Category: Daily nonsense

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TUESDAY

They all take me
in little portions and big gulps.
The fights for attention
end up
in loud noises and broken bones –
mine.
Greedy hands and
sugar coated sentences
melt right in my mouth
and all I want to do
is spit them all out
and forget the taste
of attraction
they have for me.
I envy
happy lives of others
and secure doors to one’s future.
It smells like jealousy
and
tastes like self-pity
and thats the worst
they could have done to me.

Resentment.

Fridays
are the least romantic days of the week,
but Tuesdays are the best for tears,
and thats all I’m gonna do today –
cry.

– Chatty Owl –

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YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

Three lose buttons on my shirt
and you chose the one
that’s so difficult to fiddle with,
leaving you frustrated
and me annoyed,
but us both –
breathless.

Your eyes were screaming
words that start with “L”,
while I was counting
passing cars and
begging you
to keep your sentences
inside your
mouth,

so I could swallow
vowels of your words
(the ones that you arrange
so neatly in-between
your fingers)
and make new sounds
that rhyme with
moans
you cannot make.

I hate to say this,
but
I miss you.

– Chatty Owl –

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SUNRISE IN JAPAN

I had to change my name,
because my face didn’t fit your hands
as it used to
and when you kissed me,
there were no sparks to prove,
that we are in love.
I like the thought of you
(un)dressed on my bed,
but it’s not easy for me
to hang my clothes
on your peg of honesty,
so I just throw them on the floor –
the same place, where
you used to tell me,
how you enjoy the smell
of my just-washed hair.
You write prose about your past
and I (un)write poems about the future,
because I don’t have one.
I want to stare at your face
all three hundred minutes
and no breaks,
but I still won’t be able to see
past that mask of yours
and guess the name
of your first girlfriend.
Sometimes I drag my nails
across walls and floorboards
trying to find that perfect word
to describe
how much I want to hate you,
but it takes three seconds
to find a web of words
to express the emotion I have
for your blue eyes, that
are not blue after-all.
Creative monsters live in walls
of my bedroom,
but only on those days,
when you’ve slept in my bed
and left socks on the stairs –
like a reminder,
that you will crawl back
inside my mind again.
Like a snake in the grass.
Like my hand in your pants.
I wear a shirt with no bra
and I drink coffee with no sugar,
but I cover my eyes in front of strangers
and I disguise whiskey in my coffee,
when the clock strikes 7 in the morning,
because
this is the time,
when people have lunch in Japan
and I like eating in good company.
With strangers.
You told me to quit lying,
but I never even tried
doing it,
so don’t patronise me about things
I have not intended to do,
until you offered
and
I slipped.

– Chatty Owl –

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ENOUGH

Enough.
The flashbacks of the past,
like ghosts,
reflected in the mirrors of today…
They’re forcing me to see
the image
I so long to put behind me.
The crush.
The lust.
The so called love…
Emotions, that have never had a label on them…
They do come back,
when I expect them not to
and I’m so tired
of this constant struggle
of compete,
that my whole soul just wants to shout,
and scream,
and yell
…
Enough!
Enough of this!
Enough…
Let’s break the silence,
like we used to break each other.
It’s time to be above all this
and let each other live.
In peace.

– Chatty Owl –

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YOU

Your hands were high up
against the wall,
holding my wrists
with thirsty passion
and I couldn’t stop smiling,
thinking about your face
buried in my long hair –
like a stranger,
that’s afraid of sunshine.
I kept on holding my breath,
so our lips would meet
at the same moment,
but it wasn’t a kiss –
it was a simultaneous dilemma of two drifters..
My legs
felt the roughness of your waist
and I never felt lighter in my life.
You.
I want it all to be about you.

– Chatty Owl –

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LOLITA IS NOT A BOOK TONIGHT

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You tease me
with your words,
like your fingers teased the palm of my hand,
like my lips should have teased yours
more.
Way more
than they did.
I wanted to run my hands all over your nervous self,
but all I could do is stare
and
want you.
One hour turned into two.
Two cups into four
and I couldn’t help but notice
how easy it is
to turn the bitter taste into sweet
in two short seconds.
(And you did it in one)
I know I shouldn’t
but I can’t
stop
(nor do I want to)
mouthing words of praise
I have for you.

– Chatty Owl –

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TANGO

I will let myself borrow the music from your life. The tunes, that are always right and make their way into my soul.

Yes, tango. The only dance that makes me weep. No matter how hard I try to keep my face of stone, it just melts me into memories of how I used to…long time ago. If you asked me to show how much I love you in the most intense way, I’d dance for you.

With you.

The speed! The twirl! The affection that just seeps through! Those red ribbons against my skin and firm taps on the floor would proof the love in such a way, it would leave you breathless to ever doubt it. The power! The one that lifts my whole body up and covers me in sweat of the salty passion. The dance, that dismisses all questions and leaves you craving more and more and more. Like a crazy madness of unstoppable speed and imperceptible sadness this two-step brings. The heat, the storm of sensation, that bounces back and tickles the bare triangle of flesh on my back. Your palms, holding me. My nails, leaving marks on your skin as I glide my fingers down your arms. My hair, touching the floor as you let me go and your hot breath on my cheek as we stop. And look at each other. Before resuming this immense act of seduction.

I would dance myself to death to prove my delirious fever I have for you.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –

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PATH

I screamed (five times that day) and nobody could hear me. The drizzly rain diluted my salty tears and they all turned into little streams of waste. Tiny rivers, that soiled my existence in this city. At least for one day. I walked for miles and wondered at the passing cars and people. There were that many…

I slammed the door a tad too hard that day and it was still ringing in my head. The noise of change. The melody of a broken chain, that guards the gates..the path of a dishonest future. I make decisions for the others and shut the windows down, taking away the sunsets of their own imagination. It causes violent rage and obscene storms of emotions.

You know, I never knew anger can be so seductive…

– Chatty Owl –

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WAIT FOR IT

Let me give you what you want right now.

A fairy tale with no wrong answers.

An illusion with the happiest ending.

Let me. Come to me.

Now.

Take me and all I have to give.

Three wishes – I’ll make them all happen.

With one condition, my dear.

Good things always have an expiry date.

Wait for it.

Let’s be happy now.

Until…

Until we are done.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –