wandering through the fog looking for the edge hoping to find inspiration and not destruction
Tag: poetry
covered in sweat haunted by fear paralysed it's just a dream except my eyes are open and the d3mons are here
sometimes it's healthier to burn the bridge can't look back won't look back there is always a new path even at the edge of the cliff take a leap of faith and start swimming
blue skies above us threaded through with orange and pink hues - just kaleidoscope of smog grass is greener on the other side? sure before you trample it. water is crystal clear on the icy north? ice that is slowly drowning us
almost there almost where? where and what is there? i'm struggling to find dreams drowning in a fog my life, my mind, my soul touch of ray at its edge feel of sunshine, is it real? i can't see it but it's almost there
The cat is snoring on my bed
I’ve finished my fourth beer
it’s two o’clock at night
and I should go to sleep.
The cat stirred and started snoring louder
the timer on the heater clicked off.
The rain hasn’t stopped for three days.
All I write is nonsense
I drink beer and
hope the sun will show his face.
I listen to cat’s snores.
That’s all I’ve got.
I’ve drunk too much beer.
Napoleon was terrified of cats
cats have OCD - licking and
licking and licking the same spot
spots and pots and kettles
are all the same and all are black
black versus white and right
against wrong
wrong turn on the road and you are lost
lost treasure, a mere
X on a map
a map to someone’s imagination and dreams
dreams and nightmares,
who knows what is real?
real feelings of heart - a strange place
place that
turns into a new world
world that turns and we don’t even notice
it spins
spins and turns (again!) - i’ve been here...
here and there and
back again
again and never, love hurts and tastes so good
good deed will
get punished and innocent will suffer for sinners.
sinners and saints
both walk the earth and the Earth spins
faster than ever.
Author: Július Lenko
Among the trees sky-blue pond with racing white ducks and close by a green lizard on a tree stump. What country am I in? I am sending it to you on a postcard. Come, come immediately. Arrive with the first rain, you'll find me by a heart carved in stone. Come before it turns into a scar.
Pomedzi stromy vidno belasý rybník, na ňom preteky bielych kačíc a celkom blízko peň stromu so zelenou jaštericou. V akej som krajine? Posielam ti ju na pohľadnici. Príď, ihneď príď. Prileť s prvým dažďom, nájdeš ma po srdci, vytesanom v kameni. Príď prv, kým na jazvu sa premení.
Mighty universe, why are there no unicorns? I need a rainbow.
Eat your greens says mom - vegetables on my plate, ...it's a mushy pile.
pretty garden hides underground kingdom of worms they need each other
Plant tissue xylem bringing water from the roots to the plant. Nature...
Let's restart this year Let's repeat 2020 'cause something went wrong.
Zebra's angry shouts - I am not a stripy horse! Sorry, but you are.
image from: https://www.britannica.com/science/xylem
Author: Nata Hosťovecká
Once more, trying to wake up tenderness in me you are standing at my door, silent, waiting for borderless desire - old habit of our old games. But, something is stuck between us like a lightning, sharpness of a blade, winding road, dark pits... No more knocking on my doors. The keys rusted into the lock tarnished by long wait - Not each of us likes to share. You can go. I no longer hold you. You know, I am a woman, not just a doormat somewhere by the door that you only notice missing when you need to clean your shoes.
Opäť chceš vo mne budiť nehu, mlčiaci stojíš pri dverách a čakáš túžbu bezobrehú - starý zvyk v našich starých hrách. Čosi však trčí medzi nami ako blesk, ostrie čepele, kľukatá cesta, tmavé jamy... Neklop viac, neklop na dvere. V zámke už kľúče zhrdzaveli zájdené dlhým čakaním - Nie každý z nás dvoch rád sa delí. Môžeš ísť. Už ti nebránim. Vieš, ja som žena a nie iba rohožka niekde pri dverách, ktorá ti práve vtedy chýba, keď z topánok chceš zotrieť prach.
