I wish I'd told you earlierHow much I likeWalking over thin ice. I feel the thrill to open up pandora’s box, the one holding the key to your desires. I just want to carry on walking,Feeling the sun on my back,Stepping over the edge. Just. I wish I’d put on better shoes,Since the edge is long and slipperyAnd I keep looking down the abyss. And while I stay still,A fly sits on the tightrope.Suddenly I start sneezingAnd lose my balance. I […]
Hop on, story master, The one that would not let Her fears run awayThrough the back door. Unrelenting strideGets nearAnd gets catapultedTowards the crying treeThe willowThat my dad pruned.It had to dieAnd with one last cryIt got swallowed up by the earth. Rest in peace majestic willowThe one beautiful backdrop Of my endless summer holidays.When I was a childAnd then you dieWith your unrelenting stride.Story master leaves.
Apocalyptic fearsThat come and go,Marvelous weatherThat gives me solace.I feel slightly thirsty.The housecleaner is goneAnd the floors are wet,Ready for my indoor skating.Dying habitsAnd freckled skin,The dog approachesAnd wets my kneeWith his muzzle. Acerbic love. I take a sip Of my wine.I call a truce,She leaves an open door.The wooden panel creaks,I get flusteredAnd my cheeks reddenWhen I imagine myselfWriting this.
Venomous snakeThat bites my ankle.Slimy markImprinted on my skin.I did not even noticeI was trespassingYour green garden.The one thatI used to step upon With naked feet.I distance myself,Dancing,Dangling my legsUnder my polka-dotted skirt.All I neededWas to doodleSmall figurinesOn your blank notebook.Doodle away,And take a sip of coffee.Famine aboundsAnd you needTo stop wasting away.Willingness is the wonderfulGift of the soul bearers.They instillFanciful thoughtsAnd set them alight.Open sky,A broken key,Bringing downThe merry outskirts.They do not wantTo kneel […]
Sailing solo,Sand and songs,One wet page,All sweet and dour.I feel the soothing caressOf the steaming bath.I smear the mirrorWith wet tenderness.Cold water,Lashes at my back.I lash out,As if your long handsWere graspingGolden ringsThat my fingers Will never wear. Sad song, Blinking boat Sailing solo.
Stretch out your hands,Caress the book covers,Savor their titles,Enjoy their pensive skin.Don’t fear funEmbrace the wonderOf those sad stories thatYou almost dreamed.Yellowed pages,Dog-eared chapters.The wordsYou didn’t writeAre truly yours.Like black magicInk disappears.With empty lungs, I bark,And I bow to the writerFrom the resolute wisdomOf the starry desert.Like black magicInk disappears.These are the booksyou should have written.Your travel companionsTo the afterlife.This very barking night.
Humanistic woman,Yet not humane,Fat with ideasBursting off the seams. Can’t keep Probing her thoughtsIn a world thatLaughs at its own jokes. She tightens her beltBut fragmented sentencesKeep rumblingInside her belly.She can hear themRevolting in her guts. She is hungry,She doesn’t even knowHow to keep her diet in check,How to digest all those stewed letters. Fat with ideasBursting off the seams. She is hungry,Yet she doesn’t even knowHow to concoctSome random verses.There is not even rhymeAnd even in freestyleThat is a recipe […]
Wonder womanWith a red nose,Cannot seeBeyond her wide ears.Untidy stareThat fixes uponA yellow mountain.Her eyes wide open,Her sticky toesAnd those clown shoesThat make her stumble.Lipstick paints her cheeksAnd decorates the roomThat she inhabits.Cry awayTo the dark crowdAnd cheer up,Remove the paint.Wonder womanwith a red nose,Your eyes wide openAnd your sticky toes.Cry awayTo the dark crowdRemove the shoesThat make you stumble.
Fresh mint leafsRefreshing my throat,Yet I keep savouringThose purple feelings.And as I sip on this wineI envisage a timeWhen I revealMy meandering thoughts To an unwanting world.Spineless fearThat bends outAnd sparkles awayIn an undeserved manner.I bow to you,I levitate,And all I wantIs to get near.I just want to sleep.And to never look back.I count the golden liningsAbove my headThose ones in the shapeOf crying clouds.All too near.
Everyone bowingTo the righteous ruleOf the Ohm goddess,Who pierces throughTheir earsWith her siren song.There will be bloodBut there will be noneFrom yogis,The smell Of imported incenseAlready dried awayTheir veins. RestlessnessIs their heroic pastimeOf yonder years.Yet revolt is in the air.For they can killWith their blank stareAnd soft fingersAnd watery teeth.Yet they should notOppose their tears.Sediments Of wonderful fears.Fears of salty unrest. Unrest in my heart, I want to follow them Down their path Of salty […]