It´s been a long time
since we talked for the last time
Bitter words, both hurt
and one of us finally running
turning away
to avoid being revealed
I thought I had forgotten most of you
moved on and grown up
but calling your name is impossible
as I try to share my past
It still has power over me
it still means something more
I tried to act like it was nothing
like the sobs were far away
I have forgotten some
but you´ve become a legend
your story unfolds slowly in my head
as I try to keep it close to reality
it´s fading but not away
It´s been a long time
and I was sure I wouldn´t miss you
now that I have a life
But I´d give a lot to get you back
even for a moment
to see if my picture of you is still true
So, you might even recognize the person/people I´m talking about. I just thought of them after a long time and found it really, really hard. It still is. How odd. How sad.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Deserted land
My grave is cold and quiet
full of weeds
I guess I'll soon lose my right
for this patch of land
since no one has taken care of it
and I don't know anything that would be sadder
than a deserted grave
where no one brings candles
or remember at Christmas
So better they lay down someone new on top of me
Perhaps then someone starts visiting this place again
And the younger the deceased, the better
the longer it will have mourners
atoning their guilt
from their life force
Translated by Sith Fisto though I must say I edited the last line. We´re working on it. It´s not perfect yet. Nothing is. Nothing will be.
full of weeds
I guess I'll soon lose my right
for this patch of land
since no one has taken care of it
and I don't know anything that would be sadder
than a deserted grave
where no one brings candles
or remember at Christmas
So better they lay down someone new on top of me
Perhaps then someone starts visiting this place again
And the younger the deceased, the better
the longer it will have mourners
atoning their guilt
from their life force
Translated by Sith Fisto though I must say I edited the last line. We´re working on it. It´s not perfect yet. Nothing is. Nothing will be.
Innocence
He's so pure
that you can not willfully harm him
He can't handle the 10 o'clock news
or watch police series
they leave a mark on his innocence
But can not stain it
never can
The pain of the world is in his body
like he was being fed to the dogs alive
Empathy is a curse, not a talent
Imagination brings the pain close to him
and it doesn't wash of
But it's not dirt, more like smog
around him
Naivety is a wall he carries
with its strength he managed along
No, you can't spoil his purity
it's without a flaw
and because of that when it disappears
it will break with a rumble
and the hardness won't wait a moment
before it sucks him inside
It would be good to maintain your juvenile beliefs
Translated by Sith Fisto.
that you can not willfully harm him
He can't handle the 10 o'clock news
or watch police series
they leave a mark on his innocence
But can not stain it
never can
The pain of the world is in his body
like he was being fed to the dogs alive
Empathy is a curse, not a talent
Imagination brings the pain close to him
and it doesn't wash of
But it's not dirt, more like smog
around him
Naivety is a wall he carries
with its strength he managed along
No, you can't spoil his purity
it's without a flaw
and because of that when it disappears
it will break with a rumble
and the hardness won't wait a moment
before it sucks him inside
It would be good to maintain your juvenile beliefs
Translated by Sith Fisto.
Pressure
What is pain
pressure on the nerve endings
when through the numbness you can't notice
that you´re crossing over unwritten norms
Too much pressure in the nerve canals
when the world slaps you in the face with an open hand
and pushes your head into a full sink
waiting patiently for your legs to give in
Wet hair on your eyes
What is agony
pain that has gone on for too long
from which the nervous system will never recover
It's ringing in the ears
seasonal affective disorder that goes on all year round
When time eats you alive with its tiny teeth
and you can't dodge, can't leave
and can't close your eyes
With tears on your cheeks
What is suffering
you can't remove it, it's in the air you breathe
when a squeeze in your chest stops you from breathing
It's a presence next to you
when others abandon you
When your limbs go necrotic from the cold
breaking odd piece by piece
and you're aware of every moment,
every moment
With bloody drops on your lips
Translated by Sith Fisto.
pressure on the nerve endings
when through the numbness you can't notice
that you´re crossing over unwritten norms
Too much pressure in the nerve canals
when the world slaps you in the face with an open hand
and pushes your head into a full sink
waiting patiently for your legs to give in
Wet hair on your eyes
What is agony
pain that has gone on for too long
from which the nervous system will never recover
It's ringing in the ears
seasonal affective disorder that goes on all year round
When time eats you alive with its tiny teeth
and you can't dodge, can't leave
and can't close your eyes
With tears on your cheeks
What is suffering
you can't remove it, it's in the air you breathe
when a squeeze in your chest stops you from breathing
It's a presence next to you
when others abandon you
When your limbs go necrotic from the cold
breaking odd piece by piece
and you're aware of every moment,
every moment
With bloody drops on your lips
Translated by Sith Fisto.
Jesus
Too much weight
putted on one name
on one man's false justification
has others been oppressed
In the name of a promised salvation
taken the hope from dissidents
If he had known it
he wouldn't have said a word
but kept all the wisdom to himself
Or at least would have made clear
that none shall be harmed in his name
and that firm belief doesn't justify arrogance
The world waits for a new coming
I wish it would happen soon
so that the infidels would awaken from their sin
I wrote this for school as a homework some time ago. Translated by Sith Fisto.
putted on one name
on one man's false justification
has others been oppressed
In the name of a promised salvation
taken the hope from dissidents
If he had known it
he wouldn't have said a word
but kept all the wisdom to himself
Or at least would have made clear
that none shall be harmed in his name
and that firm belief doesn't justify arrogance
The world waits for a new coming
I wish it would happen soon
so that the infidels would awaken from their sin
I wrote this for school as a homework some time ago. Translated by Sith Fisto.
A tear
A tear
the final one, the bitter one
that should not be dried with a hand
or wiped with a handkerchief
Let it slowly run down your cheek
until it drops
on its own
and breaks
A tear
beautiful and brilliant in a bright light
but it doesn't last, it evaporates
dries out on its own
You can't keep it
the child of the moment must disappear
on its own
quietly
A tear
the mark of sadness, the mark of pain
so fragile you almost can't see it
I remember it
to remember the reason
why I'm crying
why I'm empty
At the same time I let go
let go of you
dince I can't keep you here
forever
a prisoner
To Milla. Thanx. Translated by Sith Fisto.
the final one, the bitter one
that should not be dried with a hand
or wiped with a handkerchief
Let it slowly run down your cheek
until it drops
on its own
and breaks
A tear
beautiful and brilliant in a bright light
but it doesn't last, it evaporates
dries out on its own
You can't keep it
the child of the moment must disappear
on its own
quietly
A tear
the mark of sadness, the mark of pain
so fragile you almost can't see it
I remember it
to remember the reason
why I'm crying
why I'm empty
At the same time I let go
let go of you
dince I can't keep you here
forever
a prisoner
To Milla. Thanx. Translated by Sith Fisto.
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