The trinity of self, skin and thought

[qyfyri]

My tantrums are randomly placed
in between the plain moments of day
quietly replenishing those drowsy hours
that drown like mute children unaware of their imminent death.

My tap is a capricious constant menstruation
of rotten speeches always meant for a better audience
I’ve shed my skins, willfully, consciously
never abandoning the spot where I bury my former selves

Petrified at my semblance mirrored by its sense of smell
I squeeze my already violet flesh, a cluster of foggy events
moves beneath my breath, fast and mocking
while I stroke my ego, afraid she will falter at any second

Separating colors sedulously without measuring time
feeling the luscious lips of my tormented exultation
slipping underneath my ruptured thought
I’ve come to many forgotten realizations

I seep into the cracks of my logic
convinced that my crisp lack of decisiveness
will finally provide the silver bullet
that will end that carnage I’ve named OPINION

I have finally lamented the last of my actions
as tomorrow I will have unloaded my passion
onto the backs of unassuming donkeys
that smile at their fate and grin at my cold indifference

Did I mention my dubious spots
where my throat is arid from the furious flow of utterance
that overtakes all that inhibits my perceptions
bound to be massacred mercilessly otherwise?

Terrific….it’s really terrific
my teeth smirk and my elbows grind endlessly
I am smiling now!!!!!

[Henri]

I vomit to the threshhold of my pain
for what I thought was mere drunken moonshine,
your comings were,
as rigid as they remain.
I drink again.
My sorrow,
endless hoverings,
above the nights, that dreams long to touch.
My soul meandering
on those unnamed graves;
headstones my eyes will never catch.
Futile, I stop,
My wings have found the pockets
where usless change and thoughts forgiveness
found at last.
Alas! This night, has build for me
a fortress.
Away has thrown the keys,
my pain that everlasts!

[liliella]

ju lutem vazhdoni me kete fantazi te shfrenuar .

i am poking my skin to test its elasticity .

[Estella]

"Terrific….it’s really terrific
my teeth smirk and my elbows grind endlessly
I am smiling now!!!!!"

E nga te mos Smile ti. The mango effect qyfo. The mango.....

[qyfyri]

Grind your teeth my vanishing dream
my compact pestering soul
surpass those fleeting illusions
that persist in my now defunct memory

Leshome nder perpelitjet e tua gjendrore
Perendeshe fjalesh, magjistrice e thershme
Une pertypem te te flas qarte
Ti vegon syte e varesh nder aroma varresh

I’ve contracted into a box of grotesque buzeqeshje
Per mundimin me jepet nje enormous applause
Vilify my horrid self you perleshje
Ndersyerjen nuk e kam me une

‘tis over, this cacophony of mine, soundless
une kruhem kot me gjethe fiku sot
for night and day have now begun the qirje
qe do tu rreshkase nga gjinjte si mish i bardhe......

[Henri]

You arouse my night, make her gasp for air
delirious as she lays, legs spread apart
black holes where the light is
but a sticky stream
of triumph mixed with lust.

The knife has grabbed my Iris - my tongue to keep it sharpen
and skin the night.
My hands, a dress for me to make.
For washed by your fluids, your brain-sweeping marrow
Can't just squeeze my thighs and hear the night's cum.