Thursday, April 8, 2010

still


I can break your bones with just a breath
and I can make sure you'll never forget
the taste of steel in your mouth.
I can bring the apocalypse
just by parting my lips;
it's not a game when I always win.
I got aces up my sleeve
even when I'm not wearing anything.
You make your move now,
I need to catch my breath
and re-align planets
to match my design.
I'm too careful not to let you see
that behind every mask I wear,
deep down,
I'm still me.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Not easy


It's not as easy as you think it is-
standing on top of the world,
being the one that actually captures rainbows,
blowing fairy dust in everyone's eyes,
smashing mirrors to see what hides behind,
smoking my last cigarette every day,
plotting against humanity in my bed,
hiding in front of you all,
speaking in tongues because I'm afraid
to state the obvious,
to say what I mean,
to hide what I fear.
It's not easy,
it's a dirty work, i know
but somebody's gotta do it,
right?

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Erase


And just because we don't play
it doesn't mean I can't win...
I know your moves
right before you take the corner,
I feel your breath on the back of my head
when you're miles away-
So let's play.
I will feed you to the beasts
and watch you crawl your way out of hell.
When I'm out there,
better fear me!
I can light you on fire
then offer you a drink.
I can play dead for hours
and have you burry me alive,
just for the thrill of haunting you.
I can make bad look so good,
you don't stand a fucking chance.
I'm me, I'm you
And when I'm done,
I press "erase".

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Dark Passenger


Vampires will never get you
Because your face is just a reflection
In the mirror.
And rain will never wash you off my skin
Because you are not painted,
You are carved
Deep and deeper than deep.
A bullet will never get me
Rid of your memory
Cause you are not real.
I can't wish you away,
You're not a nightmare,
My second skin,
My own dark passenger.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

fairy dust

it's the last time.
just like it was a hundred times before
in a hundred past lives.
i dream my broken dreams in a bed of doubts,
while the rest of you picture yourselves immortal.
the dark rainbows outside my window only come after rain of thoughts.
i gather my words carefully,
i have a special place for the ones that cut you open every time.
they say there's a first for everything,
but i don't know who "they" are.
i mirror the expression on your face as i turn to dust.
it hurts, but i promise
it's the last time






Monday, August 31, 2009

Full circle



In anul in care pamantul a stat in loc si nimic nu a mai avut sens. In luna in care toate intrebarile si-au gasit raspuns si toate vocile din capul meu au inceput sa vorbeasca aceeasi limba. In saptamana cand intunericul nu a mai insemnat frica sau tacerea nu mai era apasatoare. In noaptea in care monstrii au iesit de sub pat si cosmarurile au fost scrise cu sclipici pe o oglinda, intr-o baie. In clipa in care secretele au fost spuse cu voce tare si nimeni n-a bagat de seama. In casa in care toata cioburile de sticla au fost adunate. In camera unde negrul a devenit culoare si sangele nu pateaza nimic. In patul in care inceputul a avut sfarsitul asteptat de tota lumea. In mintea in care nimic nu rezista tentatiei. In ochii fixati drept inainte. In gura care naste apocalipse sonore zi de zi. Aici, acum.





Sunday, April 26, 2009

Time


...timpul sta in loc. Acele ceasornicului se invart in gol, aburii respiratiei tin loc de cuvinte. Prinse intre doua lumi, Ea si Batrana fac schimb de intrebari si ne-raspunsuri. Fara a se misca din loc, ani regasiti in titluri de carti si romante desuete isi fac loc in mintea Ei. Stie. Fugind de viitorul Ei, isi gaseste locul in trecutul celeilalte. Amintiri ale clipelor pe care nu le-a trait niciodata sunt acum clare in mintea Ei. Fete aparute in vis isi gasesc nume in gndurile Batranei. Cuvinte nestiute au acum un sens, cernute prin vorbe de demult. Temerile Ei sunt regretele din privirea Batranei. Cei pierduti in negura amintirilor sunt cei de care se ascunde acum Ea. Trecutul si viitorul sunt una, intre zidurile gata sa cada ale acestei case. Doua lumi se intalnesc, despartite de un cuvant, secrete si multe raspunsuri sunt ingramadite in valiza pe care o trage dupa Ea. Vremea a incetat sa mai treaca, leganata in scaunul Batranei. E timpul...