From poppies Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. Subjective beauty And a creative tinge. She bites her lips, A full-blown plastic Moon Floating in an ocean Of red feathers. Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. They decorate The crumbs That feed the birds. You take a bite, Like them you fly And you stop crying. If you were crying. You bite her lips […]
Hop on, story master, The one that would not let Her intuition run away Through the back door. Unrelenting stride Heading towards The crying tree The willow That my dad pruned. It had to die And with one last cry It got swallowed up by the earth. Rest in peace majestic willow The one beautiful backdrop To my endless summer holidays. When I was a child And then you die With your unrelenting stride. Story […]
Venomous snake That bites my ankle. Slimy mark Imprinted on my skin. I did not even notice I was trespassing Your green garden. The one that I used to step upon With naked feet. I distance myself, Dancing, Dangling my legs Under my polka-dotted skirt. All I needed Was to doodle Small figurines On your blank notebook. Doodle away, And take a sip of coffee. Famine abounds And you need To stop wasting away. Willingness […]
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.
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 […]
Silently mellow Like a mellifluous flower That stands tall Facing the silky bushes. My trainers are too small, My feet do not want to obey, And amongst all the shrubbery A pansy tickles my ankles. I want to shout, He wants to cry, Relieved That he is no longer Lost in his deranged speech. Forever flowery. Facing the bushes. Silently mellow. It wonderfully tickles like a thorny rose, and I resist. My soul finds solace […]
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 […]