...that I bump into people,
I really don't wish to see.
I say things, well, that I really don't want to say.
Nice? Not at all, I am far from nice.
Point out mistakes, that depend on them, and they have effect on.
It has nothing to do with hypocrisy.
In a matter of speaking, they ask for it.
So used to my peak elocution and diplomacy on my behalf.
Sometimes I dont understand those witty renderings...
Sometimes I really have nothing to say...
Somtimes no one wants to hear what I want and have to say...
and talk to me about what I wanted to say,
often- I dont feel the need to do so...
Sometimes it seems that there are no restrains, but that only seems...
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Stairs to Heaven
Stairs to Heaven, Princess
Touch them. Everyday, with few eyelashes
With the tip of your slipper, with hem of your dress
They are wide with silver rails
You can pinch Sun's rosy cheeks if You stand on the top of them.
Drink ruby wine and make love on white marble
But You cannot see it, Little Princess, because You want to rise above the Sky
Don't shake your head, and don't let strange men kiss your hands.
It may cause a hemorrhage.
Worse than the Cerebral one/
Much worse.
Give it up.
Saving the world solo just doesn't make much sense
Lines of your wrists are mute possessed allegories
They disappear. That's not how you do it.
Cold.
I stole those holy prayers
Remember the day borders break
The Witch doesn't repeat the spell twice
Touch them. Everyday, with few eyelashes
With the tip of your slipper, with hem of your dress
They are wide with silver rails
You can pinch Sun's rosy cheeks if You stand on the top of them.
Drink ruby wine and make love on white marble
But You cannot see it, Little Princess, because You want to rise above the Sky
Don't shake your head, and don't let strange men kiss your hands.
It may cause a hemorrhage.
Worse than the Cerebral one/
Much worse.
Give it up.
Saving the world solo just doesn't make much sense
Lines of your wrists are mute possessed allegories
They disappear. That's not how you do it.
Cold.
I stole those holy prayers
Remember the day borders break
The Witch doesn't repeat the spell twice
Monday, May 12, 2008
Border of decency
You can lose love, on which you wanted to build the rest of your world.
You can lose friendship, which turned out to only be a twaddle about principles and loyalty.
No extravagance- you cannot lose yourself.
It's not quite the thing.
You can lose friendship, which turned out to only be a twaddle about principles and loyalty.
No extravagance- you cannot lose yourself.
It's not quite the thing.
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