that's when

I knew a man once.
he was kind and considerate,
patient and helpful
and an all rounded do-gooder.
I kinda liked him...

but then he showed me a different side,
the crazy side:
the passion for gore horror movies
and weird sci-fi series,
the love for knives,
the anime watching,
the superheroes comics,
the zombie and apocalipse fascination,
the twisted sense of humour...

that defining moment when I realized:
his demons play well with mine,
his mind faced mine twist for twist,
his calm matched my flames,
his hands cupped mine perfectly.
that's when I really fell in love.

alternate reality

we're living in a makeshift world
built on 'what ifs'
barely kept together by crumbs of morality and social conventions.
given the chance
each and every one of us would kill
pleasure, control, love, anger, protection, just because...
some of them, all of them
valid reasons if social stigma wouldn't exist.
we invent rules,
draw boxes and push people in them,
trace lines and walk them
then blur them when we get bored...

take away 'wrong' and 'right'
and watch what happens
as the world shows its inner most darkest self:
sharp teeth, snarls and all.

when all hell breaks loose
don't say I didn't warn you.

just the 2 of us

it's bizarre, this influence you have over me
even though we're miles away:
celestial bodies orbiting each other
following unseen rules
inexplicable to anybody else
but making perfect sense for us,
guiding our chaotic push and pull.
it's not even weird anymore
how you're there
without me calling you out loud:
two halfs of the same whole
lucky enough to find each other
in an universe of mismatched parts.
useless to say but:
slap me back to reality
if I ever take it for granted.

not alone

when life hits
it hits hard:
closed up fists,
broken wrists,
shaterred guard.

cuts might heal,
scars remain:
broken feel,
shattered will,
closed up pain.

human hearts,
fragile things:
shattered shards,
closed up scars,
broken strings.

through it all
you have friends:
make the call,
break the fall,
let them help.

joc nocturn

noaptea se-alinta-n liliac
in flori de mov
si gene-ascunse-n somn,
in tic de ceas si tac
de frica sa n-o sperii
cu gandul meu de om.

n-ai cum sa vrei sa prinzi
o clipa-asa perfecta
in podul palmei ca pe un sarut
cand sute de oglinzi
n-o-ncap in amanunt.

Two sides of a coin

I'd judge you by my image...
but even though we're cut from the same cloth
we're different measures:
I'm latte with 2 sugars while you're black coffee.
I see the fault and act to correct it
while you give out second chances and try to heal it
but we'd both do whatever it takes for friends.
As you raise your voice
I lower mine
but we both know
we could easily scream the windows into pieces.
You'll hold my hand while I get my tattoo
and I'll walk the aisles with you to buy a book,
for though they don't appear the same
they're both pieces of art.
And as you fall
we'd first laugh
and then I'd pick you up,
because you need to make fun of yourself
every once in a while;
as I'd encourage you to make your own mistakes...
how else would you learn otherwise?
Bottom line: I'm glad we're different
but not fundamentally so,
because arguing with myself all the time
would be god damn boring!

"we mortals are but shadows and dust"

for we are filled with butterflies
and this life doesn't come back twice
no second thoughts should cloud our mind
we'll have it all,
we'll kiss and fight,
we'll swear, we'll smile, we'll run and hide
but we will never be denied.
this life is ours for the taking
and if you think that I'm mistaking
then run along inside your box
just close it tight and turn the lock.
leave us be to feel, to dance,
to dream of colors and romance,
to make mistakes, to fear, to cry,
to learn to love and say goodbye,
to question everything and try
to do it all in this short life
for we are made of butterflies...

every once in a while

lately I found that my patience wears thin
and ever so often the monster within
wants to crawl out hissing and scratching
and try as I like I can't always stop it.
it's self preservation more than anything else
because keeping it hidden takes up immense
force and power of will
so I thought to myself: why not let it escape and take part in the kill?
why not savor the moment and blow off some steam,
why deny it when I could join in the scream?
so every once in a while when it gets way too much
when the whining won't stop
just before that last drop hits the brink of the glass
I open the cage and give it free pass.
so it starts...
snarling and growling and stalking the prey
reaching to grab, swiftly pulling away
mastering the timeless game there's to play:
hide and seek, cat and mouse, always catching the strey
never missing a queue or skipping a beat
lounging teeth first at the neck of the weak.