sâmbătă, 31 decembrie 2016

Last day of the year



Emotion
Must be
A stringless kite

As it should be
Forever free
And slightly mad

It's been a cruel year
And now I only long for
The wild sea

A sea that cuts fogs
And sadness

A sea named after everything
And anything
That connects us

I'm packing the winter
And bringing you June
Unlike our October

Slightly more real
And less tragic

Whispering to your playlist
I take your hand
One last day of crossing waters

28 days
Until my skin
Will burn brightly
Pigments of thunder
Onto yours.

marți, 27 decembrie 2016

Exit signs


But darling my life is full of exit signs


I wish I could wrap you up in dreams and sweater lines
But I have no words left to say
I am still tangled up in the songs of yesterday


I forgot how to laugh
And disaster is slipping from the left side of your cheek
It's only those that don't fall in love
That dance with a monstrous passion

Well I'm sorry but emotion went out of fashion

I got you a permit
To enter the frontier of nowhere
Oh how can I not adore
Your shadow, your absence

Yet somehow

Hope is opening doorways and roadways.

duminică, 18 decembrie 2016

Coffee and cherry blossom


Morning has come and I have to go.

As I am sipping on the last drops of gin, your words come out like rust and gold filling me up with hope.

Can you not leave a little bit later?

I'm afraid not.

I've seen more goodbyes then hello but all of these have been more reasons to live for, more reason to see life beyond...beyond this musical abyss there are still so many undulating lights calling our name.

I've been threading never ending stories and I attached a couple of joyful tears onto your hug.

The way people look like when they say goodbye is the same as the look of the sailor knowing his ship will sink yet he stays there singing his last ode.

And now, can you tell me where do the lonely songs go? Onto the Island? But we are all islands, waiting to get discovered, waiting to find another reason to bloom, waiting for someone to transform us into a never ending blossoming spring.





It's not him
I am my only limit
Where I end
Is where I begin
I am limitless
Yet I limit myself
Like a white coffee
I want to live in the limit of your skin
I close my eyes
And hide between our dream
For a moment I am there
Blossoming
Mesmerised by your beam.

duminică, 11 decembrie 2016

Places/ Lions


There are lions under your skin
Like envelopes sent to rooftops
Without an address
I melt with you
I am a wanderer
Towards nowhere

We met
Two strangers in the darkness
Closing my eyes
Under the eclipse of madness
Like sirens calling sailors
And bringing them to perish
You brought me back to myself

I won't explain to you
I won't even try to find you
For those that love in the darkness
In the light they only find solitude.

Until we met again
I'll sing of all of the places
Where we will go
I'll sing of our skies
And the ones that we will know.

Farewell for now
As I am dancing on your train
Waiting carefully
On the left side of your life
You'll find on the seat 3B
Between an A minor
And a B sharp
Mirroring the melodious and the dark.

sâmbătă, 12 noiembrie 2016

Light


Lights everywhere

Yet not in mind

I reach for your shadow

It's so far behind

We're bounded by madness

And two single words

Similar to the moon

But shaped like miracles and doves

I search for your thoughts

To wrap them in gold

But you are too far

Estranged yet not cold

You dive into my arms

When I don't exist

Who was it first

Love

Or

The

Abyss

luni, 7 noiembrie 2016

About today


Ti-am spus de azi am sa imi sterg cosmarurile pe cearceafurile tale. Am sa le molipsesc de monstrii si tipete si delir.

Am sa ma dezlipesc de fiecare absenta a ta si o voi lipi strategic pe coltul din stanga patului tau.

Am sa uit cana de cafea undeva intre ura si dezindragostire.

Traiesc intr-o duna de nisip emotionala, incat orice sau oricine isi doreste sa ma atinga cu un gram sau doua de emotie, se murdareste si stie, nu exista loc de inceput, noi cei stransi de delir si pedepse nu plecam prea departe de dunele noastre.

Precum niste salbatici stam si ne uitam unul la altul lung. Apoi uitam sa cantam pentru ca oamenii nu vor sa auda.

Apoi refuzam sa vorbim pentru ca totul e deja prea confuz.

Apoi ne stergem de litere pe tot corpul cu nevrozele celuilalt.

Te rog, doar astazi, inchide ochii. Esti aici.

Suntem parte dintr-o margine de realitate.

Un pic mai rece.

Nimic.



Hai sa ne ghemuim in noptile altor oameni.

Hai sa crestem intr-o neputinta mai galbena,

Gand anemic si prea plecat.

Cover my heart

Cover it all

With pieces of glass and of darkness,

Don't call me back

Whisper love, undead, whisper it's silence.

luni, 17 octombrie 2016

Of arms, waves and bounds




I still sleep with books in my bed. It's somehow comforting knowing you wake up and the pages will be just as wasted as your dreams.


With every breath you get trapped in the monstrosity of the sea, how terribly sad as you will never know how to sail and the winds will never be enough. It's the same wickedness as of the one of the creature you shall never fully understand, yourself.

She wears black and has a terrible passion for poison. Of the musical sort. Not true yet not false. A bit too high pitch at moments and completely incomprehensible.

