In corridors of candle-smoke and rooms of wilted white, I met a gentle wanderer: the anthropophagite. His boots were stitched of funeral cloth, his coat of evening’s gloom, And round his throat a ribbon hung, still scented faint of tomb. He spoke in sighs of silted skies, » Continue Reading
The room was stifling, filled with representatives and businessmen from across the world. Donald Trump stood at the top of his marble staircase, gazing down at the people in his ballroom. From up here, he felt superior. like he was their god, and if he was to think about it, he kinda was. As his eyes were grazing along the people in the room, one head in particular caught his attention. The slicke... » Continue Reading
this is one of my poems translated in english I hope you like it: There are things that do not come when you call them. They come when you are ready to hear them without speaking. Patience is not stillness. It is walking through the dark, with a light inside you that no one else can see. It does not count time. It does not wait with anxiety, It holds neither clocks nor calendars. Pati » Continue Reading
se você é meu amigo por um tempo, você sabe que uma das minhas formas de expressão principal são os macieledits. "o que caralhos são macieledits?" macieledits são edições geralmente curtas que utilizam de pequenos cortes de lugares que eu passo pela minha vida e frases que têm relação com acontecimentos meus. aqui dois exemplos: museu do amanhã | macieledit #3 » Continue Reading
Deep in the Earth Deep in the Forest As my body lay cold deep in the forest, the animals and bugs will taste the warmth of my love for you with each bite they devour me. The wolves will have fallen for you so deeply, they will spend the rest of their liv » Continue Reading
Everyone romanticizes them. Nobody talks about how they’re just fire pretending to be eternal. I think they’re embarrassed- all that burning, all that distance, just to be turned into a metaphor. If I were a star, I’d collapse on purpose, just to make sure nobody called it beautiful. » Continue Reading
bleeding noses apart. this wasnt supposed to be correlated with you. im a disgusting, narcissistic son of a bitch. and i seem to love it. » Continue Reading
Plop bătrân ce vezi d-asupra toate - până la sfârșitu grăunte din clepsidră Ce întâmpini suflu de ici și colo Neschimbat căci seva din pamant vine, iar restu-i adaos Aici cu picior greoi foșnesc prin frunzăraie Singur pițigoi să mă auză și-a mă ție minte Iar sub mine, În adâncuri înfipte Rădăcini încâlicite să mă simtă » Continue Reading
I wonder, Hath thou ever witnessed the air with open eyes? I wonder, If thou ever felt the icy flower's thorns carress thine skin, Illumination, New dead sensations, Stone tablet dancing, writing my n » Continue Reading