In alta lume.

[DeDal N.]

Selene

Sensation crawling up under my skin,
My Goddess, hide your divine taste,
But turn it into what you would call sin
And let my senses remain chaste.

I'll catch your sound and hide it in between
Keeping a promise that I made back then,
So you can see me as someone who's mean
And I will never let it free again.

I'll draw your colours out and paint them still
Turn them to flowers, leaves that I cannot,
I will ignore the words I made you feel
But close to soon, I'll show you one last spot.

Your letters are what I see when I sleep,
A ray of white and silver of The Moon.
Just whispering, a voice can reach too deep,
It can tear the sky apart too soon.

Insatiable can be my voice and touch
Demanding wishes to be found or seen,
So I could use your promise, not too much
That we will go back to what we've been.

[DeDal N.]

Descending Angel

*

A scent.
Randomly chosen, between those walls
My home was for so long
And in your presence I am so strong
But even so, the greatest falls,
So I got bent.

Wanting to hate you instead of us
You reached out and you killed
And sliced into my mind
The reason for being so kind,
For soon my senses were so filled
Without making a fuss.

Your scent
Has guided me into a place,
A hidden sort of thinking maze
And without their weak consent
You used them to show me bad blood,
The real face of your true sin,
Hitting bars, your own made flood
And truly, I was sinking in.

My fear of people has grown weak
After your sacrifice.
You had them hiding just like mice,
Baptising me in red and hope
And numb that was so sweet.

**

Descending Angel is my name
Like fantasies that went and came.
That's what you answered when
I asked. But still, back then
I saw you masked
And tried to break it all until
Your own promise made me still.
Forget the past, forget it all,
Try life again and make me fall!

I cracked your wings and walked away
Not understanding, truth be told
You didn't care that I was cold
As long as you could try and fold
Pieces of me and put togheter,
A version I thought to be better,
Making me crawl, making me stay.

Come. Take your end from us and see
How I had enough hate for both
And the truth you haven't told
Was could I or could we be.

[DeDal N.]

A kiss of two places

A sea of blood appeared before my sight,
The second time your hunting has begun
And I've tried to get out but you might
Steal my dark red colour when you're done.

You cut and slice a way through flesh and bone
To take away the life they never had.
So bathe me in the hope you know they've thrown
And wash away my mind, to turn me mad.

Your fingers tend to slip in open cracks
To rip apart the apex of one's sight,
So eyes will cry a life put on your tracks
Between the clear embraces of your night.

The first one took me slightly by surprise,
A sleek embrace of language and desire.
It was the first step towards my demise
But enough to put out a minds fire.

My future is now inlaid with your name
When I try to render all those looks,
So I'll know just how to play the game
Without seeking answer in your books.

[DreamGirl]

I guess it wasn't as soon as I had planned *sigh* But there we go, my dear.
Imi place mult "Prenume", pot spune ca sunt una dintre persoanele care se regaseste in poezie ^^; Lumea povestilor si a cartilor. Woaaah, I miss it si tare curand ma pun iar cu burta pe carte, in sensul placut al expresiei. Are un ritm placut si chiar reuseste sa atraga cititorul in universul acela atat de imbietor. Totusi, parca as fi vrut sa fie ceva mai lunga, parca s-a terminat prea repede. Mi se pare un subiect mult prea vast pentru doua strofe care, desi reusite, par sa redea un... rezumat al lui.

"Dubluri de simturi" e interesanta, desi atat de abstracta parca de a trebuit sa o recitesc de cateva ori ca sa-mi pot forma o idee. Pana la urma am ajuns la concluzia de a o privi ca pe ceva difuz si a-i aprecia forma si procedeele folosite. In afara de un vers care e putin confuz (si anume "????i a???????? ????i minciuni ????i vor", unde cred ca ar trebui renuntat la ultimul "si" pentru ca o enumeratie in care schimbi felul cuvintelor enumerate de la substantive la verb, nu merge chiar bine, fragmentand lectura), mi-au placut imaginile construite si felul in care ai explorat lumea simturilor. Sinestezie for the win, chiar ti-a iesit exemplar :D Imi place si ultimul vers, cel cu intaietatea, desi nu cred ca-mi pot explica nici mie de ce exact. Are el o sonoritate anume.

