"To Move On"

I better fit with people to whom am something.

Something that has a raw meaning.

It’s difficult to understand people

But once you know them it’s smooth as silk, to live rest with them.

Am affected by vi-virus, that’s stuck in my head.

I can live with it without being overwhelmed.

I make sure every night the door is locked safe and sound,

So that you don’t burst forth in my skull.

You grew all over my body and psyche.

But your roots…

Am going to pull it off naked but it’s questionable.

Or maybe one day and that day is mine.

I see you be impaired and wrecked.

I won’t laugh at you to keep the difference between our souls.

Am erasing my memories, everything that I could remember being with you.

It isn’t a solution or clarification of what I really need.

All I need is that you never understand.

journey

Through the windows,

I could see the parallel tracks traveling with me.

Rusty brown tracks and pale pink sky made the evening.

To an unknown place,

That's never read in books.

I could see the scarecrows smiling at me with big wide bright eyes.

Cause am the little gypsy.

Am still a young kid with that vibe.

All I do is travel, travel through long days and cold nights.

There are a millions around me but non I know.

I kept my words to come back.

She would be waiting.

I have to walk till I find her.

The Walk

[pic by theboytheory]

Walking over the pavements staring up in the sky like a daydreamer.

I walked all day long.

Am in search for ‘one’.

I couldn’t find it loyal.

So I left and walked on.

Over the pavements.

With a smile and all that I could give to a hobo was small change.

Not enough to buy a candy.

And that’s all am left with.

And I continued over the pavements.

Again.

This time alone and sweaty,

Under the sun,

Towards the shore.

To find a raft,

To cross the seas,

To find an isle.

To breed.

To cherish.

To live.

And give birth to my smile on dope,

That which never was complete.

I will build my pathways.

With the missing pieces of my puzzled story that I hardly remember.

And walk over them.

Again,

Over the pavements.

The walk never ends till the Gypsy in me die of rheumatic.

And until I find my albatross.

All That I Could Remember From October Twenty Nine - Thirty

It was a happy day.

Never was different from any other day.

The dusk was bit cozy.

The nonversation was too short between us, always ended as it used to be.

Next day was literally a drama.

Unexpected and killing.

I never could ask ‘why’.

But I did, he didn’t ever utter a word.

An unofficial dudevorce.

It’s all that I could remember from that late October.

Taken The Wrong Way

I knocked the door just to make sure that it shuts back again. To close all the possible things between us, or maybe I don’t want hurt myself again. I tried to smile but my dysphoria crushed my lips and weed out my tongue and so couldn’t apologies neither couldn’t shout on your face. I stitched my eye so that no one could see me cry but even then the tears tore off my eyelids and the magma flowed into my sea of tears, it flowed until they clotted.

[Artwork by Chen Ping]

And now I pricked my ear, and am deaf.

My inner self have turned rock.

Psyche doesn’t want to listen to your prickly and sexy sedative voice.

She did warn me to stay away.

The old lady did stop me.

But I was all with you.

And now you don’t want to answer me.

And then.

Eight weeks passed, I knocked again.

All I got was something that hid everything from me.

Am fine with it cause my emotions are on dope.

 Disgustingly you are a swine.

Am the one misunderstood and taken the wrong way all the time..

[Artwork by Zdzisław Beksiński, 1984]

Sky Is Limited

[Artwork by Chen Ping]

Sky is limited.

Ain’t your dreams.

Teleport to that world,

Where you are illimitable,

Where you are untold,

Where you are not just a story.

But a soul of an entire world of inception.

Be the sire of your dreams.

Pal

Believe.

My words crack, cause am bruised.

Don’t want it to happen again.
Please I won’t be able to handle.

My flesh is torn off.

Stop.

You got lots of things to know about me.

That me which you haven’t yet discovered.

I miss your selfishness, really on to my nerves.

Dark never leaves me asleep now.

My eyes are wet indeed, with tears of lonesomeness.

Hope builds up and falls brutishly.

Don’t run away.

Am your chum, and you, an alter ego of mine.