Monday, December 29, 2008

Ant Bite

After all he had his opinion about it
It hurt, but still
It's better to feel
Anything at all

Not sour or mean, in any way
The year's gone but scars will stay
And time won't heal what didn't heal with time
And what did ever heal, anyway?
She layed her years on blank pages
of a Math book
with a rose hidden in between
a forgotten stranger who once tried
to win her heart
and yet she tries to keep apart
tale from reality

Is this poison running through my veins
keeping my temperature from rising or
dropping away
Bless the ant who ran away behind the bed
As nature gives us the necessary temporary
to feel things in their right way
To see the prey behind
predator's eyes

Friday, December 26, 2008


Sarah McLachlan

listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning,
memories trapped in time
the night is my companion
and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here
and not be satisfied?

and I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I’ll take your breath away
and after I’d wipe away the tears,
just close your eyes dear

through this world I’ve stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word
to find the truth enslaved
oh you speak to me in riddles and
you speak to me in rhymes
my body aches to breathe your breath,
your words keep me alive

and I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I’ll take your breath away
and after I’d wipe away the tears,
just close your eyes dear

into this night I wander
it’s morning that I dread
another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread
oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
'cause nothing stands between us here
and I won’t be denied

and I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I’ll take your breath away
and after I’d wipe away the tears,
just close your eyes dear

i'll hold you down

kiss you so hard

i'll t a k e y o u r b r e a t h a w a y

and after i'd wipe away the tears

just close your eyes...

Monday, December 22, 2008

Chinese Ink

You're still not seeing the big picture
I end where everybody else begins
And I'll get to your memories by any means possible

Are the periods on the script marked
well enough
To survive time and change
Would weather be as tough to disarrange
this balance, so strange
just so the story could fit mine?

Saturday, December 20, 2008


At the dawning shores she arrived
The coldness of the stones struck her whole body
as soft pale fingers touched them below
She sat and stared at each solid wave
breaking in a thousand pieces all over the sand
And she cried as never before
to that view
Salty water invaded her eyes
from the inside out
for the dreary horizon she glimpsed
and wished not to be true
Came as a thousand horses rushing to be slew
and forgotten by the crowd

Sunday, December 14, 2008


The shells were still dreaming together
when out of nowhere the sun came out, burning softly
of having to face your harsh eyes
But anyway, we talked in the morning
There where these thorns coming out of your rose-like tongue
As if you knew what was about to come from inside of me
And you did, indeed
As it always comes from you first

The gardens shone, covered with dew and raindrops
reflecting every dream we ever had
but shining more brightly and stronger than we never did
The shadows covering half your face
half mine
just like we always were
the darkest parts of each other
following the opposite ways
I chose Rome, you Naples
even though we watched the same moons every night
and drank their moonlight until there was no more strength to stand
So we could fall down, asleep on the solid grounds
while the city awakes

There are things I should give back to you
but they're recorded in flesh and thought
so instead I'll send this jewel
well-crafted silver ring
to show my gratitude for this disease that eats away my good fortune
and friends and family
There are things I should give back to you
but they're part of me, that you'll never have again

Afterwards I met a ghost in the Church yards
and went to him, hungry for answers and judgement
but from the Earth he came, and to the Earth he should return
as us all
I blinked anxiously and held on
until he spoke from the heavy morning air
telling of the greatest judge of them all
my own everbeating heart, hidden under muscle and nerves
it was enough to tell I was far gone
out of the Church yards
away from Rome
and closer to the shining gardens
where you would still lay, on the lawns, opposite to where I stand
when we first met
we wore the same look in our eyes
but the wind blew west instead.

Monday, December 08, 2008


And laughed
for the wrong reasons

Late night when there was this talk about killing and dying
and ordering flowers
to be interrupted by the waitress asking us to leave
What would you do without me?
I'd have asked if only she skipped the bathroom time
I wouldn't let her go
She would never really know why I sighed all night
So my steps walked the way to the dirty old door
with a lady rudely drawn on a plastic plate
But desire seemed to pour from the keyhole

Closer each second to the mirror where she stared at,
otherworldly natural
the blond hair I always marveled at still wondrous
the surprise in her eyes to meet mine
and in her belly to feel my hands
a slow breath stolen from the fetid air
this lust our bodies wear
and cannot hide
Her ear fitting perfectly inside my lips
the warm words escaping through the corner
of my mouth
to the moment our tongues find each other
embraced, for the purpose I always aimed at
the lipsticks blending colors
our dresses entwined, but yet
your eyes
smiled wide as never before
while I burned for my thoughts, inside
thought of expectations

and laughed,
for the wrong reasons

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

pretentious as hell

newly found and perfectly fitting way to classify the writings published and what this blog has meant in the last 14 months :)

Monday, December 01, 2008


pressed up against the glass
I found myself wanting sympathy
but to be consumed again
oh I know would be the death of me
and there is a love that's inherently given
a kind of blindness offered to appease
and in that light of forbidden joy
oh I know I won't receive it

A "love that's inherently given". What would it be? Who would it come from, and when?

"A kind of blindness offered to appease". Is love but a 'kind of blindness' which some people inspire in others, in order to be seen as beautiful or perfectly crafted creatures?
Maybe that's the only way to love someone. Creating this state of blindness and surrounding the person with sweet memories of other people who have done you well, hoping that this time it will last longer.
But then, you hardly know if you're dealing with anyone real or with an oasis created by your own blind mind.

You don't want to lose it, even knowing you will sooner or later. You hold on to your hope that things may be different 'this time'. And all because there's only one constant in the whole process: change.
You'll never know before it happens. Therein lies the final question - will you wait long enough?