Last Dance, Last Chance

I've never seen everyone so beautiful before. The multicolored lights dance around the large dome as bodies press unto one another. A slow passionate melody plays in the background, as if coaxing everyone to fall into the abyss of wonder and excitement of what is and what could happen as the night wears on.

Verses: The Invisible Circus

Glossy eyes, interested looks

Scribbled notes and open books

Deathly silence as if in awe

Reading everything as if it's the law

Mind elsewhere, mental snores

48 new worlds behind closed doors

Verses: Nosebleed

A blank piece of paper is once again presented to me

In the middle of a discussion I can never clearly see

It's disturbing how more than a year has already passed

Since I've written any poetry or prose that would forever last

Verses: Dark Cold Hotel Room

She puts the martini glass down the table

And think of ways how she's going to be able

To escape out of this mess that she has made

To pull herself from the wreckage before she fades

Verses: A Step Away From Heaven

Wind blows from all directions  chilling the midnight sky
The temperature drops down as the carcasses of dried leaves fly
Fly and flutter into the hearts of the unfortunate down there near the void
The air is freezing and you're looking for someone, a warm hand to hold
He's there just waiting for the right timing, he's there simply searching

Verses: Illusion

Through blurred spectacles I saw you
Through the thundering sea you were there
Standing, waiting for the final moment
When everything will be over and done with
The music began to play and everybody waited
I was one of them, my breath unconsciously held
You opened your mouth and out cam nervous words
I could feel the pain, the fear and the tension
I gasped for some more comforting air

The Promise

The air was unpleasantly chilly and the thundering rain was making the wet pavement more slippery. A large team of rescuers draped in yellow plastic coats were soaking wet from the downpour, trying hard to slowly and carefully pull an injured man out of the scarred metals and disfigured parts of a car. Most unfortunate it really was that this vehicle was sandwhiched between an electric post and a delivery truck, the impact nearly flattening the car and throwing out the hope of somebody surviving the dreadful accident.

The Hardest Thing

It was a lovely day as the birds chirped and the wisp of air carry out the sweet fragrance of blossoming flowers scattered exquisitely around the various flower beds. A perfect day it was, no doubt, to unsuspecting and carefree individuals strolling around the sun drenched pavement.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry it seemed as if I've abandoned you this past couple of weeks. It's not you, it's me (and there goes the break-up line of the century). I've been preoccupied lately. With what (ok, with whom, more like) you already know. I can't help it diary, he's like an itch I can't scratch. Or an itch that I do want to scratch but can't because somebody else is supposed to scratch it already. Wait, what? That doesn't make sense. Oh, you know I suck at metaphors. Stop staring at me with that blank page and evenly spaced lines!

Daydream Believer

Like a celebrity, he walks again with that unidentifiable charm that brings heroines to their knees. At least in Sandy's eyes, that's what he's like. Even if he's not as immaculate in real life, in her mind, he is perfect, and that's all that matters.

He buys his lunch and obscurely steals a quick infinitesimal glimpse at her before settling down at a table with his friends. Sandy could not believe her eyes. Is this really happening?

Writing in G Major

From Christian Schubart's Ideen zu einer Aesthetik der Tonkunst (1806) translated by Rita Steblin in A History of Key Characteristics in the 18th and Early 19th Centuries. UMI Research Press (1983).

C major     Completely pure. Its character is: innocence, simplicity, naïvety, children's talk.