Labyrinth

Within this labyrinth-sacred lair, profane shrine-I roam to banish anhedoniaI am seeking somethingI know I have in me-an elusive landof ecstasy and renewalMy mercurial mind feeds and fights with itself in the processThere are two main levels of feeling I acknowledge as relevant-the bipolarity is astounding, solet’s just focus on the second one,I wish IContinue reading “Labyrinth”

Her Rebirth

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.

An allegory

Let your mind paint a rainy cityscape. A girl dressed in black, with a mask and noisy heels steps on the sidewalk. Her tears merge with the raindrops. Each tear encapsulates an entire mini-universe, lingering on her cheeks, like undetectable tokens of fluid vulnerability. A stranger passes her by, closely. His slightly curious, slightly worriedContinue reading “An allegory”

A poem: Sakura season

The world was sick – physically, mentally,we were part of the minority left uncontaminated.My calcified shell unravelleddown by the riveramong sentient trees,shimmering shrines,underneath celestial splendour,next to your magnetic presence;Bonded by the common revulsion atdestructive forces, we were here for the artof letting go, unburdening the heart,re-emerging from ourselves,this arcane ritual, this sacred moment,this hallowed place-IContinue reading “A poem: Sakura season”

A poem: Velvet glove

An iron hand in a velvet glove, soft veils over roots unwavering- your core, honey-mouthed- your discourse, your silence.   Within, there is the hibernating alpha-serpent, awaiting resurrections- you bathe in the light of her uttered incantations.   You spot the red flags of the dark triad, you never wave white flags, for there’s noContinue reading “A poem: Velvet glove”

A poem: Reliquaire

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”

A poem: Freesia girl

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”

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 dared to question- my fearContinue reading “A poem: Snowdrop girl”

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 bright. Such cravings are bornContinue reading “A poem: Heavenly aspirations”

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 fluidity of thoughts and impulses.Continue reading “A poem: Evocation”