Poems from years ago

the fragile body and soul now shine with a different light and cast a different shadow: the light of god, the shadow of Lucifer. – Distracted by my flame, I spilled some water in that little cavity between you and me. Your presence turned it into ice, I stepped towards you and broke my knee.Continue reading “Poems from years ago”

Train of thought

You said to yourself that it was too cold and that was why you could barely function. It was either that, or the weeks-long stagnation of the spirit. One day you will no longer think of your own passing, or that of those closest to you, no longer delving in scenarios of unhappiness out of masochistic urges,Continue reading “Train of thought”

Music: Submerged

Their music submerged my body in cold waters- red, blue, and purple lights piercing into the depths. Their voice embraced me, the melody wrapped me up in a liquid swirl, whilst my mind was surrounded by the haze of the late 90’s when I was a child and the very early 90’s when I was notContinue reading “Music: Submerged”

Aquarium

On the other side, I see your face distorted among plants and fish; you smile and I’m happy because I know you know how I love rivers, lakes, and the sea from afar, and how I used to take swimming lessons when I was little, yet was never eventually able to swim for long distances as IContinue reading “Aquarium”

A poem: November

The vanishing words, the vanishing images, the shedding of selves like autumn leaves; of withered lives on wrinkled paper, dust off the treasure chest in the desert, next to a snake regenerating its skin polished, your porcelain appearance melting into the undefined- does the new verse annihilate or build you? perhaps it is the fading portrait eitherContinue reading “A poem: November”

Poetry

Awaiting ❅ Butterflies spiralled in silver – petals sleeping on the floor Eternally moved, I quiver- Tenderly pressed against the door. Of the senses ❅ Nostalgia persists soft as velvet, sad as lace, sweet and intoxicating as your scent sliding down my spine. The fragrant city ❅ Through the alleys, scents of old seasons scatter in the urbanContinue reading “Poetry”

A poem: Wither

I gather tokens of death in appearance fragile- with thorns hidden underneath. A hand reaches out… Blood lingers on thin skin. Petals burn, Smoke intoxicates: you breathe it in. Funeral words carved in marble skin- paralysed, you listen blindly as they inhale life.  

l’appel du vide

Melissa. solipsist. architect. undertaker of her soul parts. She was lying on the wooden bench covered by soft pillows and by the still cold, refreshing blanket. The view from the balcony was pure bliss – her secret refuge amid that demanding, unnecessarily and excessively cheerful world. She wanted to immortalise that private earthly heaven, asContinue reading “l’appel du vide”

Transcendence

Red cheeks and fairy dust in her hair. Fragile lips and bones, pointy ears, rosy shiny skin. What is our purpose, Magna Mater? What is it with all the human images flashing in my head, leaving this bittersweet feeling in my body, just before they transcend it? I feel the chaos of the sea, theContinue reading “Transcendence”

The suffering of the ancient

She awakened only to realise that the echoes of the past were still there. She got up and ran towards the end of the hallway, where she used to tell jokes and laugh with her sisters. The statues were staring at her, from both sides, from above, through hollow, yet somehow luminous eyes. These eyes,Continue reading “The suffering of the ancient”