Hear the delicate rustle of poetry sprouting in my heart. Feel tension of my nerves when you are touching me. Taste density of spirits growing around us. NOW is beautiful. NOW is safe. NOW we are. Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Invisible
I am leaving my footprints walking on the beach. I am checking, if my shadow is behind me. I am touching fire to feel pain. Yes, I am real! But, still, invisible to you! Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Cinnamon taste of stranger's lips woke up memories from the past. An apple pie with melted vanilla, fresh coffee waiting for the first morning sip. Your smile for "Good morning" and the fragile kiss, bird's song behind the open window. Beauty of summer time and love, and hope and happy me. Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
" Waiting for an Angel's touch"
I wanted to paint with my words soft landscapes for your feet and touch your frightened heart with lightness of butterfly wings. I collected metaphores and rhymes, I ground my words into a diamond's shape. But tired of waiting for an Angel's touch I fell asleep congealed in torpidity. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
I'm not a good one to show off. I'm losing my temper too easily. You need to soften your leading to fulfil my hunger for life. I'll follow your steps spontaneously, when music will possess my blood. Just give me a chance to learn your beat and listen to the rythm of your heart. Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Inexpert hand mutilated my soul with a scalpel's blade. Unwanted decision saved my life leaving me with ugly scars to remember dreams lost forever. -------------------------------------- In the spider's web the drop of dew shines in the sunlight like a diamond. Simple beauty caught in the trap of... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Washing my Hands of the Past
to BlancheDuBois Salvation Army on the corner of my street will be from now on the legal owner of leftovers after your being here so long, too long... It is a time to "wash my hands of the past" (as Blanche wrote once). Two boxes of you it was so much, too much... for me. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Latino Angels (inspired by A.K. poem"Mexican Angels") They hide the wings in the boots of their expensive cars. They wear dark glasses and gold jewellery. In the night clubs they dance salsa with devil's charm and laugh too loud to cover shyness. They love women in tears, who after sunset will fall... Sign in to see full entry.
Somewhere in States. Sometimes it is cold to the narrow of my bones. In the glass trap of infirmity I learned to clench my fists. But, still, I didn't learn how to strike a blow. --------------------------------------- Sign in to see full entry.
I only know how to leave quietly and without asking too many questions. I only know the places to hide when heart is bleeding. I only know how to deal with empty closets after your leaving. Will I ever know how to stay in spite of...??? ---------------------------------------------------------------... Sign in to see full entry.