četrtek, 17. november 2011

I talk to planets

"Where were you?"
"Learning how to live."
"I meant yesterday. What were you doing?"
"Scraping the bottom of my heart for inspiration. Looking for a forgotten hurt that might want to be verbalized."
"I don't understand."
"You never will. "
"Are you o.k.?"
"Peachy."

ponedeljek, 17. oktober 2011

beef

I have this perverse desire to be submerged in raw meat.
Safety. Passionless oblivion. All my desires chilled to a temperature of a cold dead animal. Muffled heartbeat. Eyes drowned in tissue. No room for doubts.
There should be no harm in my affection.
Or your kiss.

ponedeljek, 3. oktober 2011

misfit

It was the shadow that touched me, not the real flesh...and a tinny whisper that brought me into a state of yearning, not a real voice. It was an imaginary glow that made me sit down, not an actual beating of the heart and it was me who stuffed my mouth with false cravings, not the blushing cheeks that ran away.
I'll try not to go too deep this time. Just a bit over my knees.

nedelja, 25. september 2011

mellow is the night

She can still taste his smell. It moves around her teeth like a soft desire and no amount of tea can wash it down. She tries to keep her cravings behind a wall, but they have a tendency to escape when she wears pretty shoes and lipstick.

nedelja, 15. maj 2011

Is it May?

And then there was me....soaked in sweat...forgetting...something slippery dripping down my face..reflecting madness...
I let her verbally violate, but she still has to learn how to move around dark matters and sun spots....how to ignore harmless monsters.
I was never perfect.
Did anybody notice?

nedelja, 27. februar 2011

I don't mind

underground pounding
fists clutching
teeth grinding
soaked in undertow of melodies unwritten

dawn embracing her with patterns
she sleeps alone
with bite marks on her thighs

sreda, 23. februar 2011

hm

Na jeziku je ostal zamišljen okus po strahu. V sanjah me preganjajo odtenki oranžne barve in razjarjeni samuraji. Ne razumam kako sem se uspela ujeti v isto iluzijo iz katere sem ravno pobegnila. Telo še vedno odtaka pretekla obžalovanja, pa je tu že nov val zlobe, ki bo iz mene izklesal sveže iztisnjeno nežnost.

sreda, 16. februar 2011

missed call

and there was silence that followed noisy rejection
and it tried to convince her she was not human enough
she refused to beat faster
she forgot how to respond
there is strange knowing deep inside of her reminding her how to be devoid of hysteria and just surrender to saying yes and letting go
there will be time for flowers and chandeliers

nedelja, 9. januar 2011

blah

pigeons collapsing on my window sill
sometimes reproducing on my bed
bird porn
feathers
no wonder I have nightmares
and wake up in tears
slightly confused and aroused
I still hate Sundays