[nightwood [chorus]]

[a campfire on a cold winter day the hard unyielding log on which you sit it is organic and there is something soft about the discomfort of it a connection with nature the snow melts where my hot tea cup lays it’s tempting but if i put my hand inside the fire i’ll scream weContinue reading “[nightwood [chorus]]”

[nightwood [prelude]]

and in your insane quest towards impurity and self destruction you may find temporary relief in letting your body be torn apart you’re sick for letting sick people touch and lick your skin their wet saliva dripping and you’ll never forget the smell that they leave on your cheek   everything can be repaired theyContinue reading “[nightwood [prelude]]”

[drinkmorewat4r]

[cling cling makes the wine bottle spilling out on the couch harder to hide it so you crouch ouch your knees becomes soft by kneeling you submit you hate it and nobody can even see it why do you even do that no {point tniop pinot} the only thing that makes sense is the opaqueContinue reading “[drinkmorewat4r]”

the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)

a land of trivial stories   Through a dirty window I see a blurred city Each light and shadow Tells a trivial story. And I, wearing a brown sweater Stains in my shower From when I washed the dirt of my old life, I contemplate outside that window Almost ignoring the reflection Of my silhouetteContinue reading “the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)”

I’ll be whole again

From “The shade of old spectacles” I am a spirit I can be nothing more and nothing less So be it.   They’re my weapons against life But they will be my undoing If I don’t discard them soon They helped me when my mother was soaked in juice and her brain was all fluffyContinue reading “I’ll be whole again”

I remember

From “The shade of old spectacles” Blue The warm sea in which some people drown, the clear sky of the desert in which I got lost, the color of my backpack, of the weight of my story, the ink in my diary, the color of a 5-dollar bill you can use to buy things thatContinue reading “I remember”

Healing

From “The shade of old spectacles” Frozen You, little prince Standing with thirst in your throat And the witch Your own reflection Clear and still in what’s left of the river. It is time to say goodbye Even if she will never die. It is time to let things be To let her grow ToContinue reading “Healing”

This one is bright

From “The shade of old spectacles” Fresh paint on the walls Sometimes still gives a way for the colours underneath To be hit by sunlight.   Once upon a time, a child with none of those walls Had to pile up pieces of himself To make a shell. Leaving a tiny window whose glass polarizedContinue reading “This one is bright”

They walk away

She cast a curse. The prince ran all the way across the city To a dimly lit park Where he fell down Whilst murmuring the lyrics of his final song Now here comes the encore. A flower that could only watch him break apart Stuck in the ground Through which Giant thorns rose Building wallsContinue reading “They walk away”