Urban Poetry
Защо го наричам така...Незнам,може би защото действителността на живота в големия град ме вдъхновява.Неговата задушливост,бездушност и материалност.Виждаш една маса от хора и не познаваш нито един от тях или дори да премине някой,който познаваш по-вероятно е да не го забележиш.Живи ли са въобще?Лицемерието,снобарството,наркоманията,алкохолизма,бедността и трагедията -всичко е тук и блести.Ослепително.
Frozen
frozen on
your doorstep -Това го написах отдавна -зимата на 2010 мисля...Бях в квартала
I sit на една приятелка.Седях на стъпалата на един вход.Мислех си freezing on
your doorstep за невъзможни неща -както обикновено....Може и да е било
in my face есен,незнам-беше студено,тя пушеше,говорихме си за нещо
love spit безсмислено,както обикновено а аз гледах към планините,
I wait for
your hands подаващи се над панелките.
to freeze
with mine
when
tell me
I'll see
our worlds
combine?
you gave me
the
frozen mitt
don’t tell
me I ask for it
now I sit
I'm
freezing on your
doorstep
for what I
wait
to see your
face
that will
be the bait
to fall
again
or
I'll see your
eyes
full of
hate
I hope I
run away
to forget
Smoke
you cant
leave me Това е нещо като продължение на първото.Вдъхнових
on that
table се от пушека-цигари,огън,коли,комини.Мръсотия.
bleeding me
out
leaving me
out again
I should
leave you
I now see
you
you cant
love me
I should
love you
bearing my
cross
putting you
first
as I look
in to yours eyes
throw smoke
of cigarettes
sitting
there
waiting for
her eyes
here you
are
I filled my
empty glass
with tears
and alcohol
I wanna
rope my cold hands
around you
neck
strangle
you making my self warm again
don’t want
you to feel my pain
I want to
send you soul to space
reborn
yourself
I'm on the
table my cold feet
now are
burning
I cant keep
running
up
the hill is
long
the rocks
are cold
they hurt
me as a walk
I swear to
my self
I'll never
talk
to you
again
as I look
founding your eyes
through
smoke I see a face
hopping is
not yours
I wanna
keep breathing today
because I
don’t wanna go back
where I was
help help
me please
I’m falling
down on my knees
your
disguise
your in my
place
keep me
down feel my pain
leaving me
on that cold table again
No Control
Walking
through the streets
empty,
cold, dirty
and I
slowly swim into your sins
breathing
the sweat, blood and fears
in fumes
they surround me
I hope they
collide with me
I hope you
die drowned in their fire
afraid I may still love you
I’m sure I
don’t feel anything but loathe
and
cemetery is my life
and I love
the mistakes I made
My body is
a numb ,senseless
A void
fills this object of flesh
that falls
in silence and misery
All alone I
lay on the ground
I love the
cold slowly
stripping
me down to my bones
I have no
one to speak to
no one to
hold on to
I sink into
madness and despair
bleeding
and dreaming
and slowly
Love stripped me down
of my soul
and senses
Beast I
became and love not you
but the
flesh on your bones
Come and finish me –
with my passion slaughter me
