evolutioninseason

Zilele se inchid imi smulg fiecare fir de par sa ma urc in inaltul existentei Si din oase sa gem, din oase sa zbor. Clipele se insumeaza si mi le lipesc sa... m-arunc in marea ta nedumerire ele ma vor ajuta sa te vezi, ele ma vor ajuta sa plutesc. Sangele prinde nod alerg pana la coagulare, peste munti ce-i scarpin in van Un punct ce-l iau in serios, pe mine doar ca atare. Timpul se limpezeste si il sorb din mine creste un corb Ii lipesc clipe si il leg de ochii-mi acum ii sunt tata.

cerebral orgasms and blood dripping on your plate if this is what it seems this lightbulb is open to create replacing time with minutes of myself in understanding that love is not a chemical reaction

Am fost sters Si acum pretind ca n-am fost.. In dimineata Cand fumul a implinit camera Si emotiile s-au transformat in carii Amplificand durerea si greata La apus Ceara se varsa-n forme de galbenusuri Atingandu-mi scopul macabru Actionand intr-un diferit fus Nici lacrimile nu mai.. Impodobesc tabloul Si pe imagini invers am mers Iar din cele mai nuantate fotografii .. am fost sters..

Mi-e frig Si ma invelesc Cu mari de cuie Sa ma descuie Doi ochi Nu pot sa imi simplific cuvintele Nu vreau sa ma otravesc in formalitate Nu vreau sa imi ascund uneltele in catifea Ele mint Iar tie iti place catifeaua Tu iti arunci gesturile pe cer si ele ma fulgera Iti aduci argumentele si ele ma secera Ma ard privirile si ma transform in lumina Iti voi arata tot ce va trebui sa vezi ...sentimentele ti le voi .. ..poate gresesc Mi-e frig Si ma invelesc Cu mari de cuie

Rodonit Timpul n-ar fi Si vad doua pasari rosii Iar diminetile-mi sunt triste stii.. E tabloul imperfect Si vad doua pasari rosii stii, astept Doua pasari rosii Una in regenerare cealalta in zbor violent Dominate de dorinti arzatoare Iar diminetile-mi sunt triste planeaza... Schite imbibate-n inimi deasupra frunzelor noastre stii, astept Prima sa ma regenereze cealalta sa te-aduca violent, inspre mine Atriul meu va deveni atriul tau Ventriculul tau voi fi eu Deasupra frunzelor noastre Desenez nucleu Strang in pumn si pulpa de perfect, care-mi vibreaza in sange stii, astept...

Visin Ma tarasc Ma tarasc si obosesc, cioburi si gheata Creaturi de visin imi ies prin piele Flori de cristal imi scapa din fata colorand cioburi si gheata, Ma tarasc Ma tarasc si chinui, nenumarate configuratii s-arata In apus de sentimente Si pasiune caleidoscopica amputata din cioburi si gheata aromata Ma tarasc Ma tarasc si dezleg Adevaratul tau deliciu in ceata Fresca roza Ultima petala de cristal imi cade pe gheata iar acum fruct de visin ma rasfata permanent si adorm cad visin in smoala printre cioburi cad si ma tarasc acum pe fata patat-am alba coala, In acuarela proaspata de visin...  ...ti-am scris numele

Si astazi mi-a plouat in colivie Prea mult Imi cresc crengi , pot fi rupte Cu usurinta a-nceput sa ma imbie, un fulg E fulgul tau ce m-a-nvatat a scrie Acum prea mult Iti sorb cerneala si-mi cresc crengi Si asta multumita tie un fulg Si fulgul tau, o frunza aramie Ce creste, cade Se transforma-n aer , si-l fur Sa nu-mi mai ploua-n colivie S-ascund un fulg divin, . . sa fie

I sense fear in your breath... there is something wrong.. you must understand that knives must be pushed in , don't feel regret in that You don't wanna die.. not in front of me you don't.. Why should you give up right now.. ? Hah! it sounded so good.. but now we're too wet.. Cancel all.. I'm leaving. I'll do my best for this painting.. colours so perfect.. lovely signature ..difference in things.. and if you think I'm wrong.. I erase all.. washing it in sour tears.. yeah.. just like that cherry.. remember? But I don't think you like paintings.. you don't see colours like I do..comic books unhappy endings.. I'm not into that.. I'v

Enlight myself in shadowed rooms, Regain my strenght again The taste of tears, The portrayed ruth..so cold but still the same With empty mind...I'm free again From everything... So wrong... Believe in shade so lost in you, The sickness of a song In cheapest words... that get nowhere Divine's the smile, do you remember? I fear my thoughts... A poem's cry... That suffers from December With silence ... I remain the same I feel so used again From time to time I play this game Awaken I'm so drained I lay forgotten in the crowd This feels so wrong... I scream the words I need to hear The sickness of a song And at the end , there

it was all about those thousand minutes of solitude. about your stare and a sweet metaphor. words can do a lot of damage.. that's when i realized you need a statue of your own.. everytime you watch it... you burst into tears one day i've tasted those tears.. cherry.. so red that can stain even the whitest thought you're sleeping.. i could die right now.. it's divine. the softest touch.. printed down your cinnamon skin... a glare so strong that started to choke me.. but back then .. it was good dying sifting through photos... we were happy .. now please change my name.. put lipgloss in my hand and make me write beautiful words on t