Sunday, January 01, 2012
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Everything turns back on us
I miss you so much,
I long for your touch,
what I wouldn't do for one kiss,
just to consume and swallow this miss.
All I wish now is to see you,
to know what it is to be you,
and these letters that I preach
describe the way I want to reach
your skin and scent as I lean
over to tell you what I mean,
if only you could hear my words,
if only I could move forwards.
I shouldn't write these letters,
they pass as light as feathers,
I wish you would say "Let's
forget the scars and stop frets!".
***
Here, next to you I stand alone,
I play to be cold to the bone,
no acts will make you see
I still flow for you and flee.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Честит рожден ден, мамо!
Скъпа майчице мила,
ти, която си ме родила
и с мъки си ме кърмила,
безсънни нощи съм ти причинила,
на всичко ти си ме учила,
каквото и да сторя, няма да съм се отблагодарила.
Майко, честит рожден ден ти пожелавам,
прекланям се пред твойта святост и се извинявам
за всички нерадости, които ти причинявам,
падам на колене, прегръщам те и обещавам
в живота аз да не забравям,
че ти си най-ценното, което притежавам!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Mind sickness
I know there are no rhymes but I decided not to edit it and post it in it's exact primary form...
My empty mind is screaming in silence.
It's not depression nor aggression.
It's not hatred nor desperation.
The apathy is not enough to describe it.
I just don't know what am I thinking...
I have no wish for anything,
I have no energy to breathe.
If only I knew what's happening,
I'd runaway from it.
Dunno how to change everything,
dunno what I want.
It's like I sleep with open eyes,
it's like I feel with closed heart.
I carry on like a lost soul without a body.
Is my body here? Am I still alive or am I dreaming?
Is it psychics or physics
that's causing me this lost of consciousness?
Something hurts but I don't know what!
Someone pushes me but I can't see him!
I hear voices but I can't listen to them.
I write words and I forget them.
Is it my hands that's writing?
Is this my body that I'm in?
That's it!
It feels like I'm not in my own body,
it's like I don't really feel what I feel.
Someone else possesses me now,
someone is stealing my soul,
grabbing from it's material!
COMATOSE...
Ok, I finished it already, now what?...
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Егоизъм
Още първи ден, а вече искам да се връщам,
като в първи ден твойто тяло да прегръщам,
бленувам да усетя пак ръцете ти,
нежно да докосна аз лицето ти.
Като чиста сладост усещам твоят мирис,
от цвят червен се разширява твоят ирис,
като огън върху лед си ти за мен,
неконтролируем хаос, безсистемен.
Само първи ден, а вече искам да се върна,
като в първи ден твойте чувства да обгърна,
като огнен скреж да впия бледи устни,
да слеем сърцата ни, на вид невръстни.
Sunday, September 04, 2011
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