23.11.12

broken

for my saint

i wish
he knew

sometimes
the sun on my horizon rises black
and sets

the raindrops of my colors bleed although i turn them into poems

i'm always on the run
with wine
with men
with poetry
(whatever... i don't care)
in dreams shared in a locker with no name no key
fleeing away from myself
into oblivion

i'm trying to forget the fear the pain the changes
so scared that life
my life
is closing down
right now

but in the stillness of the fading days
i hear
his heart

the music and the silence of his blood
are mirrored in my veins

i am the one to weave
his stories into words
in winter of his hair

i wish he knew

© Aleks 2012

9 comments:

© dragica said...

Aleks, please, don't scare me!
What is happening?
Hope the bad feelings have gone!

The poem is to scary to say this time that it's beautiful.

Take care dude!

tjaž said...

"the music and the silence of his blood
are mirrored in my veins"

Ljubezen v tebi joče in se čisti v bolečini! A z iztegnjeno dlanjo sonce na tvojem obzorju ne bo več črno!
Drži se!



aleks said...

-@ Dragica, draga, pesem ni zato, da bi kogarkoli skrbelo... včasih pač svet doživljaš bolj črno, kar pa ne pomeni, da se ne boš zlizal (niti ne, da se ne boš, ampak to ni ta zgodba). hvala, in lepo bodi!

-@ tjaž, a veš, da sta tidve vrstici v tej pesmi tudi najbolj blizu. tudi tebi hvala in dobro bodi!

tjaž said...

Začutil sem! Da!

aleks said...

Lepo je, da kdo začuti, kaj pišem.
Hvala.
Tudi tvoje pesmi imajo rade nekoga, bi rekel.

Anonymous said...

fearrings??

aleks said...

fearings: feelings + fear

Professor said...

Alek, A s plusom!
Sploh od tam naprej, kjer si zapisal, "I hear your heart", dejansko pobožaš dušo.

aleks said...

ta del je tudi meni zelo ljub...
hvala!

 
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