Haunted by Ophelia’s phantom,enraptured by vernal murmurs,she succumbs to dreaminesslost in the streamof consciousnesscarried away by Woolf’s whispersand echoes of myth froma scent of white Narcissus-fluid nostalgia in full bloom-she remembers her touchbefore the plunge;the sacred memory shattersunderwater-her pale skin resurfaces-she is beaming;her alter ego withersunderwaterNature witnesses an act of self-love.
J’ai une vaste collection de jolis cadavres dans le placard; Je les pêche en pagayant à travers les eaux les plus profondes de la vie; Je les nourris des morceaux de mon cerveau de loin, pour dépouiller leurs os du pouvoir. Ce rare reliquaire reste immergé dans l’inconscient intact, distant, aliéné à travers des étatsContinue reading “A poem: Reliquaire”
I am intoxicated with the saccharine mystery in your warm gaze, your sylph-like appearance- a misty dream haunting idyllic paths inexorably, I find myself in the same spot under the tree archway as much as I try to escape how sweet- sickeningly sweet- my suffering, the uncanny feeling of being hypnotised to return, to hauntContinue reading “A poem: Freesia 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 dared to question- my fearContinue reading “A poem: Snowdrop girl”
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 bright. Such cravings are bornContinue reading “A poem: Heavenly aspirations”
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 fluidity of thoughts and impulses.Continue reading “A poem: Evocation”
Catatonic state I feel your ashes like quicksand I’m sucked into so I’m standing still trying to enjoy the view. Your faith I never confessed this but your faith helped keep me anchored in myself whenever the currents started hitting from all sides. I just wanted to thank you for still existing in myContinue reading “Various poems”
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 is the sweet beauty ofContinue reading “A poem: A smile among ruins”
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 give them freedom to eitherContinue reading “A poem: Wayward girl”
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- her only master.