Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.


translated by W.S. Merwin

I yearn
       to be engraved
       in the deepest crevice
       of your brain

I want you
       to think of my skin
       against your skin...
                  ...of my heart beating fast
                  against your heart

I thirst for you
      to think of your pores - opening -  
      absorbing the essence of my soul

I need you
      to crave
       of every single detail
       of our moments together

Secretly,
      I long for you
      to worship
      the perfection
      you have perceived
      of me

Blame it all on me
If your blind, I'm the reason you can't see
If you got a STD, I'm the reason it hurts to ***
If you're losing, I'm the reason you're not in the lead
Blame it all on me

I'm the fault you lost your job
I'm the fault you got robbed
I'm the fault your job is to mop
Getting paid minimum wage
Still by yourself, at your age
I guess I'm the source of all your rage
Blame it all on me

'Cause I'll just sit here and take it
I don't give a ****, no need to fake it
And if I'm the reason you didn't make it
Blame it all on me

Even if I'm half way cross the world
It's still my fault
That you're broken and missing a bolt
Or that you're lovely relationship came to a holt
Blame it all on me

But while I'm steady being the blame
I stare at your life, head down in shame
'Cause while you're blaming me for losing the game
I take responsibility for what I do
If I **** up, I'll be the last one to blame you

By Vladislav Vagner
www.poemjunction.net

And the mouth filled with garbage
Spewing lies to mask reality
Burying sour thoughts in fragile grounds
Burning the throat in the influx of lies - insanity  

As I lie in bed at night
Boring myself to tears
What have I become?
Losing my soul to fears
Forced to take in...
To devour every morsel of it
Shivering I run in
Deathly cold in the Pit

Take in
The lurid morsel of the World
Taken in
No more can the poison be spit

The ugly button cannot be undone
This life in desolation
What's done is done

ever since the first day i met you
all you've ever wanted
is just a cup of orange juice
nothing else
just that
and to me, that made you unique
different from everyone else
i won't forget the day i met you
the day i first heard your voice
the waiter asked your order and all you said was,
"Just a cup of orange juice, please."
i didn't get it -
i mean, why would anyone go to a restaurant
just for a cup of orange juice?
but you did it
as some sort of exploration
as some sort of research of cafes and restaurants
i thought that was pretty crazy when you first told me
but now i live to hear you ask me for orange juice
i love when you come home late at night
exhausted and you say,
"baby, get me a cup of orange juice please."
if you don't ask me for a cup of orange juice
i'll know for sure that something's wrong
because my baby, doesn't go a day without an orange juice. //

The light has already cast itself into the dark corners
of this shameful story: a man who was despised
and fell towards death, only for his presence to remain.

Is it such a hard lesson to learn that it is over,
and two millennia past? And yet we mortify ourselves
with holy guilt when we could enjoy these spring days

bursting with the budding leaf, the floating blossom.
Is there really a need for this re-enactment of selfishness
and death?  Are we such poor dumb souls that we observe

a Friday to remind us how it was? There is a presence
in our midst: the Eternal Christ who lives among us,
an incarnate being continually blessing us with love.

Ring
First class
Pain
That's making it hard
To breathe
Ring
Can't focus
Mind wandering
Pain
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring**
More classes
More pain
More fake smiles
More failing
More stress

More pain
Because
Of you
Of what you said
I can hardly breathe
Without cringing
Is this
A broken heart
Is this what everyone talks about
The absolute
Utter blankness
That now
Fills the place
Where you're heart
Is supposed to be

I can't even breathe
Because of you
I can't sleep
Because of you
I can't think of anything
But you

Heart shattered
Soul tattered
Confidence battered
And it doesn't matter
At least not to you

So when you see
Me getting worse
Don't feel bad
Because its all
Your fault
But you don't know it
So I guess
I will keep pretending