House of Cards

Waking up in the morning

Sweet scent of the rising sun

Kisses you on your cheek

Tells you that you’re fine

Nightdress flowing down your body

Skin pushing lightly

With a great care

Not showing your weaknesses

But skirting is cutting on the edge

You’re losing something

But no, not yet

It’s a time to come, it may not come…

It is a sweet denial

It is your last remorse

Because you loved

Because you had trust

Earth is shaking

Knocking you off your feet

Your ground faded

All there is

Void

Abyss

Nothingness

You were left in your mourning

On a cloudy Sunday morning

Wiped out

Wiped down

With your torn nightdress

Pale naked splits

Holes the size of your fists

So bare

So defenseless

Dark edges of your cuts

Buried down

Under the cards

Of your little house of cards

A Late Arrival

She stood there, counting the minutes. She'd already been standing there for 43 minutes, 11 seconds, 12, 13, 14... She wasn't irritated. She wasn't trying to make the train come by the will of her mind... which was most probably the case of the slander man in his forties standing just a few steps from her.

She observed him just for a while - nervous jerks of his head, shaky fingers, red face, clapping foot. But no, he wasn't interesting aspect of her - oh so important time.

You must understand she'd given up on waiting after the first 10 minutes, when the 50 minutes long delay was announced. But actually, she did mind. Oh she did very much. She was about to meet her sister who just came home from Scotland for a day.  One bloody miserable day. And it was already 17.03, almost the end of the day really.

But she wasn't thinking about it anymore. Once she caught a glimpse of that gentleman... no, not that one with the red face to the left... the one to the right. That was the right one.

He was slender alright, his hair was pure silver and his face wrinkled. And yet, if you looked closer, you would see a man of his... rather thirties.

Why was it so, that this man with so many indicators of an age of fifty and above looked so young?

Then she looked again. She stopped seeing just the separate parts of him, he was suddenly whole. He was a man, a complete man. You could not put that into a question.

He was so different, though. He was so calm. everything about him had the air of calmness. Not like ignorant to what was going on, just calm, content.

If she hadn't been thinking about it too much, she would've said he was actually smiling, but it was only his face that was smiling, not his lips.

During this long time of waiting, she longed for her courage to come to her. She wanted to talk to him. Why, she did not know. She just very much wanted to...

Suddenly the train arrival was announced. Her thoughts were no longer whole. She lost it. All of it.  

EPI-FOR-YOU

What a day

it's a day

lovely day

rainy day

gloomy day

every day.

Red is the New Black

To cross the line
You need to hide
To make your world
You have to swerve

For living life
He had to die
With scarlet claws
She brought him down

In frame of red
His dreams faded
Believe he's dead
Because he loved

Now always sees
The black deep sea
In crimson light
For every day

And sometimes for the night

Inside

It was that kind of a day that leaves to distraught. All that was there was a quiet, pounding heart. And of course the fire. The fire was nice, pleasant. But it didn’t change anything about that day.

Her mind on the other hand, was just SO loud! It would shout and poke and whistle and cry and kick. So persistent it was!

She’d developed a strong distain towards her mind by then. Quite a logical thing to do if you ask me… Such a blizzard in there… No wonder she’s despise it.

She took hold of her head, gently, firmly, painfully. Nothing else could it ask for. It was the culprit. There was no way of negotianing. 

Helpless soul

Soul is hanging on a string
Lifeless, hopeless, beaten to death.
No one to trust, everyone is gone.
Silent piano is the only true thing.

Ghost of life sitting at the bar,
Swallowing bitter spirits,
For its spirit was stolen,
Taken for a path to 'very far'.

The only thing left is an endless abyss.
Only a languid echo.
Life left in a dubious battle
Which may never end... at ease.

Pain has been augmented.
Havoc has taken over.
How long will this resentment last?
Wake me up when it's safe to breathe.