24 Apr 2012
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Vreau doar să alerg pe o câmpie pustie și întunecată. Așteptările prea mari amestecate cu iluziile cauzate de singurătate mereu-mi lasă un gust amar pe cerul gurii.
Dimineața asta are gust de cerneală, mi-a lăsat ochii înveninați. Picăturile de-afară sunt revărsate peste fruntea pământului, precum și pe fruntea mea.
Nu-mi pasă, ce va fi, va fi. Vântul mă va căra în continuare, ca și-n toți acești ani. Nasul-mi este umplut cu parfum de ceară, ceară ce pare a se revărsa oriunde aș privi.
Îmi este poftă de un fruct, cel care mă va face să uit, cel care mă va face să zâmbesc.
Și-am să mă învârt în cercuri iar, și iar, și iar, și poate am să cad, dar poate nu.
23 Jan 2012
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Tot ceea ce și-a putut permite a fost un pachet de biscuiți uscați, cu un parfum abia simțit de ciocolată, ascuns între firimituri, pe care a început de-ndata să-l despacheteze. Culoarea cafenie a biscuiților i-au amintit de nopțile pe care le-a petrecut în trecut în compania prietenilor, purtând conversații fără sfârșit cu câte o cană de cafea în mână. Lacrimi îi pătau ochii, pe când înghițea ultimele rămășițe din pachet.
25 Nov 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Smiling, the stranger pulled out his knife, and cut the apple in half
So as to hear the owl's singing better.
The sun ran endlessly from the heavenly smoke, his pockets all filled with
rusty-coins and blood
The bees lay dormant beneath the cold earth, their honey covering the now
filled with grease soil
Then the night yelled December, and so did we
With clenched fists and closed eyes.
And while the Devil may not have a voice for others to hear,
His grinn is everlasting.
Her hair was drenched in tears, as she danced alone in the hallway.
07 Aug 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Hey there sister, wouldn't you enjoy a bit of company in
This gigantic piece of mess, because
Outside is snowing, and your heart's simply tickling after
My oh so warm caress.
Now, now, love, don't be afraid to listen to whatever
It is that your evergrowing redbox tells you,
Two dartling stars in this oh so lonely sky of ours,
Joining hands without regrets
21 Apr 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Mai mereu incerc sa ascund faptul ca-mi este frica
Dezamagirile mi se preling pe frunte
Asemeni unor dare negre de cenusa
Pe care putine picaturi le pot infrange
Imi place sa cred ca noaptea ale ei secrete nu-mi ascunde
In fond, e Doar o bolta cu cerneala
In schimb, sora ei geamana, anume moartea,
Danseaza pe pasi necunoscuti de nici o geana.
Doar cei batrani si intelepti ce-ncep sa-nteleaga,
De aceea poate rareori ii vezi zambind,
Caci moartea, asemeni unei iubite,
Cunoaste patima acra a geloziei.
09 Mar 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
First off, some inspirational music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKlMbzHsLNY aaand http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdQEdO_Qld8&feature=related
Hello there, age old lady
Your lips are still tinted with ink, and you try to sing, yet the words that come out of your mouth are greeted by a deaf audience. So you try to dance, to impress them at least a bit, yet your feet, as thin as needles, carry forth little weight. So you scream, in a last agonizing attempt for attention, yet your scar-filled, made out of cloth face impresses nobody, since everyone around you suffered from the same fate. You have countless stories to tell, yet no one shares any interest in them, so you start to wither, alone in a dark corner, having only your memories to keep you company.
Good day to you, mighty baron
Here, let me pour another one in your cup. That dark, large beard of yours seems to try and hide something from us, if only it’d know of his dark blue twin neighbours from up above, they don’t seem to care about hiding anything. I’ve looked at you for quite a while now, you know. After so many years, in which you were afraid you’d die drowning in the ocean, here you are, most likely to die drowning in oceans of wine. That empty look in your face, that stare that never ceases, looking towards God knows where, lost in your cloud of thoughts. Maybe one day, you’ll launch that final expedition, that last chance at glory, after which you too will find your rest.
