With every passing day, the teeth of death sink deeper and deeper into our fragile flesh. Our restless spirits know that death is just a gate but uncertainty breeds fear. Hypnotized by your smile, I enter another dimension where light is the ruler. Where there is love. You are my escape from bleakness, yet it is in the dark that we glow the most.
Darkness, stale air and a tiny door, walls with no windows… “Don’t touch me, I don’t want to share my darkness… How did you get here in the first place?” Light is blinding. A hint of love is intolerable pain. “Where is my dear fear mixed with a great dose of aloofness?” The unwanted light disappeared.
Since you gone, I just feel I am not in the zone, I tried to make it last, I drunk so much when you passed, You died young, you left all the family crying, Made me feel like dying, I wanted to visit you, Know that I am still good, you know how I do, Rest brother, rest well, because when I get there, I’ll turn heaven to hell, I can’t let them be, I…
There are days that silence rages so fiercely, I fear the panes will crack and cave. O how I long for your witty exchanges once more. We spend hours, lingered in poetry, conversations enlightened with articulation, and then your mind snaps; Silence. I learn to entertain myself between silences, to sift through diaries left haphazardly on tabletops. The words you’ve written scream for release; your tortured mind begs for forgiveness. I want to wrap you…
I see you before me and hand you over a pickaxe to destroy the wall between us. The music of your soul is compelling but hardly audible, and I want to hear it clearly. Your eyes penetrate me deeply – you touch what no one can, not so intensely; yet, your mind is infected with fear – let me heal you and offer you a way out of your hell. When I think of us,…
My soul is as free as an eagle, perched on a treetop, dignified, looking at distance, seeing different colors, hearing different melodies… It vibrates with rainbow colors and a love for all humanity, and a desire to be everyone’s friend and someone’s lover. It is energy that makes me connect with everything around me: with a cloud, and grass and a pigeon and a river. It is my deepest part – it is the expression…
We are biological and spiritual beings, our intellect and our emotions uncontaminated by society and our expression an authentic human need for connection through communication and sex. The world is beyond this closed door, and this bed is an altar where we celebrate life and libido, love and an attempt to satisfy our intense hunger for closeness. These four walls are the boundaries of our boundless fantasy, where there are no names, no titles, no…
The corpse of our relationship poisoned all my cells and I ask myself: Why didn’t I end it while the decay was just a hint? The cadaverous tissue made us both puke; yet, the rot was more appealing than fresh air because it would mean breathing alone. Now I know that when something dies it should be immediately buried.
A French chanson on the radio, A vanilla-scented candle in the new, small candelabrum; Mother stole it from work. The smell of rice from the oven, A cart filled with neatly cut logs, An empty street, Leafless trees. Life on the second floor. An ever playful dog, The neighbor saying “hello”, Coffee and cigarettes, An apple instead of breakfast, Old, word-filled papers, torn from notebooks I can’t remember, An unexpected inspiration. A day when you’re…
I can’t keep up with the world Since it tries to act as a double edge sword The more I kill the enemy The more it pierces through me In the end I don’t have anything to defend In the end should I pretend Not to be hurt And just smile When in fact I am about to die The string of faith are not so strong They break as you walk along Rip apart…
