Saturday, 22 September 2018

I just go

Limping through the park
The waterfall flows wistfully
a straight line of cars continues the movement
at the end of its stream

It’s getting dark in the park
Distantly,
like small light balls
the cars they beam

I watch this transition from above
Something inside of me, a gleam,
and the sense of shove,
makes me want to scream
But I stay silent and continue my limping through the park

Limping down the stony hill
Two frogs, they jump in front of me
Suddenly
one of them jumps into the bush

You’re a coward, I think
Still
and to myself
I continue down the hill
with a feeling of the need for a push
that draws me faster to the ground

Then another sound
in my head
makes me ask myself if you just don’t care
So should I take care of you?
But I’d rather be blue
than preventing you from breathing
freely
And I limp all the way down this stony hill

Tree branches over my head, like snakes
embracing my mind
fizzling in the wind
You laughed with your mouth
and your boyish eyes
that gained for the rosebud, the beautiful summer child from the south

But I’m the last flower of fall
The drizzling rain melts into my skin
I melt into him
softly
I sigh for your cowardice
My wrinkled skin disperses into the ground
I let it all melt with no despise

Heavy steps take me to a crossroad
Which path should I choose?
The oaktrees drop their acorns in an enormous speed
It’s hard to follow
I just go

Saturday, 15 September 2018

Red Stripes on the Floor












I slide, I turn
I jump and fall
Shift my weight from foot to foot
To my hands
Lean my back against the Wall

I slide, I turn
I slip in front of her
Blood circles
And sticks like glue
On my black pants

I slide and turn
Wounds on my skin
I follow her commands

A wave catches my body
My body, the shore
The nail polish of my toes leaves red stripes on the floor

She looks at me
Sterness in her eyes
The movement ripes my jeans
Later I see her in my dreams

I slide, I turn
And jump again
A crack
My knees they snap
I fall and shiver of pain

She slides, she turns
And turns away
The red stripes on the floor
They stay
It’s her favourite colour
My heart is bled with dolour