February 2011
2 posts
amaranthine abeyance.
January 2011
2 posts
Greetings melancholy, my old friend
October 2010
1 post
Disguise our demise with netted curtains and a red wax seal
The end is nigh and leaves nothing but november chill which steams from our paused lungs pumped by hearts stood still
Look closely but speak not for these words move in circles and cease all will
But Please, as we pass in peace, avoid coffin bound formalities and let us lay on our side in lovers spoon
We must die as we were born, two...
September 2010
9 posts
What is he thinking, when his face turns like that? Does he not understand how I notice the thin line that develops between his brows as he contracts them so slightly? Nor the way his shoulders stiffen, or the small vein behind his left ear that pulsates as it thickens. How his eye lids tighten by the smallest of fractions, and flutter not nearly as often. Why do his lips stay so straight? Why...
B.
I remember the day I became a Woman. It was when a clay sculpture fell off my shelf, down onto my dressing table, and due to gravity’s collision, shattered into several pieces. I had had the sculpture since birth; it had followed me in every room I had slept within. A great half moon figure with drowsy eyes and a dozing smile, sprayed gold by mother and forever watching over me as I slept as a...
It is coming, and when it does it shall most certainly destroy me.
I have cheated
I have evaded Womans Nature and decieved Natures Rule
For whilst I remain here
My flesh bound upon a Hillside of Gypsies
And towered by a Palace of Crystal
My mind is contort, my thoughts agape
Arisen from cobbled streets
Stretched beyond a scatter of houses
They are higher
Gliding across vast stretches of earth and rock
Water and Ice
To a town with no time, a patch work...
August 2010
3 posts
A.
Placed upon my left hand, on my middle finger, lies a gold ring.
It is an evening like any other. I am on the Parlors settee, my brother lay strewn upon the floor beside me content with a game of solitaire, my sister in the room above practicing the piano at a most untimely hour. The song is muffled through the ceiling and filtered into unrecognisable fragments. I am attempting to read through...
Roasted Whore.
Madame Souflaire was handling fresh slaughtered meats between plump stumped fingers that ironically resembled sausages. I was in the kitchen. Solitude was often sought within this one room, for hours I would humbly sit and witness what i found to be the beautiful transformation of food, whether it be grains of flower sugar and eggs that manifested into towering cakes, or a chicken that is beheaded...
June 2010
5 posts
Resolvement.
Gusts of smoke and the flicker of vermillion flames engulfed the nights air. Freshly clad in male garments, with a bottle of port immured into my blood, I continued to immerse his house in buckets of ale that fed the flames and my frenzy. Collapsing in a heaving fit of laughter and wrapped in a delusional state of revenge, a forgotten ballad sprung to mind, thus there I drank, and I laughed, and I...
Truant Virtues.
Silence followed Monsieur’s death. A week had passed in light muse and continuous brooding over my situation, encompassed by his outdated wallpaper and polished furniture that stood silent and held its breath in undeserved mourning. Despite strange foreign herbs and scented candles that lit with no flame, the stench of dried blood and decay continued to waft around his temperamental tomb. I...
Woe Within June.
behold our anniversary of death
where your unloved and lifeless body lays dormant in a brooding mind
fathom is this moment
from which actions of reckless abandon are reunited by remorse
reminded only by marks on flesh and a picture hidden within an old coat pocket
calamity would be the state of your existence,
forgive me, for i have sinned
May 2010
9 posts
"I Bid You Adieux"
And thus vengeance ensued. My mind bathed in a languid state of extasy as my hands danced back and forth, piercing Monsieurs flabs of flesh in wanton motions. Furious were my sharp jabs that carefully avoided his main arteries. Slow would this pig die.
There he layed, wrapped in my wrath and bound by the shreds of my spoilt garments. My menace had tranformed into a sniveling infant. I bade him be...
"Merde"
Draped in layers of soft velvets, sheer silks and trinkets of lace, I sat centered in the room as his visual ornament of luxury. Auburn hair imitated the black waves of fabric that flowed from the curves of my bodice to the floor, illuminating the sickly pale of my skin. Candles were sparse within the room but I needed no light to know that his facial expression matched that of his perverse...
Forgetful.
Dripping. Constant dripping. Puddles left on my shoulders. Strands of hair dipping in and getting soaked, leaving a stale damp stench of dirty water that lingers in my lungs. It’s those unseen holes behind my ears, leaking out memories whilst my back is turned. I forget they are there until I hear that dripping. My mind sounds like the leaves of a drenched tree after heavy rainfall, curved...
Strange. I wouldn’t use the word strange to describe temptation for temptation is all too familiar. Devious, disastrous and dangerous could be considered as more worthy applicants.
Little Dragon - Twice
April 2010
8 posts
“this feeling swallows me from inside”
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we’re going in circles
round and round
spinning with our eyes closed until we hit the ground
i will marry you at our funeral
Halt!
Nay!
Go Forth!
Beasts of my thoughts begon for I am weary. You are like the monsters of a childs dreams that tamper her fears outside of slumbler. But she loves sleep so dearly. Why must she fear what she loves? For in this state there are tales of the impossible?
Ah, deceitful sanctuary is what you were. I’ve been hiding in silence for a while but your words still found me....
March 2010
6 posts
the sun, it shines too brightly
we need it, but it shines so brightly
it shines little sun beams, blinding my eyes dancing holding hands
piercing clouds and flickering on the seas
they kiss the plants and hug the trees
but I don’t like the beams. the sun sends too many. they do not like me.
I get no kiss or hug, they run wild and poke and call names
once they told me I was worthless...
“yes, i have most certainly pulled the short straw between us two.”
I would rather chew on glass sharp shattered
Then digest those words that left soul battered.
February 2010
2 posts
Love was never my Forté.
January 2010
23 posts
“someday my pain will mark you”
– bon iver
“Ālīs volat propriīs.”