heroin.

the color of eyes
when you look at me
i’m weak
i’m small
i can still feel
you
inside
of my veins

every look
every touch
feels like a stab
of a knife
you lick my
wounds
you tear them
apart
with your fake nails
i’m bleeding
gold

but they don’t wear
human jewerly

*

old shit recently found and edited.
as i said, he triggers my imagination like firework.

one o’clock in the morning. i cannot sleep. i’m not even tired. i took all the books out of my shelf and right now i’m in the middle of process in putting them all back in order by colour. it looks really nice. when i’m finished i will probably take a photo of it. i will do the same with dvds. i’m crazy, right? i like the mess in my room now.

i have nothing much to write tonight. i’ve been writing poetry lately. words are missing.

jackie

ostavila sam ključeve
zaboravila
riječi
i slova
moram ići
kući pa opet
izpočetka

Å¡est ujutro
a ja
perem suđe
jer nemam
više cigareta

*

equus

you were there
i saw you
and then

like when we were
young

*

mořská tráva

hlasitost mých
vlastních
myšlenek mě
nenechává spát
utápím se v
iluzích
hledám

bílé mléko na
podlaze
červené jahody
mořská tráva
plavu
ale už nemůžu
necítím své vlastní plíce
dusím se v bělotě
a hledám

soon enough there will be one in italian and mandarin.