I hate doing the first step.
24 Feb 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Have you ever been woken up by a phone call, just while you were in the middle of the sweetest dream of your life, a dream so special that you somehow felt you had to remember something from it? And while you were just answering the phone, and your mind could only conceive words such as cocksucker, motherfucker, and the like, you could almost see how the memories in which those dreams you’ve just experienced a few minutes ago run away from you, like some sort of wagon that’s leaving your town?
After I finish talking to my phone, I begin my somewhat futile attempt to grab hold of those dreams, and all my mind can produce is a hefty load images which I can barely understand. All the while, it almost feels like my head has some sort of background music, since I start singing the beginning guitar play of some song, which I’m going to share to you a bit later. I mean yeah, that last bit might be because the song also happens to be my ringtone, but so what, it could still mean something, right? I want you to listen to the song, and not necessarily pay attention to the title or even the lyrics, they’re almost irrelevant in this case.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bdaG1IiaR0
It’s as if it were trying to tell me something, as if it tried to say to me that, if I’ll keep following the road I’m on, sooner or later I’m gonna get fucked, as in proper fucked, which wouldn’t really surprise me, to be honest.
The dream? Who gives a fuck, it’s gone forever.
23 Feb 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Here it goes.
Hey, so I seem to really like your face. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been staring at it for quite a while these last few weeks. I’m afraid that, me being semi-white trash and all that, I seem to have forgotten its name, but hopefully I’ll remedy this particular situation with due time. It’s too bad that my tongue seems to always remember its place whenever I see you, otherwise things would’ve gone a lot smoother by now, I guess. Whoa, just look at the time, gotta go.
Breathe in, breathe out. I know, right ? Rettah a sa dam. Well, in any case, it had to be done (the new post, that is), because, after all, as I’ve already said, it’s been quite the long time.
For those poor souls who don’t know why the fuck I enjoy saying that double sentence so much, here’s a link which I can’t seem to be able to edit so as to not look like a goddamn sausage in the middle of my post.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm4cS4xu2W4
Yeah I know. So what? Why? Because I can, fool!
10 Feb 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
I gotta be honest with you, I almost feel as if I’m this sort of junkie of dreams. Most of the times when I’m either bored, or just in the mood, I start day-dreaming all sorts of stupid shit. Naturally, after a while, I became somewhat addicted to these day-dreams, and that’s when i went on, like all good junkies, to the next big thing: illusions.
I started having illusions which of course I considered to be pure reality, I started believing others might be something that they’re actually not, and maybe it’s because, as someone told me once, it was what I needed of them to be, it’s what I cherished the most about them, that is to say, if they were really anything like what I had imagined them to be. I can’t deny it, it is great fun, to get lost in this wave of illusions, to constantly lie to yourself about this or that, to constantly believe that, indeed, there’s no other possible explanation to what you’re seeing. Sometimes you’re even right; that’s when the day-dreaming grows its roots deeper in you, like lung cancer, deeper and deeper until it finally begins to become part of you. Unlike lung cancer, however, illusions can and are treated, quite easily most of the times too. The harsh facts of reality hit you in the face like you wouldn’t believe, burning that smug smile of yours like aftershaves after a long delayed shave. Thank God to that.
In other news, I’m a complete sucker for redheads.
08 Feb 2011
serious_alex2001Posted under Uncategorized
Why is it that we’re all so desperate to feel something, anything, just to forget about our worries for a while? If we could just accept our burdens, maybe we’d manage to live a better life. But no, it’s way simpler to get lost in endless conversations, it’s much more tempting to gaze into one another’s eyes and think about what it would be like if you’d be together. It’s just way too fun to listen hours upon hours to music, to go out with friends night after night, to spend endless hours in a pub with just a pint in front of you. Poor bartender, he barely made a handful of dollars off your sorry teenaged asses.
Hundreds of miles away, others spend days upon days studying, afraid of their own fate, whilst you waste innumerable hours squeezing all there is to feel that you could think of. Society won’t have much use for the likes of you, but the fuck if you care.
Maybe you’ll change… or maybe not.
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