I found my loveI found my love on the dashboard,
Above her the layers of dust hold-
My fingerprints smudged in a heart.
I found my love on my lower back,
She was a tattoo carved in pure blue and black-
Of question marks mimicking clefs.
I found my love underneath my bed,
Its wasnt that hard, because straight to her led-
A trail of sun-spots on the floor.
I found my love in my old Chanson CD,
She looked kind of lost, but I knew thats where shed be-
A whisky glass full in her hand.
I found my love on a leaf in the garden,
She wanted to stay, but it started to rain then-
I built her a shelter of hands.
I found my love tween the crinkles of my mind,
She never was hiding, but I knew that I could find-
The current she causes in me.
The Lion that Wanted No HeartThe lion was almost happy in his own cat life, and nothing could come up to his mind when he was asked to tell about his greatest fear, or reveal his strongest craving. Yet, if asked whether there was something he wanted, besides what he has at this very moment, he would nod without hesitation, tilting his long and marvelous whiskers as he did.
He was not quite sure what is it he wants, but he was confident it wasnt a gazelle or any other thing he was offered. And as a feeling of not-knowing spread longer as the days past, his heart could not be as it used to, and his mind was wandering in search, just to find nothing.
One day the lion was following a smell, one of delicious flavor, that had never before was seen in these woods, his mind lingering in distant places, desperate.
Oh! Of course we will, silly. Never doubt yourself. A high voice cried to the left of him, and then burst into a short giggle. The lion stopped at the realization that it was not familiar
ANd Not AgainAllow me to be harsh for a second:
I want you out of my life.
When you silently moved on,
I kept mumbling "My girl's gone",
Cried, letting go with a strife.
Allow me to be selfish for once:
I don't want to know how you are.
Now you're telling me, pretty;
"He still smothers me sweetly"
And I'm worried, this time from afar.
Allow me to be guilty this minute:
I don't want to see how you fall.
How you give up to drugs,
Alcohol (your boy shrugs)
I just want to be happy, that's all.
A lost, burnt cigarette stabI don't remember much, but I was in a tall building, on one of the top stories, or maybe even on the roof at some point. Me and other guys and girls, and particularly one I liked, who for some reason associates in my head with a cigarette stub.
Perhaps we were walking, perhaps we were jumping the roofs - this part is blurry, like the rest of this crazy night.
And then it started. Somebody came, and started to attack us. I found myself trying to loosen the grip of a boy on me, kicking as hard as I can; biting. And then a girl whose hair I'm pulling, hitting her head on the walls. Again. Again. Just survive. Look around myself rapidly, wildly, because we're not alone, and they all want our death.
Where is he? I hope he's alright. I saw a kid down, and he's dead, this I know. I look into his face for a long second, trying to recall if it's him or not.
Then I follow in a wild race another boy who, I think, looks like that one guy, and we just try to stay alive among the cruel beaten bodies