Tag: poem

A poem: Snowdrop girl

Snowdrop girl, I can feel your presence in the first whispers of spring; I can hear your breath in the windy corners of life- it’s my favourite lullaby, it makes me cold sometimes- you could be cold sometimes, in a scintillating way that I never wished to oppose or even

A poem: Heavenly aspirations

I want to purify my body and soul to reach my version of blasphemous heaven. I want to summon the stillness of the dormant light within to exorcise all feelings provoking inner conflicts. To become an empty vessel for a moment, penetrated by light no longer dormant, now shining so

A poem: Evocation

There was nothing left except her orange blossom scent in the air, her skin cells on the conspiring blanket, the energy he was feeding off and her seraphic aspirations, elegantly penned in a forlorn diary before her concept of the world expanded into postmodern depths and her self-concept became a liberating

A poem: A smile among ruins

All dead things are resurrected by the phantom smile- you conjure it when the world collapses: that lovely, foreign yet familiar equivocal smile your mind translates into life and pure hope stays engraved in your memory; through mirroring, you borrow it and unknowingly pass it on to someone else- that

A poem: Wayward girl

You step out of the darkness into the light, then into the darkness again carrying sapphire light within you- your inner compass, your greatest strength Carefree, out of the corner of your eye you see shadows shy away from your disarming nature; you are an unlikely saviour awakened in serendipity- you

A poem: The Rite

Her face aglow, she performs her rite gracefully, like the snow in the silver lunar light; deathly hair, startling eyes, soul-enhancing white night purity, necromancing- nude porcelain skin, beauty within whispers of sin. knowledge sought after flirting with disaster secrets held in astral shells uttered in diffuse spells the occult-

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

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