9. januar 2008

Cajt za poezijo #3

Cliché :P

Those moments are the only fucking thing…

The one.

The only.

They survived.

Like tiny lonely bright flaw,

inside this chaotic reality.

What happened before has no meaning,

no quality.

W H A T I F?

The question of passion,

aroused out of those innocent touches.

Just like sparkles exist only

when you’re lighting up matches.

They breached out of the dark.

W H A T I F?

You fail!

Whenever the distance is what you pursue.

Nevertheless the feeling of distance

not ever before had seemed so true.

W H A T I F?

Unawareness was brought out

by the demons of life and death.

It’s like swimming in the bloody ocean

and never get wet…

W H A T I F?

Is this query sealed inside

your enigmatic thoughts as well?

Although I never believed in god,

this moment I wish I wasn’t in hell.

W H A T I F?


















W H A T I F?

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