As a child,i never thought that time extended further than the moment. It was absolute, infinite and all encompassing. I did not think further than what i experienced and i always felt that the moment would extend itself, and the feelings, emotions swirling in it, would also encircle themselves inside my soul in a perpetuous slide. Joy was a feeling for which i always had resources. It dilated out of me and came back, and i felt it was continuous and never ending.
As a grown-up, i find it hard to incarcerate myself during the summer months, for the sole purpose of cash for cheap booze and sneakers, susteinance and petty needs. But then i crack open walls and let rays of summer shine through the dullness.I float on winds that melt my creases creeping slowly towards the corners of my eyes and mouth, sunshine plays in my hair. A crisp breeze tangling in my thoughts, and joy resting on my lashes. I smell the wind, i glide in water; dive deep into serene smiles, and steal some childhood back. The sun was low, the water warm, the beach dirty and deserted. We filled it with my joy.
lemony.sidewalk.to.creepy.land
fisherman extraordinaire. take my bait and make me weep 50 shades of sunshine.
joi, 17 iulie 2014
funky glamour on my hair. wash-my body-with-shades-of-summer. dive!
miercuri, 16 iulie 2014
tender mood. run-your-fingers-through-my-hair time.
Crimple my soul in sunshine, make it explode in rain.
Shower my senses with people and dance me away.
Give me a litlle bit of pleasure, circle around it with pain.
Cover my eyes with illusions that last and take my breath away.
Rummage around corners of thought, dissipate old memories.
Clear your throat, inhale your surprise ad rebiuld your shallow fantasies.
Breathe me in, infuse me with scent, come running to my face.
Smile but a moment, delay your mistakes, come rest in my embrace.
Shower my senses with people and dance me away.
Give me a litlle bit of pleasure, circle around it with pain.
Cover my eyes with illusions that last and take my breath away.
Rummage around corners of thought, dissipate old memories.
Clear your throat, inhale your surprise ad rebiuld your shallow fantasies.
Breathe me in, infuse me with scent, come running to my face.
Smile but a moment, delay your mistakes, come rest in my embrace.
joi, 10 iulie 2014
sappy soulfull crap is over. live-your-life time is now
Goofing off while spending a stupid amount of money can have rewarding effects with bonus-after-beer.
Trying to make some sense out of sheer boredom leads to financial ruin tho'. With that said, and a shower to match, listen obsessively to one song and go to bed trying to not sleep with obsessive song soundtrack.
May the endorfins kick in and may i not have muscle fever in the morning. Amen.
Trying to make some sense out of sheer boredom leads to financial ruin tho'. With that said, and a shower to match, listen obsessively to one song and go to bed trying to not sleep with obsessive song soundtrack.
May the endorfins kick in and may i not have muscle fever in the morning. Amen.
miercuri, 9 iulie 2014
bury my sensuality next to my sharp teeth and my longs
I try to hide myself in niceties. I try to bury my intentions in well chosen words, smiles, well placed silence or low groans. I meant to say what i did. I meant to want what i need, yet i forgot to ask for it. Nevermind. I get tired to unravel from the games that i keep on losing. I come out crimpled, dishelved, confused and ashamed.
You should not forget. You should remember me. See me tattooed on the back of your mind, rumpling your thoughts, scratching your itches and not soothe them. You should long for me. You should wonder where i am. What i'm doing and if i'm thinking about you. I want you to want me to think of you. I want you to miss me. I want you to need me. I want you to feel lost, and confused and frustrated. Not satieted. I want you to thirst for me. I want you to want to love me, and crave for me. I want you to want to seduce me. To tower over me self confident, knowing that you'll win. But still do it. One of these days i will tire of half spoken sweet nothings, and pleasantries. i will explode into now-you-see-me-now-you-don't, she-ran-so-fast and nowhere-to-be-seen. Man up!
You should not forget. You should remember me. See me tattooed on the back of your mind, rumpling your thoughts, scratching your itches and not soothe them. You should long for me. You should wonder where i am. What i'm doing and if i'm thinking about you. I want you to want me to think of you. I want you to miss me. I want you to need me. I want you to feel lost, and confused and frustrated. Not satieted. I want you to thirst for me. I want you to want to love me, and crave for me. I want you to want to seduce me. To tower over me self confident, knowing that you'll win. But still do it. One of these days i will tire of half spoken sweet nothings, and pleasantries. i will explode into now-you-see-me-now-you-don't, she-ran-so-fast and nowhere-to-be-seen. Man up!
luni, 23 iunie 2014
when i pass on, there will be silence in my stead
Patience was a virtue i craved for long after i wished to be invisible. Unfortunately, wishes come true, in a form of their own working. Thus i am not transparent, but succesfully ignored by people close to me,which is almost the same thing seeing as they not only ignore me, but choose to ignore what i say, evin when they acknowledge that what i say is valid. It may not be annoying if it weren't funny, but it is. Every single effin' time. On the plus side i have a well exercised sense of humour. On the down side, i wonder how can patience be messed up.That will be the day..
miercuri, 18 iunie 2014
enough is just a matter of perspective
One needs validation in order to acheive some sort of decent self esteem.One does not need someone's validation in order to be valid. So how come we crave for the applause of ignorants? Ignorants also need validation. Unfortunately, they almost always need more than they should get. I say we make them walk the plank, and point the pointy end of our wit towards their dull end, therefore ending their petty noise.
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