1,001 NightsIn a land ofdreams and dust:the curve ofa half-hazed sun,devoured.
AsphodelA beckoning:watercolour sky shrinking,too late, teeth fall; pearlsfrom a broken string.Blink and the moon ignites—but the sheets are stillenvelope-stiff.
DebussyRestless under theclairvoyant moon—dreams quiver likecandlelight againsta long-lost muse.
Memoir III1.Thunderstormon the way to school:roadside tsunami.2.Sunday morning—burnt pancakes,lined like Jupiter.3.Yin-yang catdozes, balancingwaking and dreaming.4.Cloud gazing inthe rain—tears of theweeping woman.5.Hot chocolate—marshmallow meteorsin a darkened sky.
SurrealismThree a.m., andGod is in my bathtubagain—sipping whiskeyhallelujahs;backlit bya freshwater moonin the mother-of-pearl sky.
PompeiiDrumbeat from above;trailed by ragged, ashen dogsfed only Vesuvius’ shadowuntil the heavens split—sodden map becomespapier-mâché fingers andfrom afar, through a veil of rain,a chorus: the mournful dogs howl,cursing the gods.
Little FuryThe storm throws you to my door, drenched and bloodied, god-light dimmed. The crest of the hill is underwater. You have no boots. Morning dawns cold, clear, a watery gold. You are gone.
Sundropo n some days I watch you rise and ragewith a new yearfirework fervour–untamed and glorious,pulling the years togetherwith a snap of your fingers.but some days you are languid,stretching like the summer dustingof freckles along your forearms, theslumberous strands of hair shutteringyour sky-eyes from the morning light.on these days, I think the earth spinsslower and the birds sing a littlequieter. on these days, I lookat you and I think:sundrop.
NymphTranslucent asa dragonfly wing—her hair fansin the water, andthe sun bleeds.
I Never Was, I'll Never BeI Never Was A Good Whore.I Fall In Love With Poor Guys,but that's ok, I'm Used To MySelf.Once One Of These Guys Was Also In Love With Me.Not From The Beginning,but after the third meetinghe finally accepted our truth.And I was Happy and He was Happy!!!When He was coming To Our Fourth Meeting,he had an accident with his bike.I Never Was A Good Whore.I Never Was,I'll Never Be.
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.
I Fucked Your Mind, SorryI'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You,but I'm a sick bastardthat cannot stay away from you.Nothing less,Nothing more,I cannot let it go,I will not harm you.What I'm Going Through, It's Not Your Fault.What You're Going Through, It's Not My Fault.The moment I was bittenby the crazy dog you hired,I realized that my crazy lovehas fucked your mind.It passed a long timesince then,but you can't recover.I'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You.
Alla RabiosaScorpio's tail slips low—a mari usque ad mare:from sea to seaover me, a devil in the sky above;and the Huntresspeels dawn like an orange.(Fling meamongst the stars:the Mad Queen's cosmic mirage.)
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysto defy Icarus:teach this rose thorn hearthow to fly.[ All I want to be is the space between the stars. ]But, I’m here,ripping holes in blank pageswhile nursing nebulae knuckleswith white plastered walls.
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.She’s a devil,that one.Glad for her spine,& her teeth,even God hands fear her.For she has arched her backfor a flower-womanwith sin drippingfrom her fingers-who taught herhow to laughlike the stars.
Dark AngelDark AngelA dark angel searches for her love on earthShe has departed heaven to find her soul mateShe has given up her white garments for those of jet blackShe is in a state of mourning and lossShe died but her partner remained on earthShe could hear his bitter sobs while she was in heavenThe tears filled her eyesAnd she vowed to return and sooth her partner's soulGod refused her permission to leaveBut she departed nonethelessShe has been banned from Heaven for a thousand yearsBut she can cope with such banishmentSo long as she can find here true loveShe returns to the cemetery where she was buriedAnd her true love is there by the side of her grave"Hello, my love, I have returned!""How can this be? you died and departed from this world""I have returned to heal your heart and support you"Tears fill his eyes"How can this be? My grief has driven me mad""I cannot return to Heaven for a long time""But so long as I am with you I am at peace""We will grow old together"
Too weakDoctors say I'm simply weak,so I get sick all the time.Nothing more, nothing less.I must be careful.I believe them, I feel it,I was always feeling it.How my love for you is so strong?Maybe you are right,my love for you is a sickness,result of my weakness.
It Wasn't MeI felt such a shamethat I found you lovelywhen you were crying.I know you can't forgive me,but please at least rememberthat It Wasn't Mewho made you cry.
You are lucky, she doesn't love youThe door was openand I listened what he said to him:"It has come to my attentionthat you love one of our girls.My dear, you can't love these girls!You should only come, pay, have funand this is it!You have gone too far!!!!You are lucky, she doesn't love you,so you can go."
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
Name testA girl that lies to you about her name,she may hide something or she may wantsomething of yours.A girl that shares her real nameeither she wants nothingor she wants everything from you.
Love Is A WeakNessLove Is A WeakNess
The World Is YoursThe world is yours,You know itand I know it,no matter what I'm saying.But don't ask mewhat I would do without you.This world,without you,simply it wouldn't exist.But it would exist another world,better or not, I don't know.But you existand this world existsandThe world is yours.
It's not a shameIt's not a shame,it's not something to be proud of.When I'm thinking of youI can even deny a good fuck!It's not a shame,it's not something to be proud of.When I'm thinking of you...When I'm thinking of you...I masturbate, thinking of you...
New SecretsNew SecretsYou never loved me,but I shared with you my little secrets.No, you didn't ask it.No, I didn't expect anything.I just felt so,and to proove to you my intentions.I never expected that you'll love me,but I couldn't imaginethat you'll tell my secrets to a dogand send him to get me!Why?Therefor I created new secrets,but again I want to share them only with you.
Why You?Once you askedWhy You?I Ask MySelf The Same QuestionEvery Night,Every Day,Every Hour,Every Minute.Why You???
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
LiliyaBright-eyed,bird-bonedwhisper girl;dark-dressed,moon-backedmistress of light.
Лилия / Liliya. NaPoWriMo 11-Featured:Here by *Lady-YumeThank you!