poetry for the damned.
Edward Norton - Fight Club Too drunk to go to sleep, too tired to stay awake. .. The pain seems real tonight. .. I was shadow boxing with life today, she had fast moves and punches surprisingly well. .. A strong left jab in the jaw, brings me to my knees, laughing off the extreme … Continue reading Blood smile.
The power of the noise. The white sound of a broken TV. The millions of meaningless content just for attention. Videos that generated from AI readers. The war on catching eyeballs. The sugar coating of an existence dedicated to serve pleasure. Listen the Gurus! They know! Stop the voices that do not serve us. Shut … Continue reading Voiceless.
I came with my machine full of noise. Only few months old, at the edge of the road, you were standing there, looking at me. What made me stop, I do not know. My heart melted, what I was feeling, I could not understand So vulnerable you were, so curious. Like myself. Its head in … Continue reading Vega.
When I was little we had two little parrots, one blue and one green. One male and one female. The blue was mine and my sister had the green. They were staring from their little cage, singing and staring us for hours every day. Eternally jailed from love. Singing and staring us. The blue and … Continue reading Birds.
So little to want... just a beer, a cigarette, a small place to stay with a window in the street. Everything you ever wanted. Careers, Partys, Christmas, Hot girlfriends, Cars, Exotic destinations. Detached from the world. A true nobody. Just a beer, a cigarette a small place to stay and a type writer. Observer of … Continue reading Low life charm.
Woman in the protests of Hong Kong. .... "What? An idea? Ha ha, this is funny. You can not eat an idea, do not be naive. I am telling you this is nonsense, nobody will protest for something that is the law for decades now. Just look out for your household and do not mind … Continue reading Holding Rivers.
Some people say they love you with their own way. It does not seem obvious, love itself is not obvious. Sometimes it may take decades to say a thank you, our minds play tricks. For the times you acted weird thank you. I get it now a little, at last. For the happy times you … Continue reading The oldman in Patras square.
