Tag Archives: Life

Red-Windowsills

It was nothing serious, really…
Just some drunk kisses on the rave-up.
It was fully absurdly and freely
Two different hues of lipsticks on one cup.

We were peers… OK. I was a bit older.
The same musical tastes and life views.
We both were like a password-protected folder…
OK. She was always losing her clues.

When I entered to the kitchen she was painting a windowsill.
(I’m sure that right here I fucked up with articles and tenses.)
Yes, she was painting with a scarlet nail polish. A tiny quill.
Hellish stink. Hellish color. I swear, it was hell in all senses!

I went… and returned with a bottle of paint remover.
I just thought that red doesn’t fit. I would prefer black.
And she said, “Wow… booze. Cheers, my Rover…”
And she took a sip. Only one huge sip. Only a sip… and without a snack.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // When Time Stopped For You by Kasey Stafford aka BasicAudio

The younger days grew older,
With the hourglass dropping bits of time,
I sit, staring at shared memories left unto me.
These nights grow colder.
I’m throwing wishes toward the heavens,
For you to walk this earth again.
To see my friend, I wish
I knew why you left.
Still I was left to wonder.
Left to stare at the remnants of a shattered life.
Lost to it’s meaning, suffered in it’s feelings.
The news broke me in two.
How your skies faded from blue to black, I’ll never understand.
How could you give up?
You left me in the dark,
Before you blew out your last candle.
Tears falling like the stars,
Where your light now resides.
Flickering echoes of a soul lost in the universe,
Forever reaching for Gods hand,
While mine are shaking, gathering up sand.
Piecing together the hourglass,
Holding it together with memories,
So it can never be broken again.
Rest peacefully with the stars.

by KASEY STAFFORD (aka BASICAUDIO)
© All rights reserved 2014

a Pendulum

A pendulum sways
directly overhead.
Celestial ways
are rutted by a feather-edged tread.

A pendulum sways.
Something is amiss.
A white feather glides
down, into the abyss…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Nothing by Purple Creature

Darkness surrounds me,
Engulfing me… comforting me,
Befriending me.
The pain is growing,
Becoming everlasting…
It has become my new bride.
My memories are long gone and
Far away now as distant as
Alpha Centauri.
I lie here like and open wound
With puss oozing out.
Like an itch that can never be scratched.
Like a virgin who will never be able to feel the inside of a woman and explode in ecstasy…
My time has come… I am slipping away to never-never land… like a thief in the night.
Fuck you, world…
You gave me nothing
And I give you nothing back…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Lonely Place / Lugar Solitário by Ephemeral Mementos

Its a lonely place,
to love you;
A sad song,
with no prose;
A declaimed poem,
without rhymes.

Its living a life,
without objectives;
Sculpting marble,
without chisel;
Painting lovely pictures,
without paint.

Its suffering from a terminal illness,
that never ends;
to lack air to breath,
each time you inhale.
to weep deeply,
with dry eyes.

Its conquering the World,
for nothing;
Giving up,
one step away from the finish line
and remain there, looking,
watching the others go by.

(Portuguese Original Version)

É um lugar solitário,
amar-te;
uma canção triste,
sem prosa;
um poema declamado,
sem rima.

É viver uma vida,
sem rumo;
esculpir mármore,
sem escopro;
pintar murais lindos,
sem tinta.

É sofrer de doença terminal,
que não tem fim;
ter falta de ar,
ao respirar;
chorar profundo,
de olhos enxutos.

É conquistar o Mundo,
para nada;
Desistir,
a um passo da meta,
e ficar, olhando,
vendo os outros passar.

by EPHEMERAL MEMENTOS
© All rights reserved 2014