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Niz 85Razlili ste se u mojim ušima
Dok sam lovio reči
Iznad vas i vašeg grada.
Uplovio sam među braću i sestre.
Hajdemo zajedno kroz struje!
Jurimo okrnjenim crnilom
Gladni noćnih sati.
1604Još uvek dozivam svake večeri posle posla, ispred zgrade na stanici.
Kada smo oblepili kancelariju sunđerom?
"Valjda se tako zna koliko ga volim."
1504Stajali su, tihi i glasna noć oko njih.
Njegove planete u njenom udahu.
Njene zvezde u njegovim očima.
"Volim te, a ne smem da ti kažem."
A2Ne sećam se da sam ovuda prošao kao dete,
Ali znam da sam obrisao tragove
I dečaštvo je zamenilo zelenilo
I tragovi su opet tu,
Ali ih ne poznajem.
A1Kiše idu tamo gde nestajem.
Prozori gledaju mrtvilom.
Šapat senki mi liže stopala.
Nestanak je zagrljen sobom.
I sve se njiše kao da ne pamtim.
UkradenoZašto sve miriše
Na neuspešno leto
I zgrade koje smo
Istražili do krova?
U nizovima avgusta,
Brane pomeraj, ne daju da vidimo.
Ništa dalje od skretanja.
Izvlačim se tuđom rukom
I sanjam zaborav lica.
Daću sebi trenutak
Da udahnem nešto drugo.
Dama SunceTalog talasa
U prostoru koji sija,
Prljav, spor, žitak.
I miris vazduha
Ka nebeskom stubu.
Kapi neizgovorenih reči
Noćna igra karata
Sakriva među cvećem.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues instead
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Dark SideThere's another side of me
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
I died todayI died today
Took my own life
I was tired
I was desperate
And now I'm dead
People never cared
So I left them behind
Now a new life awaits
Beyond the gates of Hell
each kiss carries
context and content,
sad eyes pour into mine
like a swimming pool
being filled with angels’ tears.
i cup her face in my hands,
trying to hold all of the water
that escapes her
as i gently kiss her forehead.
i will cradle her cerebrum
and maintain our composure.
i will protect you.
refers to the hands on a clock,
as well as the anatomical.
and this kiss is subtle,
but it represents our passing of time.
i started this with my mother at 13,
and only a few embraces away from 18.
with our fingers locking
themselves to adolescence.
i never have visibly blushed,
but i swear my flushed cheek
burned where your left your lips
for nearly a lifetime.
at least that’s what it felt like.
i kissed the blinds
that covered the windows
of your soul
to let you know
the sun still shone
even if your eyes were close
bone brittlethey say that love is like an ocean and you can feel the waves
filling up your stomach, saltwater rolling against your nervous system.
they say that when you're in love and you curl your toes in pleasure
you can feel wet sand between them, warm against the skin.
but your love was like a desert.
our love left me parched, throat raw, the taste of grit in my mouth.
my stomach empty, growling for some sort of sustenance,
something you always refused to give me when i needed it most.
you told me you loved me, like a mirage floating amongst our heat.
if love is like an ocean then you were loneliness, i guess.
every saltwater tear you cried evaporated into thin air.
you were the Sahara and i was the Atlantic.
we collided every time we met.
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