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Lost and StolenOne time I lost a feather
a tear, a marble, a stone, a scar
and I saw a star
And I found a flower
a stream, a sky, a cloud, a song
and knew I could belong
And I looked and I saw
a tree, a bush, a deer, a pond
because i grew fond
Of the thin fingers
the cheeks, the smile, the lips, the voice
and I made my choice
I took the sweetest music
from a wind, a bee, a stream, a bird
from a very tiny world
And stole letters from a book
oh, all the letters that I took!
To write a word, a song, a reply
to the star in your eye
snowWe looked up to
the skies and
When will the snow
And cover up the
blood and bitter
taste the days have
silence and the
And nights filled
with glitter and
To hide how dark
how loud and clustered
We waited for the
snow to fall and
cover us up
For all the days to
And go away
Dream beneath the sea1.
In my dream
A man followed you
Whom you didn't want to see
So I took him by the waist
And threw him over the edge
To be swallowed by the sea
I had to be a year older to realize that
There was no one but us
Just you an me
I always hung around
Even when you asked me to leave
I guess I deserved what I got
Cold benches and ice creeping in the sleeve
He talked with you long and hard
I don't know about what
That's when I threw him into the waves
And deserved what I got
The people you talk to have a flaw
They are far smarter than me
Or maybe just pretend they are
To give them a reason to be
In my dream
A man followed you
Where you didn't want him to be
So I took him by the waist
And threw him over my head
Into the raging sea
And only now I realized that
You really needed it
And that the man was me.
MojeMoje su okuke pruge
Put kroz kukuruze
Planine nevidljive u magli
I šuma koja polako umire
Moji su izgriženi nokti
I pocepane jakne
Vrane u sumrak
Moje je sve
Što s njegovom
Ili zato što ne zna
Da je svet njegov
I ostavlja mi okuke pruge
22.11.2013.Ever so slowly
white heets slide
down his arms
with thick smell of mud
heavy and wet
and the water
that flows without a single concern
it only loves him
[muffled linkin park playing in the distance]As soon as the tall, thin frame walked out of sight, she got up, pacing around the room, a hint of determination in her eyes... replaced by the look of complete cluelessness and confusion as she tripped over something and sat up on the floor, blinking towards the stupid traitors in the form of juggling clubs.
The circus had been her home for a much longer time than she could remember, but a part of her older life was still there, the man she once shared a bond with even before she knew that this place existed. He was there and he was most certainly looking for her. Once something from the past broke into the present, the rest seemed to follow, knocking at the back of her mind shyly. She decided to slam the door in its face and lock it.
Before long she sighed and gently unlocked it, opening it widely and apologizing to the memories and asking them to kindly come in. They did and with them came the faces of her parents, friends, home, even the stupid old rat that looked sickly so her bro
Back to where we beganThe sound of breathing was coming loud, and soft humming of the crowd, anticipation and wonders, washed upon her head, mesmerizing this time just like every time before.
Only this time something was different. The soft inhales from behind the curtain were not all that unfamiliar, and a strange, sharp edge of bitterness and fury and grief cut trough the heavy ancient cloth and heavy night air, sending discomfort in her motionless chest.
A quick glance to the side shown that no one else could feel it, and just as she was about to sigh unnecessary air in relief he walked in and beneath the cold, relaxed mask of his face there was the same discomfort, guilt and... fear?
No one seemed to notice it either, but their glances met for just a second and he quickly turned away, trying to hide it from her. She saw it in his face, though, he knew she was aware of what he was feeling, and there was this pounding in the back of her head trying to push trough, to tell her what was causing it.
C: Labyrinth77 [Strings]The ceiling is unnaturally high. It's supposed to be the wall. What is going on. There's music and light endleslly breaks and bounces and pierces trough the weak, harmless eyeballs, hitting the mind and reflecting, and the eyes glow and everything is bright and white and everything is okay...
'GUYS HELP WHAT IS GOING ON
The voice is the prettiest music, there is something comforting in it. She's the heart, the moon and the sun and everything that ever mattered in this world.
CLUB DO YOU SEE ME?! LOOK AT ME!
Her face is twisting, why is it so intangible? Of course, she's the goddess, not even the angels are allowed to look at her. Angels glowing brightly... no, only one. This angel is glowing red and white and is so big, and its sickening crimson eye tells tales of the hell and the heaven fallen...
CLUB YOU DID NOT EXPERIMENT AGAIN DID YOU
Angel and the goddess are not alone. This angel is black and white. He is beautiful but so painful to look
NovemberSquawking of the crows echoed above the old, old circus tent in the middle of nowhere, and there was no living human to see it as the night was falling.
Nude black branches reached up to the heaven beyond their reach. The dark, cloudy sky in that weird time between sunset and the actual nightfall was gloomy, partially hidden behind many wings of the black birds, their voices ringing loudly yet somehow muffled, a little off, a little late.
The tent itself was a little off and it's owner was a little late, too. He stood still next to the old, dull cloth and gazed up with empty eyes. The endless swarm of black kept stretching over the sky, not showing any signs of slowing down soon, fading into the distance, and he just watched passively, never moving, never blinking.
A hand very similar to his, sickly greenish with visible bloodless veins, albeit a lot smaller, pushed away the tattered and once colourful cloth, and a thin frame scurried outside, standing next to him and watching the sky.
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
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