a thought with basil scent.
June 28, 2009 at 10:40 pm (encounters, introduction, me, personal, thoughts, wishes, writing)
Tags: memories, personal, thoughts, writing
challenges and dreams
June 28, 2009 at 7:46 am (encounters, introduction, me, personal, questions, thoughts, wishes, writing)
Tags: personal, thoughts, writing
I’m awake
a bit worried. how am I changing the concept of this blog, from my little experiment with the English Language , a poetic gesture , my challenge with words, to hard core therapeutic personal writing . well OK, the topic is still me, it cant be that difficult. will it get me more readers ? will I stop my other kind of writing, will I scare or bore my old readers (all 2 of you?)
I don’t know. I need to learn how to control better this tool of wordpress. the visual sides the design patterns, the crowd of readers, the words I don’t understand. its like my life in a way, how many times can I use the same words , I became a master of assembling sentences with the same words as I am lazy to open a dictionary . how many times can I be with the same man or go back to an old lover because I’m lazy to go to a new date ? .
Im not afraid. not from new lovers to new words. I’m just lazy. and OK I also trust old lovers and words. especially those who gave me pleasure. who introduced me to new stories when assembled on a clear page and sparkling hope in me that I can really create a masterpiece of emotions and thoughts.
but than 2 years had passed, and no masterpiece just many many fine words, sometimes great words, good poems , sometimes not, sometimes magnificent walks along the river, deep talks next to a superb wine, amazing nights of synchronized passion, and sometimes not.
should all words become incredible tales ? should all romances become life challenges ? we can argue about it you and me. but you know my opinion, Yes and Yes ! those challenges keeps me asking for more from life.
how one stop being lazy and goes for the a new challenge ? or maybe the challenge is in the existed and I was too lazy to find it in it ? or maybe I’m just not the one to do it ? maybe I don’t have the talent, the charm, the it thing to get my words and my man to commit to my dreams ?
alive and thinking
June 27, 2009 at 8:20 am (introduction, thoughts, wishes)
Im very much alive. in the place called decision there is space to relax. to decide good. to decide bad, to decide not to decide. the pause of a thought and the aftermath of laziness as you’re free for a while from making another decision is a little pleasure I indulge myself rarely . but when I do I wake up with my eyes wide open as my sleep was easy and my heart is free from guilt and too many kg. of self reflection. I know what I want and what I want to do.
therapeutic writing. for the time being for myself only.
black humor
June 26, 2009 at 10:41 am (poems, thoughts)
because Im dead
Im dead
you know it , Im dead
And the whole world has to
answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Who’s Dead…..
I just had to.
dots
June 24, 2009 at 10:22 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
warm skin I feel underneath my summer dress.
the one I bought before I left the middle east
with dots all over.
an English summer will embrace it
I thought,
packed it with a few turtlenecks
and the jeans you like.
it finally came after 3 years
the sun asked me to count dots from the hanger
shamelessly penetrating the back side of my closet,
I hand her my summer guilt of
unflattering winter body.
she glimpsed at me with a little breeze,
exposing my warm thighs
to by passers eyes of London’s streets
drained
June 22, 2009 at 10:50 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes)
Im drained.
left you nothing of me,
but a vague memory of a loving woman,
drifting from an old metal pipe
in little salty drops on a marble floor.
a reflected figure of a tired girl,
still able to make you wish for
and regret she has not stayed
herself.
needs
June 20, 2009 at 8:27 pm (poems, thoughts, wishes)
I need to escape from my room,
from the double glazed windows
that keep my castle warm and quiet.
I need noise.
I need to escape from this love
from the double glazed fears
who keeps my heart sad and loyal.
I need else.
I need to escape from my mind,
from the double glazed box
that keeps my soul kind and safe.
I need freedom.
lost
June 17, 2009 at 10:30 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts)
a flat line,
no one missed me,
or wish to read my older words.
let me curve you a new reason
to read me again.
a flat line,
no one missed me,
or wish to hear my old tales.
let me find you a new note
to listen to me again.
I have met him again today,
in the shape of a tall actor
in a south American bitter comedy
kind of like life.
with long legs,
wavy hair
and the wrong choices in life
well ok, the actor was not like you completely
his eyes didn’t spark of adventure
his heart was tired and his socks were clean.
but somehow sadly the same end occured
he lost the girl
he loved
as you did.
split
June 8, 2009 at 6:53 pm (encounters, prose, questions, thoughts)
can a split heart affect my head?
2 organs away.
little tunnels of pain
snail themselves through my throat.
do body parts when feeling sympathy
carry the same symptoms ?
my head is split to two.
one half is dimmed with sad memories
the other cant stop thinking of you.
לא כותבת
June 4, 2009 at 1:25 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
לא כותבת לך יותר
בשפה עילגת, שלא אהבתי בה אי פעם.
לא אכתים ואכתיב את לבי במליצות שנהב.
לא כותבת לך יותר בשום שפה,
אתה מצא לך שנינות חיבה אחרות.
