NO-ONE SENDS LETTERS ANYMORE

No-one sends letters anymore...

Now the space which used to be occupied

By bunches and bunches of yellowish pages,

Lies empty in the drawers...

Words are written and sent

And read, and forgotten

In a split second,

Losing the emotion that the expectation

Used to cause.

No-one sends letters anymore,

Every question is quickly answered,

Leaving no space for imagination

And the sweet anxiety

Which would send shivers up and down our spine.

Everyone is in a hurry,

The feelings run on the surface

Of shallow hearts,

Never going too deep,

Never travelling too far!

God is a Bad Student

He mixes up the verb tenses,

Makes many spelling mistakes,

Uses the wrong prepositions

And places all adjectives

After the nouns.

He forgets the punctuation,

Ignores the grammar rules,

Says things like “You’re the bestest”

Defying the laws of language.

But in the end, the composition

Makes so much sense to the readers,

When they stop their criticism

And accept the unpredictable!

JOKE

Maybe

Life is a joke

We will only understand

In the last minute.

Me

Me,

A mystery unsolved

The trigger of a revolver

Which has never been pulled...

Me,

A part of you

That you just hate

And never want to see...

Me,

A question mark,

A whale, a shark,

Maybe too dark,

Maybe too deep...

You're Losing Me...

You’re losing me, 

And you can’t see

You don’t notice, 

You don’t feel it

Or maybe you don’t mind…

Our flowers are fading,

There’s no one to care for them

No sun beam,

No water, no spring!

And the rules you’ve created

Of walking in silence

And hiding smiles

Aren’t worth for me anymore…

You’re losing me,

We’re close to the end

You’re losing yourself

And losing, each day,

The dreams that we had!

Why so much despise,

Why these shallow eyes,

Which lie on my face

Like sharp knives?

You’re losing me,

For very little, or almost nothing

Of the time that you give me,

And the muzzled words

That remain unsaid!

You’re erasing my presence

Little by little, from your life

You’re losing me,

I’m too tired to fight

For this love that hurts me

And this cold on my nape

That should be warmth.

You’re losing me,

Our love is dying

And you don’t even mind

You don’t care, you don’t fear…

I wander in your exile,

I’m a ghost in your castle

Which is empty of what once

Used to be so beautiful!

I wander alone, so dead,

I knock on your doors

But you won’t let me in…

You’re losing me,

And I’ll soon be gone

Our life is now dying

You won’t ever be heard

-In case you start crying.

Angels

I liked the angels better

When they had wings,

Lovely rosy faces,

And laughed like kids.

Now,

The angels have grown up,

And started making films

Where they play cynical roles

In which 

They get involved with humans.

The angels have lost their souls

And they have fallen from Heaven

For the second time.

MY SOUL

My soul,

It dwells on the feathers of the birds,

And nests with them.

When they sing,

My soul sings,

But when they fly

(unfortunately)

My soul stays in this nest,

Comfortable where it rests,

Waiting for their return.

Then I wonder:

When will I finally go,

When will I finally burn

This heavy weight

To which I'm cuffed? 

InterSEXion

You meant nothing to him - just a point on a crossroad,

A place where he stopped for a drink

And a pee, and a sandwich,

You meant less than the weed along the street,

And his tires left their marks on your sand,

And now he goes back to his land.

You were merely quick satisfaction,

And you're the kind he'd never choose,

A bottle of bad-quality booze,

Just an interSEXion.

SMART ASSES

Let them think they're smart,

Let them say I'm dumb;

It makes no difference to me:

They won't be at my tomb!

When I was 20

When I was twenty,

Life wasn't better than today.

I was always insecure,

And felt so immature,

Wondering if there would ever

Be a cure.

I just wanted to please,

Be helpful and sweet,

Thinking I should never admit

I was used to being used.

Being twenty was not that good.

STAGNANT WATER

Sometimes, 

When you look at a puddle of stagnant water,

You will see that it reflects a perfect blue sky.

That doesn't mean you should drink from it.

Mystical

Fall has finally fallen upon us...

Mystical cold

Of brown leaves and dreams...

Life is alive!

THE NEWSPAPER

One day,

Someone from the future

Found a piece of newspaper

Hidden under a rock,

Half-burned and ripped.

He picked it up,

And read the letters

Which told stories about us:

- People long forgotten,

Who'd been dead for a long time

And did not matter at all

Anymore.

He threw us off.

MORNING

Morning light has broken

The flower vases,

Just like the jokers

Sometimes break the aces.

There is a new mystery

That shines with these rays

Of the sun, which trespass

The water and the glass.

The Mad Raven

Under the Mad Hatter's hat

There used to be a mad raven

Cawing secrets in his ears.

The funny thing I know, was that

Over the mad raven's head

A mad God was shedding tears.

But this, no one could ever hear.

RIVOTHRILL

One drop,

Two drops,

Three drops...

And sadness becomes something else!

One tablet,

Two tablets,

Three tablets...

And terror becomes just a thrill!

That's Rivothrill!

The Touch

All of the people

Who had ever touched her life,

Committed either of the two 

Unforgivable crimes:

Either they sinned for actions

Or for omission.

But when she died,

Everyone had a constrained pain

Deep inside

Which they obliviously denied

She Was Happy

Oh, she had nothing,

And was nobody

When she was happy.

Her days were lighter,

People much kinder

When she was happy.

Her smile, so tender,

Her sweet surrender

Was not for posing

When she was happy.

Long time ago,

When innocence

Was in her soul...

-And she was happy.

And then she turned

Into a doll

Before the cameras

For grown-up boys

To look and play with.

Her smile became

So artificial,

Her eyes were empty 

And all they wanted

Was to posses her,

Body and soul.

And when she died,

Sad, cold and dry,

Her last thought, was

For the old days,

(The days she missed)

When she was happy...

You Don’t Know Jack!

If you really want to know

Something about me,

All I can tell you is that

My life’s a speck of dust

-In this I trust.

Apart from that,

I don't know much

And you don’t know jack.

I'LL CRY

I'll CRY

When there's nothing else to try for,

I'll cry.

When rivers are blood,

My sadness will flood

Over a dry land.

I'll walk through the meadows

That once were alive,

 Transpassing their shadows

Remembering light.

I'll kneel on the sand

And face a dead sea

Where only death dives

And mourn for these times.

When nothing else matters,

I'll cry.