"Owls are not what they seem"
I remember
all burnt dinners and skipped breakfasts,
because you couldn’t face us
being in separate places,
so we stayed in bed instead,
counting.
You calculated days
that
we still have left
and I
summed up echoes
of those memories we had.
Numbers didn’t match,
but I knew it was because
our minds
were so pathetically different.
They still are.
– Chatty Owl –
Words of apology
hardly ever leave my mouth.
Guarded
by the maze of embarrassment
and tunnels of arrogant vanity,
they stay right
where
they (don’t) belong –
inside.
(Like your body parts
inside me
in the morning).
I like to wonder
about
what colour are your thoughts
when you think about me,
but then…
does it really matter?
I’m not your friend
any more.
Friends
are for when things go wrong
and you need a shoulder
or two
to cry on.
And lovers –
for when one is happy,
because
there is no better way
than to share your joy and money
with someone
you’re attracted to.
I’m not your friend,
because
you chose
to share your happiness
with me.
– Chatty Owl –
You have such a talent!
A talent?
A talent for what?
Anyone can ramble away
in bitter words,
but that’s not a talent,
it ain’t special.
It takes more
than a sarcastic comment
to be a poet
and
I’m just a blabbering owl,
who saw a chance.
I told
way too many men
that I love them –
they never questioned how much,
so I just shushed
about the quantity
and fingered
words in sand
of a pure lie –
“I love you”.
They ran to me,
led by an instinct,
like little kids run to their mother
in need of reassurance
and
indescribable momentum,
except the fact
that
they weren’t children
and I had no intentions
of directing them
away.
Those stories ended
before they even could begin
and I never cared enough
to explain
why
I never bought them
Christmas presents.
There is no such thing as Santa
and no such thing
as the love of an owl.
Judge me tomorrow,
today we are still pretending
to be happy.
– Chatty Owl –
You’re here,
but you don’t want me.
You write long-winded words
and pretentious sentences,
waiting
for someone to take your bait
and pay you back
in three wishes
of African gold,
but let me tell you,
my dear,
bait is bitter and gold is cheap,
compared with a fact,
that
my biggest inspiration is anger
and you inspire me
a lot
lately.
– Chatty Owl –
A second choice,
a backup plan –
like leftovers, still warm on your spoon,
but tasteless –
good only to keep your body alive,
surviving,
but
without any real passion,
that humanity craves so much
(that you crave so much!)
Thats all you get –
residue,
substitute of feelings.
You’ve been living off her love,
but there’s none left any more
for you,
just chucked-outside coldness
and pity feelings –
like trash of the riches.
I know you hurt all over
as if your skin is a reflection
of a bruised soul
and I watch you force yourself
to fall asleep like this –
by waking up with a headache,
that seems so soothing
in comparison.
She has done it.
Not on purpose, yet so effectively.
You left your life for her
and she returned to hers –
without you.
– Chatty Owl –
I told you how I bite
more than I can chew sometimes
and how
I deliberately don’t sleep at night,
so I could think about
what you are doing
right now
on the other side of the world.
(Stupid time difference).
I want to be with you –
at least like this,
in present time…
They call it insomnia,
I call it obedience
and
being neurotic.
– Chatty Owl –
Waiting for seasons to change
is as much fun
as getting your hair stroked
by your own hand –
it’s never as pleasing,
unless somebody else does it.
Naked trees are not the same
as naked bodies,
but it’s all porn to me,
because
I don’t believe in covering up
feelings
that I don’t have for you.
There is no shame
in wanting to forget your name,
but it is unfortunate
to realise
that I already don’t remember it.
(Or maybe I never even knew it?)
just like you never knew
how much I despise flowers in fields
and pots
and vases,
but I smile every time
you attempt to pick them for me,
because
that’s how much I don’t care
to be truthful to you.
“It’s not fair”, I hear you think
and I have
only one answer to this –
“you’ll get used to it”.
You and me –
never in love.
We learned the words of it,
but not the language
and when you looked me in the eyes
with that adorable look
that whispered how you feel,
I revealed the biggest secret –
it’s not love, my dear.
It’s just another day.
– Chatty Owl –
I can’t sleep again. It’s been the fourth night in a row now. (Well, it was more, but I’d like to document only recent extremities).
I would love to blame you for that, but you don’t exist.
My thoughts, like sirens in the sea, are luring me to toy with the rusty flow of my mind.
I need a diversion. But the problem with them is…you get involved.
– Chatty Owl –
I make you believe that
I’m an open book
by making you read me
backwards –
like a cryptic countdown.
But you already know
the culminating end
will be
those peaceful, well-known words
of
“once upon a time…”
Hard covers are lying
about how tough I am
and how well I bluff
looking right at your face,
but we both can’t hide
the attraction,
that’s measured in two-tone
poker chips and
rigid paper money,
hidden in the scent of those old books.
So don’t ask me
why I continue drinking coffee –
I’m just hoping
to find you
at the bottom of my cup.
– Chatty Owl –
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.
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
CHATTYOWL 