clever..

” I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying”– Oscar Wild

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Winning Obstacles

Please stay for a while love, just to conclude the butterfly tattoo on the curvy waist;

Evident symptoms, Contagious lust leads our sphere;

Timely limitless objective; Abandon awkward self-control;

Adored art-creating feminine locations; Surrounding a curve;

Charming corrupted thoughts; High spirit leads narcissism;

I can still see through her bones; A fantastic crisis style;

Defected fake ethics further sharpened nails and teeth; Summer surrenders on her lips;

Winter got even warmer; Once ready, simulate deepest un-natural necessities;

Namely; Baseless crucial judgement; Mindfully insane;

Suddenly; Attracting emotional insecurity;

Never ending lovely fatigue; eternally speechless as if it is a first date;

A further victory; Scarce responsible picks hurts; breathless;

Prolific fuming persistence dims sunshine; losers’ season;

Allure her final death; extreme dying wins;

Apologies honey; No Tattoo tonight.

living..

”Art alone can turn those thoughts of disgust at the horror or absurdity of existence into imaginary constructs which permit living to continue.”   


Friedrich Nietzsche; The Birth of Tragedy.


who are they?

no wonder you are confused,

one step and they will get you used,

they are out there, almost everywhere;

mainly in a under ware, 

craving for your stares,

taken even upstairs,

flooded with summer rainy storm,

no time to escape home,

face features plummeted at dawn;

frozen and used effectively,

tearing your kidney, symptoms disappeared,

you knew it, confusion faded..

all of a misery, suddenly,

they got your heart out.

know them, feel them, heal them;

anyway, even unconscious by midnight, 

they are still your bloody feelings.

forgotten..

Back in 1201, a war broken out between no one, a couple who slowly recognized that their  marriage was as if sliding over a cliff to a deep disagreement. They used to put each other down since they started their relationship nine years ago. A dark relationship with a nurse on a Friday night, no regret; no need to forget it, it is exhausting now on wards were Sky-high dreams and plans started fading, divorce loomed and looks possible before Christmas with the arrival of the first pregnancy.

As the couple spent years in disagreement, their only kid lost many chances to be at school. Instead, every spring he flees the house to the nearby forest for a peace of mind. A destiny that guided him to be blessed with total ignorance in the age of artificial intelligence.

The neighbors, living in the only cottage at the forest, a post office man and his wife enjoyed arguing in anger generating load voices and sometimes noises that looks like household stuff being thrown from upstairs striking weak wooden walls and in some unfortunate incident a hit on a face.

The wife was so young; only five years older than the kid. Today he is an unavoidable charming nineteen years old seven feet high muscular curvy brown-haired gentleman. The postman lost his wife who never loved with him.

When I was a child, I missed my education, love for horse riding when the post office man convinced my father that I will be happy and forced me to marry him, is was death, life just got frozen, she murmured, laid her head on his chest and finally enjoyed a deep blooms yummy breath. She escaped back to her youth. Now, I will be no longer forgotten.

definitely nice..

Winter,
miserable, you are,
flowers paled, happily,
mercury drifted morning winds,
sharpened edges,

Dancers hated your wounds, scarves,
rest assured, Granny is there for you …
she loves you even if,
leaves abandon skinny trees, and
your sun burns; she adores you,

Enjoy dispelled hope and memories never retrieved,
pointless as speechless;
bleeding dark hatred.

Beloved winter, remedy narrow graves;
pick her up from underneath, and
be nice to her; definitely nice.