Aljaž Čuden - my poems

A perfect drug...

Every time I see you near,
There is nothing more to fear,
Nothing more to trouble me,
Troubles seem to disappear.

The proximity of your presence,
Not of you but of your essence,
Makes me levitate onto a level,
Where there cannot be a devil,
Where a sin cannot endure,
Nor a thought can be impure.

There I reach stupendous heights,
Never room for any doubts,
Drug completely takes me over,
A weight is taken from my shoulder.

But it is not a blur I see,
Crystal clear it comes to me,
Yet with words it can’t be told,
What inside of me I hold.

A sensation strong and pleasant
Shoots through flesh and veins and mind.
Nothing else, just you are present,
All the others left behind.

Here alone we are together,
The world we’re separated from.
A feeling that should last forever,
Makes me feel completely calm.

All I told you yet so far
Is not remotely what I feel.
Just resemblance to a feeling,
That I hold to me so dear.

Still I know this to be true,
And I share it just with you,
It’s the ultimate in knowledge,
And you learn it not in college.

It’s a drug so real I feel,
And to you I deeply kneel,
Because that drug is you, I fear,
It is my love for you, my dear.

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Confusion

What I say makes no sense,
What I want to say, I can never put together,
My mind is preoccupied.

All I can ever think of is what I want to say
And who I want to say it to.
When I get the courage to say it
to whom I want to say it to,

I cannot.
A brief moment before I say
What I want to say,
I start thinking about us.

But, there is no “us” .
There is only “me” and only “she”.
My thoughts are screaming to get out of my head,
To become a spoken word,
But, by their every attempt they get blocked.

What blocks them is not a concrete wall,
It is not a pile of wood,
Not even a road block on a highway of nerves.
It is her eyes that forbid every impure thought,
Not only to be spoken,
But to be born
Inside a head of a seventeen year-old boy.

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Aljaž Čuden - my poems Confusion__by_saray

Borderline

There is a thin line between love and pure hate,
To cross it, means going and taking the bait.
For once I am dazzled, to what this should lead,
For surely this means the most utter defeat.

One cannot foresee it, one cannot explain,
How a thing of such beauty can seize to remain.
Like a mountain majestic, it’s brought to its knees,
To slide all the boulders down the slopes to the seas.

The fairest emotion so uselessly spent,
Like killing the hope on which your mind was bent.
Like waking to horror from dreams that are nice,
Like paying for nothing a terrible price.

No one can imagine the toll that it takes,
The heart that it ruins, the will that it breaks.
The debt, which is taken directly from heart,
Sure leaves a big void and breaks you apart.

At times it does seem that the borderline’s thick,
But don’t let it fool you, ‘cause love is a trick.
For, if you’re not careful, it will just vanish.
And you will be left with nothing but garnish.

So, all that you’re left with is hope of the fool,
That someday you’ll cross it back and bend the rule.
That you could get your mouth above the water,
And speak again your heart without a bother.

But then how it can be that love is so great,
When all that you can do to get it, is wait.
And how can you tell a friend from a lover,
When always, it seems, you escape for cover.

Then you will discover that love is a tongue,
That cannot be spoken and cannot be sung.
It shows in the look of the one, that you hold.
For the stare that you feel is more than mere gold.

It pierces your flesh and stings you in your heart,
No pain can be sweeter, no painting such art.
It sweeps you from your feet and blows you away,
So high in the air, that your mind goes astray.

The path which you’ve taken cannot be foreseen,
Neither can way be on which you have yet been.
Thither you have gone and that is a bare fact,
Before you go anywhere, let’s have a pact.

Always make sure, that you do what your heart says,
Don’t travel the borderline just for caress.
Ever be true to yourself and to your soul,
Or you might find yourself in a dark and deep hole.

In love there cannot be more than one lover,
For heart cannot divide and have more power.
The walk on the edge of a precipice takes
All that is clear and your spirit it thus brakes.

And that is just why you cannot fool around,
For you cannot fly with your feet on the ground.

Aljaž Čuden - my poems SPANK_ME_by_KnightDigital

Aljaž Čuden - my poems SPANK_ME_by_KnightDigital