The trees are beautiful green
We’ve already entered May
Then why the hell I ask you
Are the days still f*cking grey?
The trees are beautiful green
We’ve already entered May
Then why the hell I ask you
Are the days still f*cking grey?
Posted by No Blog Intended on May 13, 2013
https://noblogintended.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/may/
Tides may turn, turn the dead end roads within me
Turn back time towards me. Waves of infinity
To wash ashore and leave me be.
Uselessly.
Bring hope, give it to the trembling body.
I waited ages for us to meet and lay floating
In my inner desiring sea.
Patiently.
Listen to a conscious voice inside me
Run. Now. Flee.
Don’t watch the tides turn – they trick
Your mind as you trick me.
Deadly-
it’s never. You will survive and see
Overwhelming waves drowning
The certitude that used to be.
Lost within the disarray of my body,
I refuse to obey this. I refuse to comply.
Rather trying to find out cunningly
Whether I’m wasting my time and me.
Eternally.
But there’s ends to everything, you see.
I’ve always known this, supposedly.
Perhaps denied the upcoming, too badly,
Because of your chest and hands and all – manly…
I could turn my back and walk away,
Create this end so viciously.
Going under in my sea, indistinctly.
Putting an order to things again, as it should be.
To get me out.
To get me.
Finally.
*What you get when you spent an hour reading about literature and poetry. You start to hope that one day, they’ll analyze your writings. You try to write something. You fail at catching what you wanted to catch within these words. But somehow, I’m still a bit proud. I somehow got to say a bit of what I wanted to say.
Reading and understanding’s up to you.*
Posted by No Blog Intended on May 7, 2013
https://noblogintended.wordpress.com/2013/05/07/to-get-me-out/
Nothing but footsteps in an empty street.
No one to see. Sleep, people, sleep.
Keep your world small – pillow, human, sheet.
I will stay awake. I’ll walk.
There’s hunger I’ve caused which I must feed.
I know I shouldn’t run away.
Take me there, take the lead.
Force me to stay, make me talk.
I can feel my heart and body beat.
And the people sleep, sleep unlike we.
But I don’t want to feel the need.
It’s a dead end road, walk away, decisively,
And leave the world to darkness and to me.
I kind of stole that last line. Apologies.
Posted by No Blog Intended on January 17, 2013
https://noblogintended.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/to-darkness-and-to-me/
Sometimes… Sometimes it’s okay to look back with nostalgic eyes. Sometimes it might be good to remember. Melancholy. Every now and then. Just to remind yourself of the fact that there are moments you want to relive…
What is better than a touch of Poe then? I mean, add one letter and you’ve got poem. Says enough I believe. I like his poetry a lot, because it makes you feel the melancholy really well. The sentence ‘and all the flowers were mine’ has been eddying in my head for a few weeks and then I decided to search for the poem. It struck me again with its flow and sadness. To you in blogosphere…
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
Posted by No Blog Intended on January 10, 2013
https://noblogintended.wordpress.com/2013/01/10/and-all-the-flowers-were-mine/