poem for a bulgarian girlask yourself what is there left to love whenpoem for a bulgarian girl by BluestWaves
you’re taking a shower and the coffee’s gone cold.
The rain plummets down to the broken streets
and you’ve forged an umbrella out of pretty smiles,
and you’re wearing boots carved out of the hopes
of many lonely men.
Wear warm clothes.
The world outside may look mediterranean
but never trust no one.
Archaeology. Some day, you’ll get the makeup off.
There will come big black cars and
big, vacant words. A bleak world full of lively lights and
slurs of grandeur.
There will come sober mornings and cozy sundays,
but not today, not
Keep a diary that may, some day, redeem all your sins.
Release them as spirals of smoke, ascending up the a heaven void of icons and
closer to God.
wake up. Unearth an honest smile.
In search for the Wooden Halldress yourself like a witch of the oldtimes,In search for the Wooden Hall by BluestWaves
wake up under the cypress of Lore,
and the one who is not will command you
go to sleep and become someone new.
take the map to go up to the cavern,
with a boat cross the sea, chase the sun
when aloud no one’s ever a liar,
in the halls of the King of the Huns
as the question as told by the old man,
become someone new once again
in the halls of the king of the Huns, you
spin the world on a web, on a song.
happy wordsmy words come in waves,happy words by BluestWaves
without structure or rhyme, or time,
without venturing into the cracking laughter;
with the tide,
and the full moon to light them,
and a school of paper boats, and a tear;
and sometimes they go out to the horizon,
or to you.
And they never come back.
A journal post to explain it all, and then I let you wander in the ice, and hope that, some day, you'll come back to tell me your story.
seven days of beach
From [February 23, 2012] to [March 1, 2012]
eastern berlin series
A whimsical collection of shots derived from self-prompts, using titles of popular deviations on deviantART's main page, from [May 18, 2012] to [June 8, 2012]; dealing with break-up, heartbreak, Scandinavian pop music, empty apartments; and the inevitable process of self-reinvention.
the iceland series
"he said he had survived many winters..."
Part I (he looked like iceland) bluestwaves.deviantart.com/art…
Part II (polarity) bluestwaves.deviantart.com/art…
Part III (Navigator) bluestwaves.deviantart.com/art…
Part IV (knight) bluestwaves.deviantart.com/art…
Part V (corium)
Part VI (dusk) bluestwaves.deviantart.com/art…
Part VII (Navigator II) bluestwaves.deviantart.com/art…