Alexandra M Burlacu

Alexandra M Burlacu May 2017

Darkness hits I go through my metastasis,
My metamorphosis complete
Transcending Dante's circles
Into this limbo of a night
I'm alight.

Alexandra M Burlacu Apr 2017

Truth or Dare

there are some eyes
there, beyond the shade
counting the hairs
on the back of my hoodie
i turn my back
to the eyes in the shade
i'm moody
this corridor keeps stretching
(A, B, C, D, ..., E...FINALLee)
the small, round, blank fisheyes
see me passing like a .MOV
old time B&W, i move fast
away from the belly of the beast
the one who takes me high and low
decorated with more
bigger, bulging, blank eyes
and a reflection of myself:
we don't see eye to eye
with each-other
so i shut close mine
tell me,
would you go up
in the belly of the beast with me
and tell me what my other self
is doing
while i'm not watching?

Alexandra M Burlacu Apr 2017

Sky-high

when sky-eyed girl left your bed, this morning
she left no clouds behind. no rain.
she folded up her pj's
- which were, in fact, yours -
she drank her coffee black
while no one flied around the sun

when sky-eyed girl let you hold her, last night
you felt the infinity of the universe. again.
she opened her mouth
- ever so slightly -
just to kiss yours
while overhead the albatross hanged motionless upon the air

when sky-eyed girl grabbed your hand, at 4:15 a.m.
you transcended this world. savagely.
she ran through your body
- like a good line of fishscale -
almost equating the speed of light
while *I am you and what I see is me

Alexandra M Burlacu Apr 2017

To Nick

You've ruined it all
Into my arms
I was holding you
Into my arms
When you told me
Into my arms
I was a mistake
Into my arms
you cried
Into my arms
You asked who played that song
Into my arms
The skies in your eyes fell
Into my arms.

Mar 2017

AnActualToaster

Undone

I deleted every line
That said I ever loved you
Regretted every song
That I had ever wrote you
I can't possibly erase them
They're all a part of me
Reminders of a bad decision
Yeah, that sounds like me
My heart just full of stupid
My head just full of dumb
My works just full of love
And now it's all undone.

And I hate myself with each one I find again.

Thank you, everyone, for your kind words, I can't express enough how happy I am that I actually made Daily poem <3

#love #regret #stupid #you #undone

Alexandra M Burlacu Mar 2017

**Bold**

I cut myself and lick the wound,
The taste of blood reminds me of that time,
That time you loved me so hard,
So hard
You couldn't help yourself
And bit my lip.
You wanted me all,
You made me all yours.
You wanted to cut open my chest
And burrow in my darkest corners.
I dug in my heart with the sharpest of chisels
The perfect shape of you,
And then I let you flood me.
You drowned all the ghosts,
Put out the fires
In the hell of my heart.

Now I cut myself and lick the wound.
The taste of blood reminds me of life.
...

Alexandra M Burlacu Mar 2017

Felicity Deficiency

I live vividly without visibly having the ability to live willingly nor the versatility to fight your volatility. Unequivocally I believe in relativity but unofficially I use negativity as a means of self-sufficiency. Naturally I have a proclivity towards acting predictably when publicly judging turbidity. Additionally I hide in anonymity and indignantly ignore my epiphany of the asymmetry of unanimity. Shamefacedly I turn to your intricate dystrophy and observe the futility of my soliloquy. I can' find nobility in dying deliberately, but it shows efficiency in skimming humanity. Initially my hostility was untangible but it has suspiciously aquired solidity and is now intermittently sending signs of my eccentricity. My alkalinity is running low because surreptitiously the pungency has grown. I am undoubtedly peripheral to the society and irresistibly disposable in the industry of this idiosyncrasy.