contemporary credence is few and far between - it isn't dissimilar to willingly letting someone chart across your resonating vascul with a nail and hammer; the perfectionistic sculptor etching agony into tendered vessels as if pain itself was its own medium of artistry, a torturous inscription of ownership etched into metronomic heartache. obsession becomes a stand-in for affection; feverish jealo... » Continue Reading
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
Un lugar estrecho entre nostalgia y vida. “ Ahora, en esta hora inocente yo y la que fui nos sentamos en el umbral de mi mirada” — Alejandra Pizarnik. He estado dos veranos recapacitando tú tacto en mi piel, como si estuvieras en ella cuando recuerdo mi do » 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
You were a wonderful experience: What you’d say to me, as i was merely the stand-in while you were waiting for someone better. Sure, you enjoyed my company, but you never really wanted me, did you? Now yo » 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
They tell me it's ambrosia, the drink of the divine They tell me it tastes of honey and marzipan They tell me it's the best thing a human can taste They tell me once I drink it I won't want anything else They tell me it's my duty to drink it from a cup They tell me if I don't I will not see the sun They tell me of the places I can drink it at They tell me of how happy it makes eve » Continue Reading
I have worshipped your every being your every word your every act your every breath let me feel what you gave me again and again progress it; advance further reciprocate what forbidden thoughts i have penetrate the barriers our minds molded for what is supposed to be "protection" rebel against your rationality let me feel the sin; indulge in it. have it seep from your bla » Continue Reading
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