semi burnt cigarette rots at the edge of the tabletop, the clock shows a time that was never good, we sit here listening to vinyl, while a person rings the doorbell again and again, i am not opening my mind, i say and the factory of thoughts opens their gate it is seventeen minutes after … Continue reading the person on the door
i look out of my window, assuming that you are looking out of yours at the same time. as if our sight is penetrating through these mazes of towers and buildings, and we are looking directly at each other. but in front of me there are two sunflowers, a song whose name i know not … Continue reading assuming
On this wheelchair, I sit And look upon the grass From my window pane While knitting words Into poetries. I'm eighty-seven Ancient and fragile With ebbs over my skin And folds on my body. I wear roses And a sunflower or two. Only yesterday, I was fifty-three Combing my hair into a bun With a … Continue reading Thoughts on a wheelchair
I live in the ashtray In the hours of darkness, I couldn't sing And the days when I fumble with the blade Unable to write a thing. I paint my nails black And of my blood, I take a sip And it burns my throat While it touches my lips. I write with white ink … Continue reading Stay dead without much ado.
Here I see A green nail polish Nail polish of green colour It changes its hue At you and me Paint us Yellow and Violet And I hear it sing And it sings to me The song of white roses and red colour And all the things I cannot see I smell their vintage aroma … Continue reading Green Nailpolish.
I. I then smiled At the devil Who was standing Not with pointed red horns Or a red cape Or teeth so sharp That makes me gulp in fear But in a crisp black shirt That had a silver tie And he smiled back And at that moment I knew My life was over. II. … Continue reading The Death Series.
Oh, what I have become A whirlpool Dancing in the penumbra Marked by shadows and moon. Oh what I have become A demon Gnawing at my inner self Not choosing to lose. Oh what I have become A star Gazing at humans from above Sitting in the clouds, aloof. Oh what I have become A … Continue reading What I wanted to be