Nermina's Xanga

Friday, December 21, 2001

Fri, 21 Dec 2001 07:42:07 GMT

It's my Birthday today. Just wanted to share with the rest of you. Cake & champagne is served! Love...

Thursday, May 31, 2001

Thu, 31 May 2001 11:33:43 GMT

Dimension of dreams

My soul pressed within four walls

Watery eyes

Blurred vision...

Flammable pillow to put my dreams on...

Dillusion, invasion of my fourth dimension...

Chaotic, inner violence... loneliness ...

Squeezed sounds ripping the night,

sipping the poisonous darkness over my skin,

I reach for the whiteness of my bedroom,

to escape, to lock out, to prevent the impulsive waves of

erotic mysticism...

Simplicity of form and shape

dancing around,

no rhythm, no challenge,

just deafness, numbness...

Loneliness...

Blank sheets of my memories

written with some thematic phrases,

washed out by shame,

wrinkled by succulent fear in between dimensions...

Then nothing...

Flat line...

No heart beat, just white thick frame

Just bells...

Altered coin ringing in between two heavy breaths...

Followed by a teardrop...

Opened door... Your voice...

Salvation... Calmness...

Agony dissolved in eternity of fourth dimension...

You proved it was

worth fighting for ...

You proved I was worth every coin ringing...

Welcome...

May 31st, 2001

Tuesday, May 29, 2001

Tue, 29 May 2001 13:01:44 GMT

...Hmmm another warm night ahead of me... The air sprayed with vanilla, pollen and some distant memories...

I will be sitting on the front porch, again counting stars like counting those little, amazing dots in your eyes...

Again the sky will be my carpet to kneel on, I will say those heavy words and wish you were here... To wipe off the pain, to splash of my fears, my agony...

Have you been searching lately? Have you found what you've been looking for?

Make your answers match mine, like the glove matches the hand or the wedding ring that tiny, shaky finger...

Another humid nite ahead of me... Scratching my nasals, tickling my soul, marching thru me like a small army...

I will reach for the dews coming down the walls of faith...

I will keep it on my palm, the little drop of predicted reality... Oh joy, will my palm dry it or keep it moist...

I will keep it anyway, for you to taste it with your lips, to lick it off my palm-lines of life...

You will then engrave your line of love into my hand, whisper my name and add some mist into my vision...

I will then see it all clear, carried with the star dust, simplified by the rules of nature...

Curves...the beat....take a breath, feed me with your atoms of courage and exhale the vibrant unity of two bodies...

I will stand by, always...

One year or two? Give me the millisecond of your pure, devoted love...

I will live long enough to give the same every millisecond of my existence...

Reach for my hand tonite...

Look at those stars... note that my eyes will rest on one of them, that my sigh will travel thru the air to rest on your lips and that my soul will tuckle you in before fall asleep...

Reach for it, you will feel it...

Monday, May 21, 2001

Mon, 21 May 2001 14:07:10 GMT

Soul spotting

Lucidity…

Heavy scent of vanilla

In your nasals…

Rich, opium fluid

In your veins…

Another shiver…

Another image of fear

Vividly painted in your eyes…

Escape…those traces of weaknesses

…stand by me

Train station of your soul

Crowded with people

Sealed hearts pulling the strings of devotion…

…rives of pain…silly…surrender…withdraw…

Do not wave to me…

…stay…

Another voyage of your body

Sanity…Beauty of impatient waiting…

Give me the world,

Poetry written, marked underneath our steps

Engraved in sand of memories…

Always bitter memories…

I will stay…

Take my hand…

Lead me into temptation to give up my searches,

My fights,

My nightmares…

Dare me to confront the life,

The smells of opened scars,

The taste of shed blood…

Spinning rhythm of your moves

Absorbed into my skin

Deep, sweet fever

Down my spine…

Paralyzed breath crawling

Through the air

Cutting the vibes

Smashing the walls…

Lift your hand…do not wave to me…

Ask me to stay...

Nermina

Wednesday, April 25, 2001

Wed, 25 Apr 2001 11:52:40 GMT

One of my favorite poems ever written by an exceptional and talented person.

{v}Events of the Heart{v}

It's because of the fact that I can't marry you because I can't hug the rare
seasons of the seas and the fires that ripen in the memories of your skin,
because you can't be my sister or a daughter, or even a lover, because I must
speak to you about the silences of my heart which are as ancient as its deepest
scars made by dews and tears, silences that held nothing and reveal nothing, its
because I can't be you, and because one who has nothing to give must love, my
love, I love you. ©
Never look back. For all you left there & behind don't worry. If it's meant to be it will splash off the walls of destiny, if not don't bother chasing it. Accept the reality, dream vivildy and love passionately. That's all it takes.
Another, yet shorter one...
The best poems come out of heart but in the state of deepest, darkest depressions. Pain is always the pen, soul is always the sheet of paper and love is the inspiration. Again, never look back... :-) :-P :-D

Monday, April 09, 2001

Mon, 09 Apr 2001 16:06:11 GMT

My Poem:

Tell me, once more
How close are the depths
and how far are the shallows
Be my truth and
my greatest lie,
be my lover and
my father,
hold me tight,
never let me go.
Be so loose,
freedom is my second name.
Be so wild and so gentle,
tear me up,
collect the remnants
after each kiss You bestow...
Be my dream and
my worst nightmare,
behold my good's and
my bad's
and take the best out of it...
Be You...
As long as you are here
In me.. :-P :-P :-P