Saturday, April 24, 2010

The most conscientious girl

Would you believe me, if I told you I desired death
Would anyone believe,
how carefully I´ve already planned it all
The most conscientious girl in the city
pride of her parents
grades above the scale
She won´t lapse into such game

Would you laugh at my face
if I tried to say goodbye
Would you push me away in disbelief
when I tried to hug you for the last time
Would you do anything to save me
or would you give me up willingly

Blue eyes don´t lie
and brown haired don´t get depressed
The hope of the city
She won´t enter the play of death
Such a clever girl

Would you hear my cry for help
if I whispered into your ear
if I sent you a text message
Or would you delete it as a bad joke
would you turn down my calls when you´re too busy to answer me?

Monday, April 19, 2010

And it´s like killing you

And it´s like killing you
So slowly and smoothly
You´re too unselfhish to say it out loud
But it feels bad day after day:
That´s not how you believe

The worst is yet to come

And it´s like eating you
you´re still holding your outside together
while collapsing inside
Why didn´t I hear the crush
I´m sure there´s no reason for you
to come out of the bed every day

How I wish you could only cry
Speak out what´s making you drown
How I wish I could be your soulmate,
but I´m made to talk

It´s about compromising
but you´re only listening
when you should talk too

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Bad karma

I´d want lot´s of things
But if I have learned anything during this life,
I´ve learned that I don´t get anything I desire
My wishes crumble before they fly

I must be paying for someones bad karma
Maybe a serial killer
whose death wasn´t enough to aton

My self-control is quite impressive
I stop all my words, all my prayers with it
and suffocate unsaid dreams
I have to be careful for what I´m wishing for
because I never get what want

People like me

I hope you never meet someone like me
Danger caused by me you can somehow avoid

When you´re with someone who cares only for himself
You should be anything but unselfish
It makes you an easy victim
Easier to slaughter
It might not always be the purpose
but it doesn´t stop it from happening

People like me don´t always mean bad
but all we can do is hurt
We get tired with normal life so quickly

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Soul sisters

Can we be soul sisters?
Oh, I know:
It sounds like a cheap choir
or cheesy, corny band
But it´s not about this world:
It´s a connection
not confirmed with biology or blood
Don´t even mention DNA

It´s a connection
between sisters in their souls
Soulmates, grown separated

I regocnize you
There´s that spark around you
I was sure I was the only one carrying it
But I´m not

Cheesy indeed.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Smaller world

He looks out the window and sighs:
"The world has become smaller since I looked at it last time"
Mist leans on the window
True, the world is turning smaller
It´s right here, in this room

His lukewarm eyes don´t see much anymore
He has lied more than enough
and his eyes are now deep in the skull
Now he´s going home, as a child

His world is right here,
in this bed
It can´t be broken, it´s too late
Better stay quiet

Maybe world will become normal again

I miss you so, grandpa. More than for years.

Interesting life

It´s so much easier to imagine an interesting life
than actually, truly having one
While dreaming you can skip all the boring parts,
like brushing your teeth

In real life it hurts too much
when something happens
because usually it´s something bad
and not wanted
No matter how boring your life was

In books and dreams you can always skip the hurting things
and make them better
Words can´t tell how the pain is like
even though hundreds of poets have tried

Monday, April 5, 2010

Holy sleep

There´s something holy in sleeping person
Wet tresses on the neck
lips ajar
Breath runs free,
incontinently
No matter how bad it smells

It´s allowed for sleeper

Sleep brings sanctification and rectification
and makes its worshippers priests and priestesses
You mustn´t wake up a sleeper
You mustn´t disturb a snorer in his holy chore

When sleeping human is as bare as possible

Only a sleepwalker will find what he is looking for
and come back home safely