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SOCIAL ISOLATION

A bed made for one.
Twisted sheets under thighs.
Lost in a trance of a distant voice,
speaking softly
at first,
until the rough pleasure
creeps into your mind.
No hands smudging your lipstick,
but your own.
Moments couldn’t be more intense,
even if you allowed a chance
for another someone
to touch you.

Refused invitations.
Deleted messages.
Dates,
cancelled –

all, so you could get lost in the reality
you made for yourself.
Social isolation,
in order to fulfil needs of your body,
connecting across oceans
with another.
You.

– Chatty Owl –

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STANDARDS OF EXCELLENCE

Elevated and provocative.
Exposed.
Carved in stone
and burnt in wood.
You are preserved
in every single element of life.
They name you,
yet not applying labels,
and you’re the benchmark
of their beginning and the end.
The paths they take,
it’s all a reference to you –
their dedication is immense.
Erotic.
Blind.
They take their steps
to match your shadow,
and their spine
is in the perfect line
of your bare shoulders.
They wish for that long-waited cross,
a new-breed of human.
You know they think of you
As someone godly.
Are you?

– Chatty Owl –

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BEHIND THOSE SHADOWS

They look at you
and your clothes tell a story
of last night.
White shirt
with
strangers hair all over it –
it’s like the last straw
to their tolerance.

To your innocence,
that you lost
at the same time
you lost your mind.

(And clothes).

Thin stitchings of dignity
got ripped
as you were sitting on the lap of a stranger.

See-through tops
and
see-through minds
mesh together into a thinning net,
that sets such a strong foundation
for new victims to be caught
and savoured by your lips.

Your shoulders move
in the direction of their gazing eyes,
and you can tell,
that slowly
you are twisting
every
single
one of them
around your fingers
and your toes.

Count them.
Give them names.
You’re famous after all.

– Chatty Owl –

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DESTRUCTIVE

Today I was catching up with my reader after being away for a while, and I came across this post by my dear friend Paul and it triggered me to write about this.
Sad as it is…

Your destructive beauty
conquers every muscle in my body.
This masterpiece of what you are
reminds me of a fragile flower –
the subtle curves
and ever-changing colours…
Just like a swarm of stinging jellyfish,
that hypnotise my soul,
I’m forced
to aimlessly devote my mind
to a fruitless hope.
You’re fatal.
Like a stunning woman.
All evil things are blessed
with being pretty.

– Chatty Owl –

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OUT OF STEP

I’m two steps ahead of you,
and I already can’t remember
what it feels like
to be there,
where you are now.
You point towards the ground
and ask me
to walk a mile in your shoes,
but my dear, I say,
I have my own shoes to worry about,
as I speed up,
leaving you and your shoelaces.

– Chatty Owl –

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A-Z

Hi you all. I’m still on my little break, so please be patient with me while I’m taking my time to catch up with all your lovely posts that I actually miss reading.
Soon!

Abandoned
bodies of the past
cripple
days of my
enjoyment. They
fiddle with my memories,
gathering all of them in one
house of disappointment.
Irrational decisions,
juvenile actions, like a flight of a
kite –
lingering above, but not worth
mentioning, yet
not easy to be forgotten.
Obscene images
pirouette in front of my eyes,
queueing up in
rows and rows, forming
silent movies,
that
undress my soul bare.
Vendettas and revenges
whip their angry fangs at me,
XII hours of regret, while you
yell “help” in the
zenith of our broken life.

– Chatty Owl –

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THE MOMENT

I watch the rain
kissing the other side of my window
and wonder,
if that’s how you feel,
when I touch you,
having another man
on my mind.
You know,
as if my hugs
were wrapped in a plastic sheet
and all you can feel is
the artificial warmth.
Is that what it is for you?

My dry lips
are screaming for water
as I watch those droplets
going south,
teasing me with their wet presence,
and that’s the moment,
when I realise
that
I shouldn’t stay with you,
on the wrong side of the rain.

– Chatty Owl –

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INNER GEOMETRIES

My dear all, I wanted to thank everybody for being such a huge support lately. Your comments and feedback mean a lot to me. I need to fly away for a while, so I’ll be missing your new writings and posts, but I’ll try to catch up with all of you whenever I get a chance. Also, I scheduled few posts for this week (thanks WP for this option), so stay tuned until I’m back!
Stay awesome, dears.
I will miss you.

I drop my eyes
to the level of your desperation.
I cannot smile
or you'll know it's not sincere.
Unlike others,
you can always tell the difference.
You ask me
why I'm so quiet
and
I point at the sky.
Thoughts of you and I
are floating about there,
forming offsprings of new ideas,
but then bouncing off each other,
creating new paths for themselves.
Circles distort,
love triangles become pentagons,
mysteries get cornered
inside these square boxes
and
like a venus fly trap,
I close my eyes,
fold my arms,
and evaporate
into a feathery river
of nothingness.

- Chatty Owl -
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REPETITIVELY SHORT

Pale fingers running
up and down my legs.

Soaking up
my tanned skin.

Your lips on mine.
I want them to be lost

in a maze of kisses.
For eternity.

Infinity.
A horizontal figure of eight.

Like me.
On that table.
On my back.

Inappropriate thoughts
is the most natural thing

right now.
With you.

High heels during the day.
Barefoot at night.
In love by morning.

– Chatty Owl –

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ILLER

Vertical shadows stand behind me
like cyclopean statues,
as reminders,
that we are always watched
by the eye.
Eerie rendezvous of the night
become
an obsessive addiction
of the mundane daylight
and we sigh over dreams,
that we wasted away
so
carelessly.
You and me
are becoming
“iller”.

– Chatty Owl –