Saturday 15 December 2012

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We need to know we do the right things. We need to know we do the right things.
I need to know I do the right things. I need to know I do the right things. I need to know I do the right things.

I don't do the right things.

Saturday 24 November 2012

Letters to sacred


I traveled around the childhood with you,
I smiled, laughed, cried and hated with you,
I changed everything to be like,
And everything was good – or wasn't?
I don't know why, I don't know how,
But everyting has changed. Still I want
the old movie nights, the old story nights,
I miss you and I miss everything and I bet
That you haven't seen the changes,
Exactly like you won't even see my death.

M.

Thursday 22 November 2012

Getting involved with words


Getting involved in words with no sense to me,
Taking them all over again, instead of changing me
I go back and so on.
I don't know why the present is so rennet in the future
as if I’d live forever. And I'm afraid to leave this bedroom,
I’m afraid of seeing the world has changed
and everything became just a white shade.
I don’t have an aura, I do not know if The Hell and The Heaven exists,
I somehow believe in God ‘cause it’s the only divine element that I have.
I believe in Him because I can’n believe in anything
I'm afraid of everything, of me,
I've said before that I'm afraid I might fall, but I’ve already fallen,
And I can't cry for help, ‘cause my senses are frozen.
And I’m alone in the dark, alone from one end to the other.
I am suspiciously lucid, is one of those moments when I think I know what I want, what I am
But I also know that's just an ilusion, thought mundane, transient,
As someone died today I’ll die at my turn, and I don't know, especially,
Even if I’ll be given to die in a comfortable bed.

M.