Stepping stone, Wonderful ears They hear the music While I swing along. Back and forth, Like a little child That sleeps And does not want To get woken. Like a song That does not end In innuendo. Wonderful years They go away Like a sad song, Like the slipping rain. Stupid fears, Those hectic lives, The bells go wild.
Singing silently Solving riddles Welcoming the intense pleasure Of dipping my toes in the sea. The water is warm And all I want Is to spend my future Trying to decipher where to swim. Strepitously silent song, It breaks my voice And produces Luminous And distilled sediments Of fear. I am helpless, Like a river That heads Towards the unknown immensity. Only to die in the sea. Intense pleasure That invokes fear And truly starts […]
Toss a coin. What will be, will be. Forever unknown. If I ever wanted to go and flyI'd give it a chanceTo my dying habitsOf swelling wet rainSpeaking half-truthsAnd venturing into the abyss. All I wantIs to give away the fearsPrecious as they are,And to welcomeThe uncertainty of days gone,Days rainedAnd far apart,Like a tiny figmentOf my imagination.The one that dries outEvery time I thinkAbout saluting the new world.
The swimming costume sticks to her ribs and rubs her skin the wrong way, as she advances on her chlorinated walk to hell. Mum has sewn a plastic white seahorse on the lower right, close to the suit’s seams. She keeps feeling its rough surface as she slowly takes the stairs up to the pool. Do you want to get back to the white seahorse? Not really, says the child. Stupid kid. Off you go […]
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 […]
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.
A little mouse in the kitchenQuietly hidden Behind lower cupboards.He seems hypnotized By cooking smells. He wants to escapeHis hiding place,But a dog lurking aroundHe senses. Some breadcrumbs Fell off while dishing away A poor man’s toast, so I leave them there for the little mouse's tea. The suave hunter Now enters the room. The mouse is scared and silenced, As he can smell His early morning death. Momo is shedding,The floor is full of […]
Girl in mousy sunglassesArrives on her date.Unknowingly the guyHas set up the meetupIn a pretty beer gardenbelonging to her favouritebookshop.You picked a lovely place.Did I?Yes! I come here often.To buy books. They cheer me upOn my worst days,Regardless of genre.Left eyebrow arched.Do you like reading?Of course - I love it. Don’t you?Right eyebrow arched.Well, yes. Who doesn’t?I prefer sport though.Oh, I love to exercise too, I go swimming often.Well, I tend to enjoyactivitiesfar more socialThan […]
This is the life. The life of an online dating aficionado. If only I could go back in time, how many connections and conversations I could have started. How many winks and smiles and drinks to drain the ennui away. And I am getting old and people around me are slowly languishing. All I am thinking about is virtually fucking my next date before my Faceapp wrinkles start taking control of my real face. My […]