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Aug 2018 · 1.6k
HEART MAGIC
Daria Aug 2018
so,
breath down my neck
once, twice
caress the line which marks
the end of my body
and the beginning of it --
today i have things to talk about

big, spacious heart prone to aching
singing in stuttering even,
poet of the heart, stop fishing, for
the fish is not yours to fish out-
quit treasure hunting for secrets

as you fly off from country,
I lay in the dark, dreams of dreaming,
but my muscles are ready,
like those of a young athlete,
and your plane I'd see off with my eyes
all the way to Athens for
I have something to say to you,
only the heart is scared-sighted

all my friends elsewhere
like beautiful sculptures
and this summer is pained by
the truth of us all dying
singular& strict& deafening
                           & defying

today, walking past the church
where I said my first prayer,
the thought of magic arose
and i wonder of origins;
i think this is how it should be:
i watch& i remember
and as long as alive is one bit of me
,they'll never go
and when they do, for real,
left behind will be my words
and rosemary will mark ears
of those who listened

also
just how many threads cross
also
how love burns words
onto skin in my sleeping,
and i wake up to read them

in my head i watch from here
yellow field flowers grow
to a techno beat, bewildered
by such shameless heart magic
Jul 2018 · 829
REG
Daria Jul 2018
REG
steal your own words
preach, have a cig
have a glass of water
transform

bigger gods, ya know
bigger, fatter, just ****** lovely
bloodier
god available 24/7, first 3 months free

great walls& warnings
great flood of sweat& tears
buildings higher each 500 years
( respect mountains madly
  bring cross to the top of them
  they must need it so there )

"your land is in for years of desperation + need
come back where you belong, where you were given"

statues crying in religious ecstasies
backpacking pilgrims so far in the street
they end up not in church, but steps of a modern arts museum

gather lucky fortunes and buy pepper-pots
live earthly walking on air
**** it - Jesus just loved water ski
**** on salt
Jul 2018 · 221
OK, PAUL
Daria Jul 2018
it's okay
I am always going to cry and laugh in one night
(and only some nights — all-together)
(that's the trick)
I am my best friend Paul
I also happen to have a friend
who happens to be named Paul
who happens to be my best
Jul 2018 · 268
Still
Daria Jul 2018
Enstill code language
Enstill love memory
Enstill denim ***** with cherry beer
Enstill a green leaf - given, permitted and held in back pocket
as a reminding symbol of things
Enstill stillness of feel - I still, yes, I am still
Make sure, satisfied with yourself and the evening leave

Or don't
[stay here]
[i permit you leave]
[excuse the lovingly knowing look of me]
Jul 2018 · 269
Bad luck
Daria Jul 2018
here we are, in this diner
beer and a watered down cuppa
i wonder if it's always gonna be
like this for us
shoving sugar packets in my pocket
leaving table with no tips
and a sahara of spilled sweetener
- it has our ways on it -
i wonder if norm is normal anymore
when dolce vita
dolce far niente
and it's abnormal doldrums
go out the window
like goes a roach
or a gum
no end to ur tainted fury
in this freeway kingdom
any dreadful shawarma joint is stuck with
our initials tagged on the loo door of it
while these children of fortune
from the supermarket lot - they are bored
dancing moves undanced before, by any
i wonder why here& now
                  why in bronze
                  why us
      why in some little random church
goose gone stripping
for the bad luck of ours
Daria Jun 2018
I never miss a thing around
the skies are always above me
'never' always asks for an 'always'
And blood will rush until it stops rushing
chilly air of a chill night out -  hold, release
relive (free WI-FI) willingly crashing  

So many trippy kids and adults in the city of M.
Empty beat attacks with the strength of a spring grizzly
Heart slipped my mind like a metronome slapping
Suddenly universal knee touch fulfilling each fantasy  

Was bad so could be good again, by that it was winning
night knows playing cruelly, touch and run, taggers
i go with it, i play along, i start dancing, head first, bare neck, collar settling
cause of death: Guillotine in front of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on Smolenskaya

Coke still evokes the taste of blood because of metal wrapping
Indistinct music on the street so kind upon me helps swirling
My curls grow, I cut'em, they come back
I leave locks in the books reread, Franny and Zooey hold it

* «Louis XVI, born Louis-Auguste, was the last King of France before the fall of the monarchy during the French Revolution. … Louis XVI was guillotined on 21 January 1793. … The executioner, Charles Henri Sanson, testified that the former king had bravely met his fate. » OST Wikipedia
* «Jerome David Salinger was an American writer. … Salinger died of natural causes at his home in New Hampshire on January 27, 2010. He was 91. … The representative believed that Salinger's death was not a painful one. » OST Wikipedia
* «Metronomy is an electronic music group formed in 1999. » OST Wikipedia
Jun 2018 · 230
Maria
Daria Jun 2018
MARIA, LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME
PROTECT FROM THE WOLF THAT WANTS YOUR LOVE
WANTS ME TO BE HIS SWAN,
                                   HIS LILY
WANTS ME TO EAT HIM

BLUE OVER, SOMETIMES YELLOW
WHITE FLOODS
MONEY PROBLEMS HURT AND LEAVE WITHOUT
                                                                ­            WORDS
                                               ­                             WITHOUT
                                                                ­            WISHES
                                              ­                              WITHOUT SALT

HE WHO TOUCHES THE BACK OF MY NECK
AKNOWLEDGES MY WOMAN-ITY
HE OBSERVES NIGHTLY WINDOWSHOPS THINKING THINGS HE COULD BRING FOR MY GLORY
HE MEANS WELL
HE WANTS TO

WE KNOW THAT PAROLE SHARES WITHOUT ANY WORDS
I WAIT FOR THE BOY WHEN THE MAN COMES
STANDS AND STARES BY THE TREE THAT I SIT'N'SING ON
HE HOLDS COLD, HE SHOT WOLF -- NOW IT'S HIS TURN

MARIA, WHO WAS YOUR JESUS?
HOW WELL CAN TWO LOVERS HOLD WITHOUT EACH OTHER FOR YEARS ON?

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