Category: Poems

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VERY INSPIRING BLOGGER AWARD

Right. My Friday (yesterday) started absolutely great and the person to “blame” is dear http://mysteriouslyquiet.wordpress.com/ for listing me as one of her Very Inspiring Bloggers. Flattered and honoured so very much!

I know that we are all here to share our thoughts in a form of words and it’s inspiring and motivating to see such a big growing community of talented people that really are so good with words…

In addition to that, I would like to thank every one of you for stopping by and reading my ramblings. Means a world to me, really.

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Now for the rules about the award.
1. Copy the award and place it in your post.
2. Thank the person who nominated you and add a link back to their blog.
3. Tell 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers for the award and tell them by posting a comment on their blogs.

So, here goes my seven deadly facts, ha ha!
1. I can bark like a dog and you wouldn’t tell the difference.
2. I’m addicted to coffee and whiskey.
3. I speak three languages.
4. I cannot write, if there is clutter around me.
5. Most powerful inspiration comes to me at night or early hours of the morning. I’d say 4am is the most productive.
6. I love walking around with no purpose. Especially around the city lights at night.
7. I have no patience. At all.

Now for the fun part. These are the blogs that I think deserve to be read over and over again, because they are that good. Inspiring. Created by talented people. I’m happy I came across every single one of you!

1. http://chestermaynes.wordpress.com/
2. http://crushedoblivion.wordpress.com/
3. http://repressedsoul.wordpress.com/
4. http://takeoffyourprose.wordpress.com/
5. http://po3tic.wordpress.com/
6. http://eclipsingwinter.com/
7. http://throughthehealinglens.com/
8. http://februarystationery.com/
9. http://wordsofbirds.wordpress.com/
10. http://fragmentedfigments.wordpress.com/

Go and visit them to check them out!

Oh, and one more thing. Please don’t feel obliged to “play along”, but I think this was a great way to show the others what I read and what I like and to say thank you to all of you for being so awesome!

Yours,
Chatty Owl

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IF’S, BUT’S AND EXCUSES

You grabbed my hand
to grab a bite
in that place at the end of the street,
where you sneaked in a bottle of gin
at 10 o’clock in the morning –
the same time I promised you
that
I will pickpocket the love
out of your heart
to leave you with lust
only,
as that is stronger
than emotions and money put together –
because it forms a feeling.
I gave you a taste of myself
and made you crawl for more,
but you gave me a sneak peak of your life
and made me lose interest,
even though
we never loved each other more
than we do now.
You gave me a reason,
but I gave you a solution
and then we both broke our promises…
The only thing thats left for us
is gather dust in relationships
with someone else.
Loved,
but acting so unloving –
back at them.

– Chatty Owl –

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MUSED, AMUSED

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I mused,
amused by my body
screaming “sleep, girl!”
as my mind hissed back to keep my eyes open,
in case I will see you.
I’m sure you were standing
right there in front of me in the dark,
I just couldn’t trace your contours.
You were like white letters
on a white sheet of paper.
Just the opposite.
Those little details are important,
when you care,
my darling boy,
but I ignore them.
Like smart men ignore smart women,
who are just pretending to be smart.
Everybody pretends.
And then they all get tired,
like I get tired of learning from my own mistakes.
So I just make new ones,
bigger ones this time –
hoping
it will make my past look
more decent,
more forgivable,
less shameful,
guilt free.
I despise guilt, so I steer away from it.
If I could, I would number all my men
and forget their names for good.
Names give them personalities,
and those give them power.
There is a very thin line
between control and arrogance
and that thin line is me.
I mused,
amused by the sound
of a four letter word.
And I don’t mean the rude one
that you just thought about.
The other one.

– Chatty Owl –

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RACKET

Thirty four missed calls
over
six cups of untouched coffee
and
I read the words out loud,
ignoring the brutal echo of their sound.
My hair is up
and my knees are pressed hard
against some foreign tunes in the room,
leaving me content and so peacefully happy.
I smile
as non-existing pollen makes me sneeze
eight times in a row,
reminding me that you are reading this
with me. Together.
And I enjoy
the racket of our hearts. Beating.

– Chatty Owl –

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COLD TOES

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Sometimes I wonder
why can’t I like you
more
than those stinging questions you ask,
when you know that I lie
about every letter that leaves my filthy mouth,
yet
you ask me anyway.
Empty letterbox reminds me of a promise
to be
never in need,
never in love,
but you persist stepping on my naked toes
and I keep on reminding you
that
we are just two lovers,
stuck in a daylight nightmare.

Every day is a comfort of fake and I lower my eyes, when you ask me,
will I love you tomorrow.
Silence could never be as loud.

– Chatty Owl –

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I HATE THAT MOMENT

There!
Just…right there.
Yes,
right this moment,
when warm shower becomes
a rain of scolding cold.
That moment,
when careful footsteps in the night
stop right outside your door
and
all you can do is
listen to your own scared heart-beat
and pray that you are dreaming.
Right that moment,
when you realise you lost your keys
and nobody will let you in,
because
you chose to live alone.
(Years ago).

This is that moment.

And I know
you know
the feeling
I’m talking about…
That moment,
when I realised that all these words
were not for me.

I hate that moment.

– Chatty Owl –

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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 –