Lovely faces with gorgeous bodies;
Dancing on the beats of music...

Fewer in love, few in love with the idea of love,
Most, just waiting for the right time; To make a move...

The time is flying, beats getting louder,
Lovers’ ecstatic, others’ still hopeful;
Rest’ losing the plot, rolling on the floor...

Finally, its 2.30 a.m., the zoo of love, desire & lust;
Smelling ****, beer and blood...

Fewer in love, left already,
Few in love with the idea of love, lost the plot & senses;
Scavengers waiting, other walking with dejection...

Seven days pause then again, a new weekend, but the same Zoo;
And so, would be sensations…

Written by MAJI, Turun Yliopisto

Weave a new start for this wasted heart,
And set fire to what is left of my bones.
I never truly owned this anyway--
Alas, I was fine this way (I lie).

You gave me something to consider
With no intention of leaving me bitter.
I guess you may not understand it, but--

But, let me be clear.

I love (and fear) when people come near me.

Affection is a condition beyond norm.
I always have to perform to achieve
A physical feeling I didn't believe in.
Love is a fable for us unaccustomed
To sweet, stable, abled affection,
And it was conditional for me.
Every touch required a fee.

I am no perfectionist; no, I am a mess.

I am shredded silk and soured milk,
And twine twisted around fingers.
Have you ever kissed a cactus?
You never asked for this.

Why are you still here?

The sun doth send it’s rays twixt the buildings
along with the sky and it’s hue is reflect’d

in the mirrors across the little street
in a little town filled with little people

and I sit in a little chair at a little cafe
when the thought which the sun’s rays hath lit

We’re all full of ****.