Dust.Fireflies.
Poems in different languages.
piektdiena, 2022. gada 28. janvāris
otrdiena, 2021. gada 14. decembris
otrdiena, 2021. gada 24. augusts
Throw the dice.
I hate to be wrong, I hate to lose,
Life pours me lies, I pour some booze.
I wait and wait, I hate that feel, like
You're there, alive, but nothing's real.
You say I'll heal, when I am down,
I cut myself with my own crown,
I waited for the doom to pass,
And years ago I had more class.
Restrained myself, I put in chains,
With fire flowing through my veins,
It boils, it hurts and I blow up,
Each evening, there is nothing there for me to stop.
I look at the stars and I ask why,
And maybe, when there's time to fly,
It answers nothing, silent, closed,
Same feel, same old shit with people who ghost.
I strive to be me, then I strive to be nice,
A board game of masks
And I lost my dice.
pirmdiena, 2021. gada 2. augusts
.
I want to scream, I want to scream, I can't comprehend this,
I cannot stand this right now.
All these feelings piled up and fear,
I fear and nobody understands, the only ones that act up
Are dry walled and speak like know-how.
I cannot handle this right now,
I cannot handle this, I can't.
Like an empty shadow road,
This all seems too thick, painful and broad
And you - shut up.
Won't say a word, will ye
I want you to shut it, and doors to be shut,
Thousands of lusts have died all for once
In my gut.
Leave, I am done.
All the tears are so pathetic. I bite my lip
I endure to not show any of you
I feel so deeply, I fear and I love too
And whatever's left, will be claimed by me,
Not you. In-between us a wide, dark sea
I fucked all the rules. I got myself free.
Time's not my death -
I feel so much. But I'll battle, till hell, I fucking will
And through depths cut with swords I will flee.
sestdiena, 2021. gada 24. jūlijs
Submerge
Feels like my wilderness has been killed somewhere,
Like everything is passing by,
My life, I'm catching nothing anymore,
Something in the distance burns, but it seems so small like firefly.
I imagine running barefoot through the woods,
I imagine listening to the drum of the oak,
Let my pain and waiting out, under the roots to soak
It's all just within my head and nothing happens.
I waited, but nothing spoke. Is spirit dead,
My fear of death, just like a smoke, in the woods that wildfire swallows,
Under the pressure of blood dripping down my arms
Into branches as hallows,
Bow and turn, bow, head thrown back and slowly getting into feeling,
Magic under the omen, cast by the rot and the healing -
Death of the moss. The branch you cut and toss.
Blood drips down your arms and mine -
This is the song. That's our thunder named shrine.
Rejoice and dive into depth. Of the deepest fear, the dark, the screams.
The divine.
ceturtdiena, 2021. gada 27. maijs
trešdiena, 2021. gada 26. maijs
I'll call that a day.
Am I coping,
Quite a question and I sit,
Wanna scream and cry, I knit.
What are feelings - wanna fuck you up,
Grab by hair, push to the wall,
You play, I'm not the doll. Shit, fuck...
How many times does this have to continue to end,
How many messages to the universe do I send -
Where does the fire end,
Where do I, where do I stand.
Scream in your ears, how many times do I have to cope with others' fears -
I stand alone and rain is falling on my eyes
You feed me with the silence, I feed myself with lies -
And all this greater passion - is full of broken ties.
Fuck you piece of shit. I lit a cigarette.
Eat my crap disguise.
Where I pretend I'm angry. Pretend that I'm okay.
Beneath that - don't trust humans, but I had a heart.
And I'll call that a day.