sobota, 31 grudnia 2011
end of the world

It would be insane, if they were meant for each other - as he thought. There are things beyond the understanding, resist is the only reasonable way to deal with it. Why wouldn't you resist? Why would you resist? There is no answer...there is no logical explanation for anything that had happened there. What is going to happen? What is happening? It's like...the room filled with gas and void. It's waiting for the spark. To blow up. The sleeping dragon. The gasoline. Intense. Something unbelievable. Who would believe? Some things...magical things...best things, are happening while nobody is watching. There is no insight. Nobody could understand...no single person. The two of them? Maybe...if somebody do cared. One cared and that wasn't her.

It would probably be better, if the sleeping dragon didn't wake up. But it's not something the reason can get a grasp of. But the heart is crippled. Like a broken glass stucked in a wound. Eternity past...so long...fountain of life. Tainted blood spilled all over the floor. Uncapable. Maybe it's wrong?

He's been thinking about the conclusion. There's none. There is no result! This is just perfect story. So many possibilities. Well, it all will end in the soil eventually. Until they meet again, in another life...

...perhaps, not.

End of the world.

***
czwartek, 22 grudnia 2011
arte lust

spoglądam w was ciągle, srogim spojrzeniem
nie kłaniacie się przechodząc, nie uśmiechacie
popękane
brudem zarzygane, czemu kłamiecie?
zawsze najpiękniejsze, zawsze jaskrawe
refluks w żołądku
zawsze zapominacie
już jestem zmęczony
waszym odbiciem.

***
wtorek, 06 grudnia 2011
mhm...

Mniam, uwielbiam się na noc delektować kawą :)

***
23:37, entity82
Link Komentarze (6) »
poniedziałek, 05 grudnia 2011
[pamiętam...]

pamiętam nas, kiedy staliśmy
pośród łąk,
lecz nastał czas, że legło w gruzach
marzenie.

spadają z drzew ptaki, niebo ciska kamieniami
obraca w popiół
naszą więź.

jak z procy napinasz słowa
nie chybiasz,
nie uginam się,
cios za ciosem,
przyjmuję twe dary.

przyjdzie może dzień,
pamięć otworzysz,
jak zwiędnięty kwiat na dnie wazonu,
przytulisz,
jak tulił cię brat.
***

23:56, entity82 , Wiersze
Link Komentarze (1) »