He cares not to listen. He assumed that just like the others she was a siren. She's terribly alone even when surrounded by people.

She listens to sounds that bother them and music is her air. Every shape and form...is music.

She allows herself to be trapped in the abyss of strangers...oh and then the solitude shapes into an even more solemn melancholy.

Dear Hilde, there's a bit of death in tonight's sunrise, and yet there is no shadow on that poor swan's wings.

My beloved without a name you strike me as remarkable, your laughter is in the air like dark circles. You're real just as much as you are myth, you are love just as much you are forgetfulness.

But then that is yet another story to be told, and tonight there's only time for tea, and doubts and this woman's crumb of life.

Gently forward and boundless...Sail away. The last miracle is upon those waves, and we shall not see them, yet we shall turn into waves ourselves...claiming salvation from the infinite. Two strangers mirroring their finitude in the darkness.

luni, 28 martie 2016

Cain


N-am scris nimic. Dar daca as scrie as scrie o singura carte cu o singura foaie. As da-o umanitatii si tie.
Lumea dureaza putin mai mult din cauza ta.

Cantatul m-a salvat azi ca de fiecare data. Am alergat bezmetic la acelasi copac care imi soptea ca probabil daca voi canta la apus de soare, dupa cantatul unei pasari care viseaza la fel de mult ca mine ceva bun se va intampla la capatul lumii.

Ce se intampla cu tine? De ce efectul tau asupra mediului meu e ambiguu?
De ce cazi?
De ce clipesti si ametesti cand mergi pe mijlocul versului meu?

Drumul.
Drumul il pierdem de fiecare data.
Continutul.
Il scriem de fiecare data pe urmele prietenilor nostri.
Versul.
Il lipesc pe obrazul tau in fiecare noapte.
Visul.
Ia-l in brate pana cand revine realitate.

Dansezi pentru ca pur si simplu nu poti opri
Incerci sa traduci lipsa unui a fi
Pentru ca nu apartii
Si niciodata nu vei putea
De fiecare data
A vrea inseamna
A nu avea
A renunta
A nemuri

In my attempt of translating all of those wishes you surrounded me with hope, you embraced me and it seemed all well. Unfortunately I just can not take, this is more than a burn, darling your mind is like a storm and I can't, I just can not step into it every single time. You've thrown this storm out of fear, wanting  not to escape, I'll give you my thoughts, close your eyes darling, you're my favourite goodbye. It's always too late and all you want to be is Cain and all you keep on killing is the better self, today and everyday.



miercuri, 23 martie 2016

Abyssal



Nobody knows the last time that we meet each other. We love the darkness because we are both made from it. Hands of shadows, dusty feet, teeth of echoes, smiles of whispers and eyes of menace.


Trust me, but I can't trust you know
Release me, oh my but I love getting caught
In your shapeless laughter
In your hourglass of my naive happy never after.

Reach for me,
I will bleed for you in angel colours
Trap me,
Try to conceal me like a dove's last flight
Discover me,
Like I am a ruin of what you loved the most.

Let's last,
Let's dive into a poem that we will never write
Fight battles,
As we will always seek the light,
Bleed like me,
As you could never love
A darkness like yours,
My all, my nevermore.

It is a tragedy,
For us to belong, as belonging becomes together
Let's separate,
Bitterless lust, abyssal forever

marți, 22 martie 2016

Of sins, love and charm


If you could see what I have seen you wouldn't dare to look at me the way you look now. I've been through all of the bleak corners of your mind and discovered myself amongst your thousand other women. Other faces in familiar places that you try to destroy with a bohemian smile.


My feet are bruised from running through your narrow streets. Test after test, blink after blink you treat me like a drop in the ocean. I run through your hands like grains of sand that look to return to the desert. But for me you, you are like water. 

All of the men I've come across have been like water. Passing through my hands, ephemeral, cold yet in need to consume it and you desire it not out of lust but out of need. Water gave me the opportunity to cover temporarily, ecstasy and bliss, escaping and dominating. What do you do? Where do you go when his frail mind becomes the sea? Oh my dear water why did you say: I’ve always been one to feel contrite Is it too late now to make things right?

Who are you I ask? Each and every single time. The answer never comes and I am always confronted with the echo of my own voice. Where's your echo? Where's your shadow? I am still waiting for the backdrop. No, no, it's completely wrong. This parade that you put for all of the fools would work sometimes for those that believed in a love that is complete and mysterious and dissolves onto a cascade of miracles. 


I need shadows, echoes, shame, darkness and an incomplete dandy. Put it all together and I shall bring you boxes with paint, drama and maybe a bit of fear. 

Darling, no map can direct how to ever make it home. Therefore let's escape today. To your favourite nowhere, just climb onto my ghostly staircase and let's balance on these pieces of wood like they're wonders.

About falling:

Darling do you like falling?
I've bruised my name on the edge of your palms
You said you would do no harm

My love do you like running?
It is the chase I have longed for
But then you run from all the letters
When I say
Do not leave, love me a little less
Dream of me a little more.

Sleep well my number three disaster
Straight into the black hole
That our minds 
Desired 
Paint me a canvas 
Shaped like a  polka dot laughter.