duminică, 14 iulie 2013

duminică, 31 martie 2013

sketch

I could write a entire novel about that moment.
 I mischievously play it again and again in my mind as if everything stopped then and there,
As there were no more colors left to spare. 
Curiously enough, it seemed that only me was held in time, 
As everyone else moved with 66,600 miles per climb. 
I have watched you from afar for many rainy years: you, this perfect little aragement of atoms, always searching for your wrinkles,
 Me, this naive gathering of dead cells, always hiding my sprinkles. 
I know if I would get closer, you would scratch me with your smile,
 So, now, instead of sleep, I like to dream once in a while. 
I would draw you a lipstick letter 
And you would carve a little of your blue,
 I would wear only your favorite sweater,
 So people would see the artist in you. 
I could write an entire novel about that moment 
And maybe I should get a grip 
But you dissolved the alphabet by accident 
When you bit your lip.

sâmbătă, 2 februarie 2013

miercuri, 23 ianuarie 2013

black piano

Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

joi, 27 decembrie 2012

marți, 18 decembrie 2012

personal statement

Write on the skyline. Shout it from the rooftops. What in your mind may seem confusion and fear, naivity and distrust is actually quite simple: I am a douchebag.
 I am not nice. I am happy. I am not your friend. I am selfish. I am not your family. I do not care nor should you expect it, silly thing.

duminică, 16 decembrie 2012

vineri, 2 noiembrie 2012

truth

This is ..what happens to other people. You see it on the news, you know? Give it ..what..30 seconds of your time? Shake your head, go back to whatever stupid thing you where doing..washing dishes or putting away laundry. You never think it's gonna happen to you.