other soul's tomorrow
Dear Reader,
Green small eyes hair charcoal black long and long hair...
small belly and comfortable shoes and ownership of a crazy dog
with black comfortable shoes to be added again...
remind me of a time I lived back then
as I was continuing to burn down the garden furniture tonight
burning garden furniture or loading up white bunnies 5%
don't relieve me to be get lost in flames
instead I got lost in the flames of the memories
time between 1997-1999
place a rich neighborhood in somewhere I used to live
place: a party given by my ultimate crush
a house warming party...
a house given by the university to the father of my crush...
because he got to take the position of vice president of the university
my crush and her sister took the key of the new residence for the position
to give a surprise party for all their friends without their parents knowing
no furniture inside the residence except for punks with their booze and drug
reader probably tomorrow I will regret this piece because of the booze I consume right now
not the piece I wrote
anyways, I came to the party location with my best friend whom knows my crush and her sister...
sister aka "holly ass" among the friends...
holly ass and my crush aka "gazelle" are both studying architecture back then.."holly ass" is studying in the best architecture faculty of my country which was my university which also had the best engineering faculty where I was studying...
"gazelle" on the other hand was studying landscape architecture in a university which was not as good as ours..
although she was so ambitious
I met with her with my friend in our french courses back then
then I got a crush on her
I bought white roses and went back under her room in their apartment
and called her from her phone (cell phones were new back then and we both very lucky university students whom have cell phones because of our parents were doing really good) and asked to look to the street
where I was standing on my knees with the white roses in my hands
stupid "gazelle" came down the street pick the roses and thanked me in a very polite manner and moved back to her home like nothing important happened....
"mixed feelings"
made me feel uncertain...
she always gave some hope but never let me in all the way
I knew back than how ambitious she was...
however, back then she told me that she has a boyfriend to avoid me
which I think was made up story...
because if she was not into me
she would not want me to be around
instead we were riding to our french courses together in her car
and spending time after the school in parties or in film festivals
or other kind of social activities
talking in the phone for hours..
and aside to our universities our houses were so close we were always around
she even took up in my club..."mountaineering club"
just to be around....
thanks to her dad....whom was the vice president of our university
my club got a serious donation
all of a sudden we became a club which only had bare minimum to a club that has the all
yes the party was before we received that big donation
ohh fuck I was a punk back than way more free and no more fucks back than
ohh Inanna don't think I forget you
this is all about you....my primary love
fucking drinking almond liquor to get high here
"some girls are bigger than others" (smith's)
its fucking love
which made the world go around
when it was not present all the world stopped
for a dose of sorrow
"because I have got no one anymore"
did I tell you that I am drinking my almond liquor in shot glasses that says "dad bod"
how fucking dramatic is that
gazelle is currently in living in London...
she is in the best architecture firm that ever
and she is very high on the top...
"ambitious"
she had a son and a broad fore headed husband...
I hope she is happy, the pictures tell me the otherwise
although
I feel so at peace with her all the time
because I had did everything to be with her
but she resisted all the times except for few
one of the moments was at that party
when she saw me at the door she took me by the hand
and took me to the ledge by the window...
inside the house people were drinking and dancing
me with her on the ledge of the window at the fifth floor
dangling our feet to the void
looking to the summer night hand in hand
and sharing a joint drinking beer
while everyone is partying
we talked intense things and shared hands
and kiss
the moment was stopped
but we were not meant to be because
she had to have a kid from the large foreheaded english fucker
whom will not love her and make her a drunkard
reader you should never skip a moment
moments tell you everything
the way you fuck up
the way you succeed
almond liquor is not bad after all
reader please save your life
oh Inanna
sorry
I got lost telling the life I lost for your majesty
today is Friday, when we devote out love, a lousy poetry and recyclable nude to her majesty
Inanna....
you shape our life
you make us what we are
you are us we are you
we are humble
in your presence
I remember holding her small breasts
in a public bar when we were drunk and
where we had a separate space
and her telling me
to slow down
because we cannot exceed
the quota
of
love
King H. Ironson
They fear they lost in love
far the city hug them in the night
life sickened
all been heir lies
rocked a cream
shit rendered slair hord"s instinct
Very sing shaded
Noter day yesterday and today
sand shit retained
Pass the lottery hey waived
Stars are fading into other soul's tomorrow.
King H. Ironson
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