Thursday, 30 April 2009
That ties her thoughts to your body
She’ll etch it into small pieces
So small, as if it never existed
You will not haunt her mind
She will mislead her senses
To talking you out of her system
To concealing you six feet under
You will not be her last
She has a long way to go
See she is eternal
As eternal as that rope
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
And the colors of life fail to satisfy your eager imagination
When you fancy pushing the edge; drowning it
And let go of your senses; splashing them
The same way you dashed your dreams and aspiration
When you refuse to feel soreness and soothe
And give up your attempts of becoming a human
When you wake up looking like a cloud
So hollow, so light
Then, wrap a piece of cloth around your wrist
And punch the first wall you see
Punch the state of nothingness you’ve been residing in
The wall of the illusionary box you’ve been inhabiting
Let go of your shadow
Saturday, 25 April 2009
I call to ask you if you can help me masturbate – see the polish on my nails has not dried yet and I won’t risk painting my groin. She answers your phone with a horny voice, telling me that your hands are not free –they are fist fucking her.
I hang up. Grab my dildo and go to my bed.
Morning after, I wake up to see a text message on my phone “hey baby, how about I see you tonight?”
I throw the phone out of my window. And throw you out of my mind.
Evening, you knock on my door. I open for the door give you my dildo with a small note saying: “insert me in your hole”. I close the door and go back to bed.
Thursday, 23 April 2009
My body aches and hurts.
I have chills of cold rushing from my back to toes.
Today I decided to quit on him.
Will you scratch my back one last time?
I crave hallucinations
And sonar blow jobs
I long for the sound of him, inhaling, exhaling my poison.
Today I went to work naked.
The ashes all over my desk hypnotized my thoughts.
The gazes of people around me did not stir my self-consciousness.
I saw him in my drawer, in my cup of coffee and on my shelf.
Come take me out of here.
Somewhere, anywhere, I don’t care.
His ghost is worse than my drugs.
I know what’s on the menu for tonight
You will drown your dreams
At the bottom of a southern comfort
But the sweet taste of alcohol
Won’t damage your brain cells;
For these have mutated years ago
It won’t ruin your dreams either
This tickling feeling will perfectly suit
Your dark material, my muse
You will blossom into a thousand cacti
Aconites, black locusts and Christmas roses
Your shining will disintegrate feeble minds,
Eradicate normality the way we know it
And shall set free humanity’s greatest gift
This piece was written about me *blushing* by MMMMMMMMM - again!
MMMMMMMMM, you should know I much appreciate you as a human first and as one of the greatest and totally unforgettable people I have met in my life - for your simplicity and complexities, your wits and lightheartedness, your sarcasm and your appreciation of the little things .
I don't think I will be able to practice momentary "priceless" insanities, enjoy my daydreams while sipping my iced coffee under the sun with anyone, like I do with the vault^^. Not to mention speaking about my imaginary friends :P *a million hugs*
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Appreciated yet hollow.
To fall from highest skies
Right into deepest mud
A thousand times a day,
Yet always walk head up high
Constructing the wall,
Thickening the wall,
That wraps all emotions
And veils all scars.
To succeed in leaving a scratch
Into the most fragile;
Yet never to be able to go too far.
To be the one and no one
The unique and the typical
The beloved and the whore
The lustful and the shameless
To be at the heart of it, adored
Yet outside of it, and totally abhorred
Monday, 20 April 2009
We stepped inside the room. It was all white. The clock stopped ticking. Of course it did. The room is not from this space. But are we?
The morning after. The smell of booze. The ache between the legs. The fluctuating mood.
The room is still white. And the clock is still not ticking.
The flawless late night talks have vanished into thin air.
“Where are we now?”
“In empty space.”
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me we are real.”
“We are as real as the nothingness around us.”
“Let’s go home.”
“This is my home.”
He stood up and got dressed. He stepped out. The clock started ticking. I fell into deep sleep. Awaiting the start of another dream.
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Would you like your mind in a cup of tea?
Would you like some milk with it?
A cookie maybe?
You must have missed living rationally …
It has been a while since I have taken over your intellect.
You know, to be honest, you look better with each day that
You must have gotten accustomed to living mind-less.
I can see you are trying to make the best out of it!
Then again, hell with reason!
I’ll keep it with me,
In that tiny purple see-through jar.
I will inject it every day
With distortion and perversions.
You will have it back some day,
Mind you, it will not be the same;
You will not be the same!
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
How can I make you forget that I have raped your mind? I have fucked it, so hard, it blew up.
Do you think I would be able to glue its pieces back together, and make it new again?
Can I paint it a different color this time? Can I give it more abilities? I mean, I’d love to make it more insane yet less daring, more creative yet less damaging, more disturbed yet able to feel …
Can you imagine your mind in pink? Can you imagine it outside your head? Looking you in the eyes, daring you to defeat it?
How can I delete your memory?
Tell me, can you ever forget a twist?
I will be eagerly awaiting your reply.
That she feels
And she crumbles
And she loses control
And she faints
Same flow of events
Only He changes
And His endeavors
And his trepidations
But she is the same
She is one
And she remains
The illusion of them all
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
See that blade?
Grab that blade
Caress my crust
Head to toe
Dig it deeper
Into the membrane
Make it hurt
Not too deep
Not too superficial
To make me ache
To make me smirk
To make me feel
What it is like
To be real
Free my temple
And my spirit
Free my mind
Then stamp my neck
Your “second-hand” stamp
And send me over
To the other side
Monday, 13 April 2009
But not being able to touch it.
Like stepping into a pool of water,
And getting out drained.
Like forcing the knife into the skin,
Watching the blood flooding out,
And not feeling.
Like being a fraction of a second away
From reaching an orgasm,
And having an abrupt emotional breakdown.
Like dreaming of utopia,
And waking up to ugly reality.
Like sparing your virginity,
Till the prince charming on the white horse shows up,
And dying a spinster.
Like accepting loss, never caring,
Yet never daring to try again.
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
She buried her morals last night
It took her few minutes to do it
An act of pure senselessness
A natural interment
Of a product of the society
They were no longer needed anyways
She could do without them
This is the path she chose
She stood on their grave this morning
With a bouquet of black tulips
An act of pure pointlessness
She was paying respect to mother earth
For having to lodge her morals
Her temple could not take this job
There was a clash somewhere along the line
She surrendered to her feelings
On the expense of her ethics
She will go back to the grave tonight
Mind you she doesn’t miss them
An act of pure calmness
She is going for different a reason
She will bury you with them tonight