It turns black without you, I bend my knees and I fall.
Slowly.
I always go in slow motion so that my eye would capture everything on the retina
The beat of my heart and the absence of yours.
A child who loves a well told story.
Wrapped in unearthly words.
A world in which to live in.
A teenager retracing the same footsteps
Been there, done that
Nothing to lose.
A woman too
Emotionally unstable. Trembling hands. 1 mg Xanax. One beer. I’m lost again.
Forcing myself not to smile, to forget, to keep the door closed. Newcomers aren’t welcome anymore. But newcomers never
When I miss you, I bite my tongue until it bleeds, until you flow out of me, until the taste of my body imperfections fills my mouth and I am not able to accept your flaws too, there is not
Mind your own business
No one is to be saved in the end.
There is no knight in shinning armor
There is no you trying to save people
There is just your pathetical acting as a man.
You have no
Break down your dream
Cut through the skin
Wait for the pain
Never again
Shall you be hurt by them.
Show off your blood
You’re in control
Scalpel goes deep
Into your soul.
Carve out
Here we are at this fatal hour
Here I am howling my solitude like a wolf
I stand on top of my illusions
and see it clearly now : it was nothing.
Love is nothing.
Love comes alone, it needs no
Some people can’t be saved.
Once in the nest, they’ll struggle to get out of it
as if it were some vicious place to be in
the safety, the warmth, the loving arms
are nothing compared to
Sola otra vez
caminando por la misma línea
de una adolescencia perpetua
mis cuerpos caen uno tras otro
dejando atrás un mar de fracasos
- mis amadas mis desamadas -
las estrellas que dejan
When you wake up in the morning and there’s no one next to you
Just remember all I’ve promised, what I said stays always true
When you go to bed, at night, and there’s no one lying
Yes, there was a time when the imagination ran wild
And every reality seemed to follow.
I thought it was the axle, but it was only the scaffolding
a temporary structure which held my
And I have come to thee. And I am just a shadow
For now I have no body, no human shape at all
Bestow my once-true-virtue and silently I’ll follow
Like dog follows its master - your footsteps to
A mix of feelings and worlds
(words still remain unspoken)
Leaves and teardrops falling on the ground
Around is nothing but the strange sensation of not-belonging .
I close my eyes
I close
Surveillence is a form of art and nevertheless a form of power.
The false imprisonment one feels can gradually destroy the confidence towards the others, towards oneself. And so, retracing the
For a while now I’ve been wearing these feelings the way a casket wears its mummy
full of oblivion and dusk .
The earth hangs heavier on the shoulders.
Bent over the edge i stare into the eyes
Bullet-proof.
I stare at the words on the screen
the scream
the contradiction of your thoughts towards me
the sea
of your rage rampageous movements of your lips
I can imagine you boiling
To cage you in the hollow of my hand
to intake all of your juices
to soothe your seas the rhythm of your thrilling chest
to nourish your flowers your dreams
I’d give away my mortal skin
I’d walk
Cuando la noche cae al margen de mi cuerpo, todas las cosas se convierten en llamas, todo gira alrededor, ardiendo, escupiendo rechazos y esperanzas, cenizas, residuos de mis cadáveres que nunca
Зимняя любовь, как бесконечный вальс... У окна снег идёт непрестанно, люди идут непрестанно, время летит, даже труп не спит. Он здесь, около меня, и иногда он говорит со мной. Он мне расскажет о
I write you from the past that’s present
My future torturer, my pain
To set things clear, to let you know
About the burden that I’ve gained.
Living with you for all this time
Was living with a
Behold my naked wounds, my griefs
I give them all to you, betrayer !
My soul was filled with high beliefs
And now I’m nothing but a prayer
I pray to God and all the saints
To take away this
Осеняя любовь, как медленное танго... Я прочитала эти слова вчера и я думала о тебе, моя ошибка. Так далеко и так близко ты... Ещё не знаю имя твоё, но ещё помню наш первый день в парке. Было
Your growing inability to face the inner self
the constant rejection the denial
every slammed door closed mouth sudden change of heart
all that consume
like a treacherous creature every white