Another Day Poetry: Bees and Stuff

Bees and Stuff

Spring reminds me of an old swing

The one that’s banned from fabrication

Being heated by the sun it made creaks,

And carefree sounds of parents’ conversations,

And fresh young air awaken from the mists

Exhausted from the speed of roads

Came tearing, laid for a nap in chestnuts,

 As if there is no pain, and troubles forward,

And wind that’s full of life and hope

Mischiefing with my hair

Removing extra heavy capes

Spring-coats it spins in air,

And birds conducting branches

Of trees still sleepy but revived

And playing symphonies of chatters

Plunged nature in a harmony and quiet,

Spring reminds me of the spring before

And the one before last, and every other

One and the same good old glamour

Charms every time like it’s a new one,

Sweet melancholy, oh, nostalgia!

Spring takes away all my sarcastic cynicism

A tranquiliser, a euphoria

And this disgusting, sickening romanticism

Another Day Poetry: Bunde

My place is there where others were forgotten.

The empty one, abounded, and preferably rotten.

So then I could hear my choking thoughts

And probably my full-time busy evil heart notes.

The faceless place, with amputated tentacles and dreams, 

So I could lean upon those virgin fields, and lean, and lean.

And feel...how I...

Surround my egocentric nature with a grass and soil

And do not worry, that there’s something I could spoil,

Surround myself with people that have lost their heat,

When you asleep you cannot see, you only feel it.

So feel...the heart...

Of all those corners that they’re cleaning every day,

Will be the one that I will take to lay,

My head, and I’ll be spitting out stones,

That has been stuck between my life-time moans.

Meow...meow...followed by coughing.

The coffee, coffins, and delightful confetti,

It's all I ever wanted and it's all for me,

For free, at first presentably enveloped presents,

Ah, what a place, it's filled with dynasties of peasants.

And golden pheasants drinking morning dew,

Out of my mind they're coming through,

Right to the streets in ghostly shades

They creep into the arms of blank and sinful maids.

Then soothing them...that place won't fade.

My place will not disturb me from my thought,

It will forgive, it will support,

The way I want, the way I always will,

Until...until I fall down still,

Enjoying plastic bags and songs, that very special day of mine

Before the day breaks get in time.

Profoundly flatten, with those little flats,

It doesn't take much space to make a nest for rats.

And people watching stars at night,

Oh place, will you be mine?

I will take all and will give more than ever,

I'll speak out loud and you will make the weather,

And I will whisper to your chest confessions about dearth

In other places on the earth.

Another Day Poetry: The girl who's balcony has fell

The girl who's balcony has fell

Oh well oh well

Alright, she said

They will be mad

-You better hide under your bed

You only spoil and destroy

Oh boy oh boy

I try my best

But I’m so stressed

-Confusing thoughts inside your chest?

So hard to find those things sometimes

Oh my Oh my

With the fallen balcony

And in a joyful agony

Damn you, damn me, damn you, damn me

Down on the ground, it's me my dear

But it's alright, no fears no tears

And laying quietly and sane

She watched a passing tiny plane

-It used to bring you peace and hope

It always will, no matter what.

(artwork Laurel Holloman)                         

Another Day Poetry: Far

When, you’re far, you, are, far,

And all familiar things are wrong and bizarre

Uncomfortable, foreign they are

Drink after drink in the closest bar,

When, you’re not there, everywhere

Dressed yet tricked – at the Vanity Fair

Smashing your head in despair

You try to be nice but you can’t stop to compare

When, you’re gone, after the winds

Cleaned up your wounds and guessed all the hints

Sucking on mmmmmmmmm minty mints

Leaving no trace, no foot prints,

When, you’re far, you, are, far,

And there’s no such device to reach your lonely planet

And it falls so fast and hard

Wherever you are, wherever you are

Another day poetry: The exerpt

Stuffed with meaninglessness and a childish sense of injustice,
I'm filling up my room with candles, hoping for unexpected cremation,
While my shadows are listening walls talk, I can hear adjectives attached to my name,
They are trivial, they won’t save them,
And I'm fading,
And I'm shedding

Another Day Poetry: Road

Road

Road and neon

It goes on and on

His warmth and his tone

And his stare into dawn

Fixed seats and treats

Few peanuts and sweets

Endless fields and pits

Tickling eyelids

Both blankets are mine

I share sometimes

Expectation's line

I'm fine, I'm thine

Tea and trees

And foreign breeze

Me touching his knees

Oh his knees, his knees

This thrill in my chest

Like the speed of pests

And this bus like a nest

Carrying us to the west

Towards the sun

Night makes us one

World makes us none

And we run, we run

To heal and regain

To the sea from the rain

All tears are the same

They don't have names

This is our abode

Full of rocks and odd

So pure and broad

Our road, our road

Also, allow me thank Bloc Party for their fantastic new album "Hymns" and for the inspiration and palpation of my emotions and memories. Especially this song that I've already listened to 80 times. xox