Overture

Some wounds gape open too much to be stitched together by a sip of wine and a good old cry It would take waterfalls of tears, high concentration of salt, to wash this slash clean And allow for the healing wave to begin. My eyes cannot weep that much water. It does not matter, for … Continue reading Overture →

De tachment

I stand in the wind and lift my damp face towards the skies, giving my tears to the night in a silent, hopeful offering I know the salt will wash away my guilt in the end A cold whirl steals my breath and soul - carries my weary spirit above the world water streams from … Continue reading De tachment →

Diamond Desert

I carry the weight of a hundred dead dreams Dragging their carcass behind me through a diamond hard desert Winds howl at my ears, drying my lips Open wounds on my hand seep into the fabric of their tangibility Open cuts on my feet leave a crimson, trail that all my tears wouldn’t wash away … Continue reading Diamond Desert →

raindrops

I don’t need to be anywhere else but here I want you I need to hear you laugh Give me your hand I want to feel your voice one single scathing tear trails down my face I can hear your heart screaming I want to be your heart bleeding thousands of notes of rain I … Continue reading raindrops →

Art of me

Are we all art? Paintings Novels Both What is this – ? A pencil I want you to draw Or write Where? There are blank corners still On my canvas On my pages Sure? Sure I want you to continue The picture The story? And the music Yes I will I want you To make … Continue reading Art of me →

Moyens de papier

Et tous ces sourires qui ne m’atteignent pasPerdus dans le vague, comme tes regards,Lancés dans les airs, par-ci ou par-làPartant de nos yeux, ou trop tôt, ou trop tard. Toutes ces voix qui parlent, bruit infernal,Elles murmurent et pourtant ce ne sont que des crisQui ne disent rien que le non-dit fatalEt souvent les soupirs … Continue reading Moyens de papier →

Flushed cheeks

I can feel it radiate from where I stand, waves of subdued electricity fuelled by my own expectation.We wait, hoping we weren’t too wrong about what was to happen, defusing the eagerness for fear of disappointment.‘Are you ready?’ I nod an answer and take in shallow breaths of a courage that eludes my grasp. A … Continue reading Flushed cheeks →

helpless

I am so aware of the boundaries of my love.I scratch at the hard paint. I use my nails up to the skin to see if I can still bleed.It hurts from my fingers all overseeping creeping whispering pain There used to be people. Others thought they were dead and they buried them.When they woke … Continue reading helpless →

Candlewax

You got stabbed in the eyeWax dribbling from the skyWeak swearing, tongue-bloatAshes in your throat Hunched over dirt and crumbs, heavingSmother the inner screamingWalk and walk all around the naveEcho thunder in the madman’s grave You defiled the pure, white, sinless intentStanding straight levelling the groundsDeep entangled into your soundsYour rotten ruins, the dreams you … Continue reading Candlewax →

Haut de Gamme, par Candace Bushnell

Janey a atteint la célébrité en devenant mannequin lingerie pour Victoria’s Secret. Demi-mondaine à la beauté reconnue, elle navigue dans les cercles du luxe et des médias, cherchant à assurer son avenir dans ce monde dont elle a toujours rêvé.