"Owls are not what they seem"
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 –
Once again. It’s that day. My mind is always full of you. On a Sunday.
You killed everything good that I had left.
Long shadows remind me of the short moments we have yet to enjoy.
– Chatty Owl –
Lonely darkness
creeps inside
my
thoughts
about memories
about us
(still) together.
My hand reached out
for
all that is
right
to write
to you,
but I forbid myself
to do so
more times a day
than
breathing.
I needed you
more
than my naive soul
could admit
and spoke about it
less
than my heart
could allow me.
I miss
being an angel.
– Chatty Owl –
Cold touch
of
white powder
finds your toes
quicker
that a warm hand
next to you.
Clean crumbs
of
pure cloud
are
crunched under
the weight
of mind.
Gives in.
Melts down.
Defaced beauty.
– Chatty Owl –
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 –
The most immense, immeasurable self-seduction
I die three times a minute and wake up just to get killed again
By the strongest passion  humanity has ever known
You pin emotions down against the wall and smack them
Hit
Spank the last feeling out of them
(Until there is nothing left of it)
Own me
Crawl inside me, place your whole being under my skin and live there
Permanently
Dilute my soul with your body and make a whole new being
I want the human race erased and us to start all over
Like Adam and the fucking Eve
The naked flesh, Â the naked souls and sinful lusts
I want a mesh of these two bodies become the guilty snake of the humanity
I’m fighting feeling of a total anger
The one, that hits the darkest places of my twisted mind and makes the thoughts into perverted actions of desire
I have no shame
No stopping sign or line that needs not to be crossed
We make the room spin round around us
A total trans, the beauty of us both
(Electrified times hundred)
I want to use you
Rub the surface clean and make you into a cloud of dust
Until there’s nothing left of you
Of us
Until it all just stays to be the memory of our new beginning
– Chatty Owl has left the building –
It rained all night –
Expected wetness of the unexpected matter
(it had to be so very very different)
I wiped my tears just to be greeted by the even bigger raindrops of misfortune
Birds of feather
Hunting claws
The watchful eyes that never met the stare of one another
I never had someone so fucking near…
But out of reach in indescribable affair of a lifetime
I want to hate you
For being so imperfectly amazing
I want to hate you
For belonging to somebody else
I want to hate you
For always saying words in perfect order
Instead of that…
I change this hating into love.
– Chatty Owl has left the building –
the feeling of this never-ending fall
you got me caught
i’m like a squirming fish, swallowed your bait
the foreign tongue twirls round in promises of nothing
that’s what i like the most – (un)truth
just as you said…
no questions asked, no words that will be spoken
i’ll count the sadness on your skin
and you can lick away my guilty conscience
you are a sinner
so am i
i hide my dirty soul in satin sheets
(they’re white in colour)
to make it up for lack of pureness in my life
(that’s non-existent)
i crave
i squirm
i writhe my way towards the biggest passion – you
i’ll kill your mind and kiss your body better
i’ll heal the wounds on your red flesh
and make new scars in soul of yours
you’re self-destructing, so let me help you
by feeding you those damaging emotions
as your dinner
i’m empty
just like you
i have no soul or mind to give you
but i will offer cheapest gift of all – my body
bruised, neglected
i’ll be your foggy dream of wild emotions
and i will sweat the words of passion
you know,
i’m here to please you
by pleasing just myself
so cry your soul upon the blackest hair of mine
and i will never wash these memories away
– Chatty Owl has left the building –
CHATTYOWL 