Ohmygosh la "Am cautat" e asa geniala ultima strofaaaa. Love it. E o concluzie perfecta la restul poeziei and it leaves you thinking that you should simply live and stop beating yourself over finding a higher purpose because you're achieving that through living your life as best as you can. Dar hei, stai sa nu incep chiar cu finalul. Intreaga poezie imi transmite senzatia si mesajul respective si tare-mi pare ca e o melodie de la Robin and the Backstabbers dupa versuri hehe. Abstract yet profound yet understandable yet interpretabile. E ceva tare subiectiv si poate tu aveai cu totul altceva in minte, dar asta am simtit eu ^^''

La "Selene" am o mica precizare, pluralul de la "leaf" e "leaves", nu "leafs" ("leafs that I cannot"). In ceea ce priveste continutul poeziei insa... hmmm. A trebuit sa o citesc de mai multe ori, pentru ca prima data mi-a dat senzatia aceea cum ca s-ar invarti in jurul cozii, fara a ajunge la nimic. Ceea ce e relativ ciudat, avand in vedere ca, dupa ce am patruns-o, nu mai imi pare deloc asa. In schimb, imi pare ceva foarte foarte intim, ca pe o promisiune ambigua pentru cititoru si plina de semnificatie pentru persoanele implicate. Ma simt de parca am citit jurnalul cuiva si nu ar fi trebuit, de parca am citit gandurile cele mai ascunse ale cuiva, fara sa-i fi cerut permisiunea. E o senzatie interesanta, ce-i drept. Si cred ca primul vers o descrie cel mai bine: "Sensation crawling up under my skin". E ca o insumare a ceea ce va urma si o promisiune cititorului ca, daca nu a simtit chiar el acele senzatii, nu le va putea cuprinde complet doar prin intermediul unor cuvinte. Interesant. Cred ca e una dintre putinele dati cand folosesc adjectivul asta nu de umplutura, pentru ca nu as stii ce sa spun, ci pur si simplu pentru ca am fost lasata perplexa, intr-un mod placut.

"Descending Angel" is another intriguing one. Imi place ca are un soi de fir epic in el poemul, desi recunosc ca rima aleatorie din prima parte m-a incurcat putin la inceput. There's love again, dar parca de data asta instanta caruia i se adreseaza eul nu mai e perceputa ca cea negativa? Sau cel putin asta am inteles eu. Ca acest inger cazut s-a sacrificat pentru ea, ca a facut orice ca sa o ajute sa adune bucatile din fiinta ei si sa le puna cap la cap. Si ca, intr-un final, ideea de "ei" nu a putut fi transformata niciodata in realitate, au ramas mereu doua persoane distincte, cu doua drumuri in directii diferite. E drept ca imi suna putin a repros tonul eului liric dar poate e doar o impresie prea subiectiva. Eventually, cred ca aici mai mult ca oricand doar tu poti patrunde subtilitatile acestea, cititoru ramanand liber sa interpreteze totul prin propria prisma.

Cu ultima ta poezie am invatat si eu un cuvant nou, "apex", yay! ^^ Frumos descris scenariul vanatorii, desi imi da impresia ca instanta feminina nu e neaparat tinta finala a vanatorului. Toata povestea ma duce putin cu gandul la "Leoaica tanara, iubirea", poate din cauza brutalitatii cu care e descrisa vanatoarea ("a sea of blood"). O metafora numai buna, daca iei in considerare faptul ca asa se intampla de multe ori. Nu-ti sfasaie cineva inima la propriu, dar e ca si cum ar fi facut-o. Imi place totusi ca eul liric nu-mi pare o victima, nu e cineva pasiv, ci mai degraba cineva care intuieste miscarile vanatorului. Two can play this game indeed and she does it wonderfully.

A fost o lectura tare placuta care m-a lasat putin mai mult pe ganduri. Great job, yes yes si sunt tare curioasa de viitoare creatii; you got a reader in me ^^