Tuesday, 29 October 2013

i.

with a mere shiver, then,
he says: 'she was the one.'

and all thing stop to listen,
wind ceases, light dies,
trains arrive before time,
and i, silent, watch the shadows fade
and sun rise, i leave to
touch the passing cars
and things have meaning. i ponder-

so much love has died
and we're still breathing.



ii. (a list #2)

born in 1990. loves to draw.
drinks too much beer, and then,
enchanted by herself, explodes
to a million flaming fragments.
enjoys debates as long as
she is listened to. well-spoken.
lukewarm, often depressed.
likes to show off. long hair.
her walk is arrogant, almost
agressive. has poor imagination,
although is often pronounced otherwise.
very undecided, being passive
gives her a false sense of freedom. afraid
of being proved wrong, or worse,
stupid. likes to laugh. doesn't brag,
but subtly hints a depth inside her,
which makes her superficial.
at night, she often thinks of dying and
how to make the others like her.
a conformist, due to her father.
a good listener. brutally honest.
still clings to the idea that she's
important. loves the sea.
writes mediocre poems about herself
because no body else does.

i.

with a mere shiver, then,
he says: 'she was the one.'

and all thing stop to listen,
wind ceases, light dies,
trains arrive before time,
and i, silent, watch the shadows fade
and sun rise, i leave to
touch the passing cars
and things have meaning. i ponder-

so much love has died
and we're still breathing.



ii. (a list #2)

born in 1990. loves to draw.
drinks too much beer, and then,
enchanted by herself, explodes
to a million flaming fragments.
enjoys debates as long as
she is listened to. well-spoken.
lukewarm, often depressed.
likes to show off. long hair.
her walk is arrogant, almost
agressive. has poor imagination,
although is often pronounced otherwise.
very undecided, being passive
gives her a false sense of freedom. afraid
of being proved wrong, or worse,
stupid. likes to laugh. doesn't brag,
but subtly hints a depth inside her,
which makes her superficial.
at night, she often thinks of dying and
how to make the others like her.
a conformist, due to her father.
a good listener. brutally honest.
still clings to the idea that she's
important. loves the sea.
writes mediocre poems about herself
because no body else does.

Friday, 18 October 2013

z obeh strani ovita v večer
komaj upam dihati, da ne bi
pogasila sveč, da ne bi
preplašila slokih senc, ki podrhtevajo
skoz zrak, pretkan, pretaknjen vse počez
s skrivnostno nitjo. spet in spet
skrivaj, boleče plaho, izpod vek pogledujoč
častim tvojo podobo, izjedkano v noč,
skrbno si slikam v zavest
zlatasto ikono na tkanini mesta
kako sediš tam čez, ovit edino v šal
in s knjigo na kolenih, kot kak prerok,
da se ti verzi zapletajo med prste in v lase -
komaj verjamem, res, da je to zame
razprtih ust strmim v to lepoto,
jo pijem, točim v sode, hranim za kasneje,
moja je,
otrpla spremljam ples
teh svetih rok, okamenela pred dverjo,
kar naenkrat prestreljena s smislom
mirna, tiha in prosojna
v cerkvi najinih teles, in kasneje
ko pod kožo val hotenja zmrzne v smrtni krč
slišim sama sebe šepetati pesmi zvezd.

z obeh strani ovita v večer
komaj upam dihati, da ne bi
pogasila sveč, da ne bi
preplašila slokih senc, ki podrhtevajo
skoz zrak, pretkan, pretaknjen vse počez
s skrivnostno nitjo. spet in spet
skrivaj, boleče plaho, izpod vek pogledujoč
častim tvojo podobo, izjedkano v noč,
skrbno si slikam v zavest
zlatasto ikono na tkanini mesta
kako sediš tam čez, ovit edino v šal
in s knjigo na kolenih, kot kak prerok,
da se ti verzi zapletajo med prste in v lase -
komaj verjamem, res, da je to zame
razprtih ust strmim v to lepoto,
jo pijem, točim v sode, hranim za kasneje,
moja je,
otrpla spremljam ples
teh svetih rok, okamenela pred dverjo,
kar naenkrat prestreljena s smislom
mirna, tiha in prosojna
v cerkvi najinih teles, in kasneje
ko pod kožo val hotenja zmrzne v smrtni krč
slišim sama sebe šepetati pesmi zvezd.