sobota 10. januára 2015

Mirror asks you

Those eyes were staring at me,
ocean of hatred beneath that
bright green colour.
Soul was lonely, barely seen
beside its broken heart.
High voice screamed and 
shook my body, 
almost like a shiver,
whisper, and I finally understood 
her need to be loved
to find love in herself.
Her eyes were staring at me
and I never saw such a sadness
beneath such a beautiful eyes.

Poor eyes,
they never found love.
Poor green colour,
always bright but never
loved.

Sometimes those eyes
stare at me even now,
poor eyes,
without love.

Those eyes hide beautiful world
of high hopes and daydreams
and patient and brightness,
shining colours and
beautiful thoughts and
and
and
shallow emptiness,
poor loveless.

They are still
staring at me,
those poor eyes,
without love.

7.1.2015; Mavis Agony

štvrtok 1. januára 2015

Breakfast for Soul

I want piece of
fog in plastic
bag
on the shelf,
beside the bowl of
dew,
on the left side
of a glass
with snowflakes,
in front of
canister
of memories,
behind the nails
from
sun rays.
I want piece of
my
wonder-
land. 

2014; Mavis Agony

knowledge

you know
that I don’t fight
with
loneliness
you know
that I’m not avoid
of
being
but sometimes
sometimes
you don’t know
that the only thing
I know is
doubt
sometimes you
don’t know

2014; Mavis Agony