četrtek, 15. marec 2012
torek, 21. februar 2012
madame
a clawless cat and a wolverine
hand in hand
teeth to teeth
shedding skin
blindfolded agony
seeking shelter
in the night
tail friction, an edgeless must
nothing but yellow moss left behind
she purrs and whispers
licking the salt off his fur
he gently bites
teaching her how to howl
Will you be there when I fall?
nedelja, 12. februar 2012
Kiss me goodnight. Kiss me on a good night.
It's easy for her to forget she is more than an echo of a heartbeat, a thought that got away. If she was given a body and a life, what is it you want her to do with them? I don't think she can pretend she is human any longer.
If this in-between state of dwelling is her destiny, don't tease her with promises you can't keep. It is making her sea-sick. And you know how hard it is to travel with nausea wrapped around your heart. It makes joy almost impossible.
If this in-between state of dwelling is her destiny, don't tease her with promises you can't keep. It is making her sea-sick. And you know how hard it is to travel with nausea wrapped around your heart. It makes joy almost impossible.
nedelja, 5. februar 2012
Walk.Write.Wait.
The craving never stops. It gets louder, but never changes color.
She is only a shadow. A projection of a thought.
She shifts between depths breathless and shapeless. Nightfall perpetuates all hidden lusts.
Hunger doesn't live here anymore.
Blood drips from her nose as she waits for a pink future.
She is only a shadow. A projection of a thought.
She shifts between depths breathless and shapeless. Nightfall perpetuates all hidden lusts.
Hunger doesn't live here anymore.
Blood drips from her nose as she waits for a pink future.
četrtek, 17. november 2011
I talk to planets
"Where were you?"
"Learning how to live."
"I meant yesterday. What were you doing?"
"Scraping the bottom of my heart for inspiration. Looking for a forgotten hurt that might want to be verbalized."
"I don't understand."
"You never will. "
"Are you o.k.?"
"Peachy."
"Learning how to live."
"I meant yesterday. What were you doing?"
"Scraping the bottom of my heart for inspiration. Looking for a forgotten hurt that might want to be verbalized."
"I don't understand."
"You never will. "
"Are you o.k.?"
"Peachy."
ponedeljek, 17. oktober 2011
beef
I have this perverse desire to be submerged in raw meat.
Safety. Passionless oblivion. All my desires chilled to a temperature of a cold dead animal. Muffled heartbeat. Eyes drowned in tissue. No room for doubts.
There should be no harm in my affection.
Or your kiss.
Safety. Passionless oblivion. All my desires chilled to a temperature of a cold dead animal. Muffled heartbeat. Eyes drowned in tissue. No room for doubts.
There should be no harm in my affection.
Or your kiss.
ponedeljek, 3. oktober 2011
misfit
It was the shadow that touched me, not the real flesh...and a tinny whisper that brought me into a state of yearning, not a real voice. It was an imaginary glow that made me sit down, not an actual beating of the heart and it was me who stuffed my mouth with false cravings, not the blushing cheeks that ran away.
I'll try not to go too deep this time. Just a bit over my knees.
I'll try not to go too deep this time. Just a bit over my knees.
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