my feet are numb
yours are cold
and I wonder
how far we walked ?
the musician
the musician.
writing yet another song.
but these lyrics
I hear
are they truth
or fiction?
validity in three strummed chords
calloused hands that strum
pieces of truth
calloused hands that search for
tangibility.
.answers.
more than rhyming lyrics
more than something fitting
.brilliance.
[complete and utter]
another puzzle piece
the musician
writes another song.
these lyrics
I read.
who are they really for?
writing yet another song.
but these lyrics
I hear
are they truth
or fiction?
validity in three strummed chords
calloused hands that strum
pieces of truth
calloused hands that search for
tangibility.
.answers.
more than rhyming lyrics
more than something fitting
.brilliance.
[complete and utter]
another puzzle piece
the musician
writes another song.
these lyrics
I read.
who are they really for?
Day Breaks
I made my bed.
I no longer wish to lie in it.
I dream.
Laying here where we once were.
A few more moments until day breaks.
I no longer wish to lie in it.
I dream.
Laying here where we once were.
A few more moments until day breaks.
glutton
I'm a glutton
for punishment
replaying songs
reliving memories
like drinking poison
it does me not a bit of good
your face I can not see
your skin I can not touch
your voice I can not hear
but my heart still beats.
my lungs still breathe.
my skin still prickles.
just not for you.
for punishment
replaying songs
reliving memories
like drinking poison
it does me not a bit of good
your face I can not see
your skin I can not touch
your voice I can not hear
but my heart still beats.
my lungs still breathe.
my skin still prickles.
just not for you.
writer's block
I open my hands
I fail to write anything
What can you give me?
Something I can write
I have so many words to say
What truth can I write?
I fail to write anything
What can you give me?
Something I can write
I have so many words to say
What truth can I write?
stars
I rest on the stars with you.
The Earth is too small of a playground.
Dancing through the galaxy.
the planets are our steping stones....
We are so removed
No one will see us.
So, go ahead and kiss me.
(is that the warmth of the sun I feel?)
Once more...
please
cosmiCoLlIsIoN
kiss me once more,
Before we fall back to earth.
The Earth is too small of a playground.
Dancing through the galaxy.
the planets are our steping stones....
We are so removed
No one will see us.
So, go ahead and kiss me.
(is that the warmth of the sun I feel?)
Once more...
please
cosmiCoLlIsIoN
kiss me once more,
Before we fall back to earth.
Ja Jsem cizinec(ka)
We live in a yellow painted flat above the pivnice on Dvořákova, near the park.
We live...present simple.
Ja jsem učitelka agličtny....an glee chee tny...
Ja jsem učitelka agličtny.
I am an English teacher.
Every night is a party.
vic..Pilsner, prosím
Petr, my boyfriend loves when I attempt to speak Czech. He's tall and handsome and rolls vanilka cigerta.
Cigerty? ne, vanilka- feminine...cigerty masculine...changes to cigerta. Feminine and Feminine.
Czech is complicated, but Petr has reassured me that I will learn it. He has confirmed that I must learn it," for Czech is a poetic language of great beauty and the mother tongue of Kundera, Rilke,and Kafka."
Ivana and Tomaš make out on our leather sofa. Ondřej passed out two hours ago. He had one two many pivo..ne, pivi.... beers, to put it simply.
I am merely an observer tonight- an expatriate navigating this strange world.
"Ahoj...krásna," Petr whispers to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his breath smelling of vanilla tobacco and beer.
"Ahoj.." I say with a wide "American smile." "miluji tě," I say, very quietly.
"I love you too... krásna," he says back with a larger, surprising-for a Czech- smile.
Krásna. Adjective. Translates into English as, "beautiful;" also krásný depending on it's use. It’s one of my favorite words in the Czech language. I love how it sounds. I love how it rolls off my tongue. Krraa-sna.
I am relieved. I never uttered "I love you" in any language, let alone a foreign one.
