memories
let it flow
bitter liquor
and angry spirits
two enemies
I'll tell you tonight
memories
instead of dreams
and hold your hand
let thanks
be greater than the will
deeper than obligations
thicker than the blood
sleep tonight, sleep
tomorrow, tomorrow I'll wake up
and re-print the words
many, unnecessary,
candles red
on a coffin
red candles
instead of dawn
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Dearest, as the sun sets
mist gathers in the valley
night slowly spreads its skirts
Dearest, thousands of stars
in the night sky above us
and moonlight caressing autumn roses
Dearest, under our steps
rustling leaves break into the dust
Fall running it’s symphony
Dearest, seductive lights
hugging the sidewalk and tree branches
while the breath freezes on the lips
Dearest, warm words ceased
only wind-driven echo
reminds us of the long gone spring
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC