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?
Saturday, April 24, 2010
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
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
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
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.
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.
"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
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
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
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