"Co že?" Ondřej woke up from his druken nap.
"Nothing....we didn't say anything. Why don't you just go back to sleep?"
"tak..dobře."
Petr, still attached to my waist, nudges me and motions to the two on our couch.
"Hey, you two going to come up for air anytime soon?"
"Oh umm...we are you know how we say, in love, jo?" Tomaš utters brokenly with a mischievous laugh.
"We should leave, thank you for beer" Ivana said, re-adjusting her top and flattening her make out hair.
"You're very welcome."
Our friends leave, except Ondřej, who lays on the floor snoring and drooling on him self.
"Dobrou noc," I say to him, laying a throw across our inebriated friend.
"Let's go to bed," Petr says kissing me.
"Tak..I'll be there in the moment."
"Tak. Krásna."
I looked out the window. The street lamps light the now quite street. The pivnice is now closed. A homeless man pees in a trashcan. Lovely.
Two hulky policemen tred loudly down the grey, brick street where we live. They scold at the urinating homeless man and reprimand him for his shattered and abandoned beer bottle.
So, this is my home. This is where I live.
I walked into mine and Petr's bedroom. I smiled and looked at the man already fast asleep.
I swept some hair away from forehead and softly planted a kiss.
"miluji tě..." I whispered in his ear.
We live...present simple.
Ja jsem učitelka agličtny....an glee chee tny...
Ja jsem učitelka agličtny.
I am an English teacher.
Every night is a party.
vic..Pilsner, prosím
Petr, my boyfriend loves when I attempt to speak Czech. He's tall and handsome and rolls vanilka cigerta.
Cigerty? ne, vanilka- feminine...cigerty masculine...changes to cigerta. Feminine and Feminine.
Czech is complicated, but Petr has reassured me that I will learn it. He has confirmed that I must learn it," for Czech is a poetic language of great beauty and the mother tongue of Kundera, Rilke,and Kafka."
Ivana and Tomaš make out on our leather sofa. Ondřej passed out two hours ago. He had one two many pivo..ne, pivi.... beers, to put it simply.
I am merely an observer tonight- an expatriate navigating this strange world.
"Ahoj...krásna," Petr whispers to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his breath smelling of vanilla tobacco and beer.
"Ahoj.." I say with a wide "American smile." "miluji tě," I say, very quietly.
"I love you too... krásna," he says back with a larger, surprising-for a Czech- smile.
Krásna. Adjective. Translates into English as, "beautiful;" also krásný depending on it's use. It’s one of my favorite words in the Czech language. I love how it sounds. I love how it rolls off my tongue. Krraa-sna.
I am relieved. I never uttered "I love you" in any language, let alone a foreign one.
"Co že?" Ondřej woke up from his druken nap.
"Nothing....we didn't say anything. Why don't you just go back to sleep?"
"tak..dobře."
Petr, still attached to my waist, nudges me and motions to the two on our couch.
"Hey, you two going to come up for air anytime soon?"
"Oh umm...we are you know how we say, in love, jo?" Tomaš utters brokenly with a mischievous laugh.
"We should leave, thank you for beer" Ivana said, re-adjusting her top and flattening her make out hair.
"You're very welcome."
Our friends leave, except Ondřej, who lays on the floor snoring and drooling on him self.
"Dobrou noc," I say to him, laying a throw across our inebriated friend.
"Let's go to bed," Petr says kissing me.
"Tak..I'll be there in the moment."
"Tak. Krásna."
I looked out the window. The street lamps light the now quite street. The pivnice is now closed. A homeless man pees in a trashcan. Lovely.
Two hulky policemen tred loudly down the grey, brick street where we live. They scold at the urinating homeless man and reprimand him for his shattered and abandoned beer bottle.
So, this is my home. This is where I live.
I walked into mine and Petr's bedroom. I smiled and looked at the man already fast asleep.
I swept some hair away from forehead and softly planted a kiss.
"miluji tě..." I whispered in his ear.
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