Paper boat.

 

I promised
I'd have given myself another chance.
I swear
I'm not into, try to balance
the leak.
I fall apart with the second glance
and I know,
all I can argue makes just no sense.

I miss you so and can't control my mess,
pay attention - or the world shall do it for you;
I am so smooth in words, so tough in threats,
so tiny in your heart so weighty in your mind.

I count
my ribs as I count back the days
I've been feeling
like a paper boat prone to sinking
in the ocean;
"...must be the Spring", that night I said,
but Summer came
and our edges stopped linking.

It hurts so much but I found the way
to get through this, guess what's the news?
The vilest way to anesthetize the pain:
when I lose my youth, you also lose.

I stomach your fear so nude,
your game tastes raw and rude
but She seems to overwhelm
when joy expires its term.

This blank's so evil to feel,
the one you created - and deny to fill,
inside your mind turned into weighty,
inside your heart now I'm so tiny.

And I
just want
to disappear.

Omen.

The voice suspended by momentary blaze

I fall silent - you dare,

and fingers make claim within hungry gazes.

You hurt - I stare

at your sincere eyes and mouth

ajar and confused,

your tongue - knotted to my words.

I wish nothing more than this moment,

I take - you overflow.

Our mutual past has never been so present,

you scratch my arms - I know,

now your hidden lacunas get into my bowels,

I feed and you fill me completely

as our limbs entwined merge

we've learnt through pain, now through complicity.

We are alchemy

we are the echoes of stars

we are destiny

we are perfect bizarre

and I'm gonna miss it,

soon

I'm gonna miss us.

Porcelain.

Oh, monster of my reproach,

you scream inside so squeaky

like sharpened nails on my jaded back

you injure my pride so sneaky.

A role reversal I can't tolerate

here in my bed turned into sea;

I am the Priestess, so cozy and alone,

a porcelain whore with a heart fulfilled.

The initiation for the thristy minds

I gave water to, emptying my pitcher

and like water I adapt to everything

and everyone who makes me differ.

I bit my lips until the blood pours out

to prove that it's just another nightmare,

the wheel that turns again too fast...

afraid to disperse, I refuse to share.

Delight.

Far away from the promised land

I dig holes so deep inside my chest

to find a reason

for being happily caged,

and I've been so stupid,

and now I crave but I am afraid...

Can't help probing your beautiful eyes:

I lost my freedom in ages, there I see it;

it's a delicate warmth,

makes my senses grow.

I'd throw myself in your arms

taking back the protection I gave.

You dear breath curls this sadness

so it becomes mountains, flowers and water

and freshness, and I dance like a feather

falling gently until it finds its soil.

Carried by the power of the oncoming Spring

all my centres open to your delight,

there is no sin for the prisoner heart

who desperately tries to break the grate.

Come undone.

Someone has something, still missing some more,
Someone stares at nothing, craving for the one
The lies in appearance
choke with every glance
My ear's naked in front of you
for any of your sigh - you do it too.

If our hands could unite and our thoughts could melt
you'd see we're not far, you'd smell the same scent
The lies in appearance
would lose all their substance
We're naked and unbearable
we're masked and so unstable.

My friend, I love you so
but we need to love our breath
thousand times more
to get out of this.

Indeed it's hard to look at our face in the mirror
the secrets reflected would fill it up with horror,
the lie of arrogance
never leaves us a chance
to try to expose our night,
risking to lose half of our life.

My friend, I love you so
but we need to love our skin
thousand times more
to get out of this.

In the crowd, in the crowd
we're all alone
Push it away, wash it away
until you're done
the stain you made gets visible
when you're alone
but no one cares, no one sees
we come undone.

-Veden KH-

Plato's cave.

Tired eyes, breathless mouth,
look at what you created;

it's cold outside - you're cold inside
when every drawback becomes hatred

filling the holes in your heart,
and the thorns of your past
have become so big that every rose has died;
there's no light there, where you hide

so come outside, where you can't see
- come outside, where you are forced to live;
where all your rage has no direction,
hatred turns into misconception;

so come outside, where nothing has a meaning
out of your Plato's cave,
where experience is stronger than a thought

you gave birth to,

wearing the mask of the brave.

 VedenKH

I am.

I like to fall into this silence;
echoes of breaths
back to me
with every wave against the stones.

Such a perfect moment
endless - like this silver sea
which opens its gates
beyond my sight.

Who am I to think
to own the World

I am the wind
making leaves shiver
and I am a cloud
changing its shape

and all that I feel
and all that I can see

one of a billion drops
searching for home
- among thousand homes;

one true reality
among infinite possibilities.

An echoe is teaching me
sighing - whithout an object:
there is no what - or where.

I am.

VedenKH - Oct. 2009