Tag: diary

A poem: Polarising

You were polarising- in so many ways, your vibe confused the hell out of me and the ambivalence made me uncomfortable; I met you at a time when I didn’t know the best things in life are somewhat polarising, they tend to be transformative, with their stimulating powers I liked

the rarity of feeling

Every once in a while I wake up as someone else – in the same body with the same memories and the same gestures, seeing the same people, maybe going to the same places physically and yet, mentally, emotionally, a new world opens up within me – is it the

A poem: Unfiltered

Clinical, surreal emptiness. Chocolate-scented wood. Smell of new and non-alcoholic intoxication. Life as art for art’s sake. Neon light flickers as you blink infected by dizziness. No longer tone-deaf to the harmonies of your own soul, you don’t shrink for someone else to grow. An invisible corpse in the plastic

A poem: Vis-à-vis

Quiet and frozen: A reflection approaches within the glass I seek meaning in a meaningless palace of empty eyes and half-hearted smiles. Statues of philosophers vis-à-vis- From expresionless to sad, their face changes mood: they empathise. Neither pain nor pleasure felt- My mindless mind projects conflicting eyes filling a void of thought

A poem: Afterlife

I taste the blood of dehydrated lips, admire the inadequately plucked eyebrows above vapid black circles surrounded by red on translucent white. Dark hair, itchy like rope against my neck, frozen hands trembling, features particularly thin: I forgot how to live, yet I laugh at my own sin.

Dantesque

She was standing by the window, her face seemingly puzzled by the familiar noise of trains rushing incessantly and birds making harpy-like sounds. It was really taking her back. Back to the days when she made connections between the number of the floor she was living on and the corresponding

A fairytale sentiment

I have experienced it while watching Valerie and Her week of Wonders at Hyde Park cinema, listening to Alcest, or simply waking up in the morning feeling rays of light caressing my face through Venetian blinds and fences. At times it is something outside me that triggers this inner feeling, other times

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