Tempirani cvet IV / Clockwork Flower IV

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

This one will need a lot of work, especially structure-wise. I already took a photo with the name Clockwork Flower in 2007 and came up with the whole clockwork flower idea as long ago as late 2006. I am not sure how it came to be, just like the word snowcookies, it's probably related to seasons of the year, Lush and twisting words, gramatically.

Honestly, it's a bunch of scattered ideas that have a nice rhythm, which is what actually failed in the original story.

Tempirani cvet IV

Lakomisleni ljubitelj
tempiranog cveta.
Nepopustljiva moć
tempiranog cveta.

Nepopustljivi ljubitelj
tempiranog cveta,
ta sam, često se vrtim u krug,
i kružim oko tebe,
ali moram da prolazim pognute glave.

Najveći deo, i dalje držiš unutra,
najveći deo, sagradila sam kulu da sakrijem
I koga od nas, na kraju, tempiranim cvetom nazivaju?
Ko se krije tamo gde se krivine više ne savijaju?

Plod prolećne noćne more,
upari se, gori, izgore,
taj si, često obitavaš u ćelijama,
a one su ćelije moje duše
i šire se, otimajući se kontroli.

Najveći deo kriješ od mene,
najveći deo krijem od sebe.

Lakomisleni ljubitelj
tempiranog cveta.
Nepopustljiva moć
tempiranog cveta.

Čuo si neke močvarovce,
rekli su ti da sijaš,
rekla sam sijaj, sijaj,
tako si poseban.

Smučile su ti se prepreke,
nisu ti dale da sijaš,
znala sam da su potrebne,
i rekla sam ajd' sad.

Otvorio si se
i sijao do daske,
pokrila sam lice
da bi se ono istopilo.

Sijao si više nego ikad,
iznad svih blokova,
nisam bila impresionirana,
jer će napraviti kutiju.

Kad izmakneš kontroli,
možeš da probiješ zid,
i onda odjednom završiš,
sa nepopustljivim ljubiteljom
tempiranog cveta,
sa mnom.

Lakomisleni ljubitelj
tempiranog cveta.
Nepopustljiva moć
tempiranog cveta.

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Clockwork Flower IV

Reckless lover
Of the clockwork flower.
Relentless lover
Of the clockwork flower,
Clockwork flower.

Reckless lover
Of the clockwork flower
That I am, I often run in circles
And they're circling around you,
Yet I have to run through, head down.

Most of it, you still keep inside,
Most of it, I built a tower to hide,
So which one of us is the clockwork flower in the end?
Which one rests where the roads no longer bend?

Spring night's bad dream,
Blowing up from steam,
That you are, you often dwell in cells
And they're cells of my soul,
Spreading out of control.

Most of it, you hide from me,
Most of it, I hide it from me,

Reckless lover
Of the clockwork flower.
Relentless lover
Of the clockwork flower,
Clockwork flower.

You heard some swampthings,
They told you to shine,
I said shine on, shine on,
You're so divine.

You were sick of barriers,
Not letting you shine on,
I knew they're necessary,
So I said "C'mon!"

You put down your guard
And shone all the way,
I covered my face
To see it melt away.

You shone more than ever
Above all the blocks
I was not impressed
Cause they'll build a box

When you're out of control,
You can break a wall
And then you're suddenly left
With the reckless lover
Of the clockwork flower,
Me.

Reckless lover
Of the clockwork flower.
Relentless lover
Of the clockwork flower,
Clockwork flower.

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