Closing time,
How easily could you forget?
Wished nothing mattered,
But wishes never come true.
It was known, the end was close,
The moment comes to an end,
After all the gloomy nights, the silence…
Never asked to wait for you
When you come back, half dead
Nor cry day after day
About a lost generation.
Promises won’t be remembered,
Even though they weren’t made.
You are forgiven,
Eventually
Forgotten
December 30, 2007
November 11, 2007
Economic Match
Fold an origami heart and rip it apart,
Look after the pieces and try to pull them back together-
Nothing stays the same after it reaches the bottom.
Dead End.
Books and newspapers on a table,
Old photographs of lost hours,
Have you ever tried to listen
To the rain knocking on the window?
Literature.
Time has passed silently,
Economic decisions were made,
Students struggled with decimals,
Life
Will
Come
To
An
End
Look after the pieces and try to pull them back together-
Nothing stays the same after it reaches the bottom.
Dead End.
Books and newspapers on a table,
Old photographs of lost hours,
Have you ever tried to listen
To the rain knocking on the window?
Literature.
Time has passed silently,
Economic decisions were made,
Students struggled with decimals,
Life
Will
Come
To
An
End
October 20, 2007
Lights
Lights turning on and off as she moves slowly,
paralyzed by the cold wind, motionless.
She hates these tears, the shiny breakable tears,
sliding down her face, the eyeliner all over,
the way the heart is threatening to collapse.
She walks down the busy street,
the city doesn't seem to care much about her.
She's moving slowly, as if she has no destination.
Pictures moving up and down,
cars poisoning the sky, people sitting in metro
station and playing violins for some pennies.
There is always the ambition
to go to bed and never have to wake up.
Life destroys too many people,
with a reason or without.
We look to take advantage of things, of situations,
abusing images, revitalizing old magic tricks,
chasing the future, searching for soulmates,
trying to do something good for just once.
We grow up, not innocent anymore, so far away from
who we used to be, what we used to believe in.
Why did we have to grow old, changing, becoming meaner,
riskier, having no mercy towards the people we love? Why did we
have to find each other wrong, then suffer
for the rest of our lives?
paralyzed by the cold wind, motionless.
She hates these tears, the shiny breakable tears,
sliding down her face, the eyeliner all over,
the way the heart is threatening to collapse.
She walks down the busy street,
the city doesn't seem to care much about her.
She's moving slowly, as if she has no destination.
Pictures moving up and down,
cars poisoning the sky, people sitting in metro
station and playing violins for some pennies.
There is always the ambition
to go to bed and never have to wake up.
Life destroys too many people,
with a reason or without.
We look to take advantage of things, of situations,
abusing images, revitalizing old magic tricks,
chasing the future, searching for soulmates,
trying to do something good for just once.
We grow up, not innocent anymore, so far away from
who we used to be, what we used to believe in.
Why did we have to grow old, changing, becoming meaner,
riskier, having no mercy towards the people we love? Why did we
have to find each other wrong, then suffer
for the rest of our lives?
September 24, 2007
The art of drawing
Draw the mess, the confusion in your voice, the panic, ruled by every single one of us.
Draw the sadness, the madness, controlling both- you and me.
It's like someone just turned everything upside down, and there's no way back.
I see you yell, trying to figure out a way to escape, when there isn't one.
I remember when you told me about you and Hailey; we haven't spoken for months.
We are all locked in a dark room, sitting and waiting for hours.
Draw the silence, the noisy silence, making us want to give up on our hopes.
Draw the little girl, sitting in the corner all alone, waiting for a rescuer.
Draw in an old notebook and throw it into a fire
-Soon, no one will remember its existence, our existence.
Draw the sadness, the madness, controlling both- you and me.
It's like someone just turned everything upside down, and there's no way back.
I see you yell, trying to figure out a way to escape, when there isn't one.
I remember when you told me about you and Hailey; we haven't spoken for months.
We are all locked in a dark room, sitting and waiting for hours.
Draw the silence, the noisy silence, making us want to give up on our hopes.
Draw the little girl, sitting in the corner all alone, waiting for a rescuer.
Draw in an old notebook and throw it into a fire
-Soon, no one will remember its existence, our existence.
August 14, 2007
Rainy Saturday
Can the rain wash my thoughts,
sadness?
Can it make my mind clearer,
my head to understand,
my eyes to see through the tears?
What can a rain do
on a Saturday's afternoon?
It's just another rainy
Saturday without you.
sadness?
Can it make my mind clearer,
my head to understand,
my eyes to see through the tears?
What can a rain do
on a Saturday's afternoon?
It's just another rainy
Saturday without you.
July 25, 2007
Marc
Silent voice has whispered in my ear
but when I finally heard it, it was too late.
Soft lips had kissed my cheek
but when I finally realized, it was too late.
Dry hands had hugged me
but when I finally felt the warmth, it was gone.
Tired look has looked at me with bright eyes
but when I finally looked back, it was over.
A whisper,
Everything is finished
Marc is dead.
but when I finally heard it, it was too late.
Soft lips had kissed my cheek
but when I finally realized, it was too late.
Dry hands had hugged me
but when I finally felt the warmth, it was gone.
Tired look has looked at me with bright eyes
but when I finally looked back, it was over.
A whisper,
Everything is finished
Marc is dead.
June 08, 2007
I love you
I.
I love you
when you're real and honest
When you are tired of the long day you drew
and just want to feel
what a good sleep is.
II.
I love you
when you read out loud
with your deep voice, soft lips,
memories from your past.
III.
I love you
when you look into my eyes
and smile,
without saying a word.
IV.
I love you
when you are here
and I can hear you breathing
heavily, alive.
V.
I love you
when you talk about your childhood
full with Passion and excitement,
when you are nearly fragile
VI.
I love you
Perhaps I love you still,
But what difference does it make
If you are no longer alive?
I love you
when you're real and honest
When you are tired of the long day you drew
and just want to feel
what a good sleep is.
II.
I love you
when you read out loud
with your deep voice, soft lips,
memories from your past.
III.
I love you
when you look into my eyes
and smile,
without saying a word.
IV.
I love you
when you are here
and I can hear you breathing
heavily, alive.
V.
I love you
when you talk about your childhood
full with Passion and excitement,
when you are nearly fragile
VI.
I love you
Perhaps I love you still,
But what difference does it make
If you are no longer alive?
June 06, 2007
The image
I try to wash the image,
I try to flush it down the drain.
I use soap and water,
But it doesn't go off.
I try to forget the image
That cannot be forgotten,
Try to make it disappear,
Against all odds.
Nothing works,
The image is stuck in my head
The image will stay there forever-
Your image
I try to flush it down the drain.
I use soap and water,
But it doesn't go off.
I try to forget the image
That cannot be forgotten,
Try to make it disappear,
Against all odds.
Nothing works,
The image is stuck in my head
The image will stay there forever-
Your image
June 04, 2007
April 26, 2007
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