Bingo

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Bingo

Grey hair
Pollutes my mind,
Stems itself in my thoughts
Thoughts I can’t remember.
The words are sucked up
Something is sucked up
Grey hair
I can’t remember
I need to pee

Grey hair
Steals my memories
Tomorrow left today
I can’t remember
Something is stolen
Who are these faces
I need to pee

Grey hair
Takes what’s left of me
My bed is wet – it’s warm.
I can’t remember something
Grey hair
I’m cold
I can’t remember anything.

– Lita
(Panicked)

Oanoski

 

Oanoski

This is inscribed
Knowing that you shall never
Possess knowledge of it.
Sans the fear of repercussions

Your absence is prominent,
No one will admit to it,
However our eyes keep on
A lookout for you;
Like lone lighthouses
Looking past beautiful seas,
Just for you

Your absence is known
In the lack of security
That blankets us in the nights
When loneliness commits
Acts of treason against us.

Your absence is felt
In the tension that pursues after
Mention of your fading existence
Lurking in the holds
That love once occupied

Your absence is loathed
In the fact that it was incapable of taming
Nor reversal; because death can be given
And not taken back.

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Light from Lita
See you soon

Hetaners

      Hetaners

She sat lone in the corner
And watched on.
Her preys roamed, 
Unaware of her

Both were tempting
Her body relished in the idea
Of them
Evil and sweet

They were her temptations
Even if she were to act upon it
She couldn’t
She wouldn’t hunt them.

Pretty boys
Better fear
The girl
Who lures
Them with
Sweet smiles

I fear the one who resides inside.
Light from Lita
See you soon.

Winter

Sweet winter

Sweet Winter,
Do enchant me with long nights
and whispers of Day.
Encompass me with a great might
As i take my journey away from falling may.

Sweet Winter,
With dying grey skies
Calling out with watering eyes
For your blighted innocence.
Embrace me with your promises of fertile land.

Sweet Winter
Retracting  in the dead of night
Leaving with rays shining through the skies
Forget me not
When you reach where you reside
For sweet winter,
“Tu me Manques”

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Tribute to that stormy afternoon

Tribute to that stormy afternoon.
I appreciate that time we shared
I’ll savour those moments.

Light from Lita
See you soon
Find me on instagram :@lightxlita

Sonnet to the rockers

I’ve listened to many rockstars growing up. With their overgrown hair and many tats.
Bobing and swaying my head to their endless tunes. They have drove us all to a musical nirvana where we were untouchable. These rockstars were another breed of musicians, they drove people insane with their lyrics and guitar solos written from the depths of their souls. Their sense of identity, true to their own being.

Where do rockstars go? Where do their souls evaporate to? The inking on the skin that branded them as a rock entity disappearing from the world. I think this is more than a sonnet to a rocker, it’s to all the dreamers out there, what happened to you ? Where are you?

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Where have you gone?

Light from Lita
See you soon

Beauty

There’s a beauty to be found in a almost dead rose. It’s still as beautiful as the day it bloomed. Either way if you think about it the rose till conveys the same meaning as it was given to you.

My sunday project was to find the things that I love and try to capture them in the best possible way yet in such way that they were showcased in the simplest form they were.

1. Dying Rose.

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My beautiful property.

As I said it’s beautiful in a poetic way. Dying roses are beguiling , I cannot lie about that. However I still appreciate them with a soft brush of their dying petals.

2.Spinning

This one may seem strange but have you ever found yourself spinning out of control and you’re dizzy and the world can’t seem stay still? I like that feeling of being able to run in one direction only to land up in another.

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My beautiful property.

I am free, I cannot touch the sky or fly but for a moment in time, for a split second, I feel like I can. It fills me with a euphoria of joy and happiness because when I fall I’m not scared at all.

3. Licorice tea

Some people like the candy, others don’t.  I like the tea as well. It is not super sweet like the sweet.

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My beautiful property.

I think may be a tea addict. Only because I try millions of different types of teas and it seems for the meanwhile I have settled on Licorice tea.  I take my daily dose plain and simple. I’d like to think that one day I would be sitting in a café in the streets of London sipping on a cup of Licorice tea whilst reading may favourite novel when I bump into you. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Those are some of my favourites things that I have truly come to hold close to my essence.

Perhaps you could share yours with me?

Light from Lita
See you soon.

New blog

Hi for those of you don’t know, my name is Lita.
I have other blogs so I’m not new to the game.

Q & A

1. Why not just use the other blogs that you have?

Well the others are used for a different purpose. They’re a little more deep on my thoughts so I would rather keep them unknown for the time being.

2. Then what’s this one for?

Solely to give others an opportunity to have glimpse into my world.

3 . What’s the ‘The Light & Simplicity project’ all about ?

I find that nowadays everything is really fast pace. I want to slow things down and allow for the good things to shine through.

4. How old are you?

17

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Nearly 17

5. What do intend on blogging about?

Anything and everything.

Now that you know something about me I hope to see you in the coming posts.

Light from Lita
Bye.

Psst…
Love you all

Bye now

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