mai 2022 - Chelcioaica

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balmy night

A balmy Monday night it was, stars flickering unsteady  Discarded clothes pushed into a corner like fallen leaves Sheets moist and clingy, breeze sweet and cold Windows squeaky, crooked floors, lukewarm water, Salty skin and bedroom eyes, soft voices and million of years ahead Waiting calmly to break us apart Image@ unsplash

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roller coaster

You can stay, if you want to, she told me, blowing away The smoke of past, present and future cigars Seeming as distant and cold as the pale moon and I Began to feel so useless in her arms, like a broken vase With dried up flowers sitting in a remainder of a muddy water And ever so foolish, like waiting in a queue for a monster roller coaster  That I had no intention of riding. image source: unsplash

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this man

Mornings come and morning go Faded in a mist of coffee and pale smoke of Burnt toast, I feel this man’s hands could squeeze me Breathless just as easily as he can ease the pain  From my tense shoulders, his jawline skin is blue and bruised from razors From midnight fights, from lustful kisses, he never tells me Where he’s been, but I don’t mind, I’m only thinking He’s surprisingly young for a god image source: unsplash

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Movies

The movie had ended and the boy sat up He looked so solemn, so troubled, as he fought The tears awaiting behind his eyes, the photography was lovely, The story simply brilliant, he especially liked The joyful play of the sunlight flaring on the windows, The growingly opaque blue smoke swallowing the tiny houses The forest mist to which they woke each morning The beginning of a new day, so significantly blooming Why wasn’t real life as cinematic? It would…

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end credits

We sat there for several hours The wind squeezed its way into the car Through the slightly cracked open window It made a whistling sound, like Thomas, the building site worker, Used to make whenever high school girls in skirts passed by Oblivious to his hungry, wolflike stare, surprising Isn’t it, she said, suddenly breaking the silence,  How little is there left to say, and I nodded in agreement Watching the end credits roll down my car windshield image @…

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common courtesy

We broke up just yesterday evening, It was a common courtesy to wait until The tea had been drank, the cookies have been eaten, The sugary crumbs thrown away to diabetes prone pigeons, Tip tapping their little crimson feet on our window pane You don’t make me feel good anymore, I said Opening the window, patting one of the most Domestic pigeons of the pack, you know, he said Rising up to meet my gaze, no one  Can make you…

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the blame

Woke up with dead weight eyelids Took forever to open my eyes Sandpaper friction each time I blink The world is a such a nasty place to be in Today It’s not you, It’s not me, it’s not even the weather And having no one to blame Feels absolutely the worst Image @ unsplash

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raging sky

And what have I ever did to you?!, I beg Of the entire world out there, mysterious and mischievous, hidden  behind a big blanket of rain Drenched in sweat, soaking wet, tears rushing down my face Their salty sting bothering the creases  Of my lips, but there is no one  There to answer, the storm makes people Ask questions and feel defeated by a hallowing silence The only sound is heavy rain, hurling down at me From a raging, spiteful…

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Buttery white silk

I loved the way she used to dress. Buttery white silk Victorian nightgowns and roman slippers Sliding on some pantyhose and putting on some dark green stilettos To get out of the house and smoke her cinnamon cigars At the decrepit cafe on St Jude’s Avenue, all my friends envied me For having such a beautiful, troubled older sister that made Giving up on life look so glamorous. Anyway, time has passed The nightgowns are worn out and covered by…

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fingerprints

This morning when I opened the window it seemed  The sky wore a brand new set of colors, more spectacular Than the pinks and blue and yellow, the clouds Seemed of butter and milk and the sun was somewhere Far beyond the trees, their leaves seemed lit from within I broke to tears, sometimes the world is too much too handle Sometimes it feels like you were absurdly lucky to have found God’s fingerprints on your window Image @ unsplash

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