I feel as if the immense infinity that spreads in all directions from my frame has been converged into an oozing black space that is now running within my body. In my veins, staining my muscles. My insides are infected with the infinity. Trapped within my skin, spreading, spreading… I’m immense. Life weighs down on me. Pressing against my body ...
Comfortable living, right here and now. The soothing wind from the ceiling fan, the tamed sun of the afternoon, good music, browsing favorite sites on the internet, comfy clothes, fresh food, water and air (so crisp and weightless), good company of loved ones, a great day. So far. #goodmood It’s a paradise to me which may look like a hell ...
I dreamt of white vans, burning clowns, torn wire fences, blood, wide spaces, white walls, glass helmets, floating balloons emitting fire like dragons, open windows to escape through, police stations, stolen cars and coming home.
I closed my eyes and turned to the sun. A million arteries stretching, straining Red blotches expanding I feel as if I’m hovering beneath the surface of a crimson sea -floating Red and orange Blood and light -piercing Fire against my eyeballs A maze of vessels Red, all red consuming me. Splashes of fire against pulsing blood setting it on ...
“The three kinds of feelings, O monks, are impermanent, compounded, dependently arisen, liable to destruction, to evanescence, to fading away, to cessation — namely, pleasant feeling, painful feeling, and neutral feeling.” — Lord Buddha, Anicca Sutta A little thought about the notion that true love is forever: I might sound silly to you but I’ve always believed -known- that there’s ...
I don’t know if I should be ashamed. Because my loyalty to clouds is inexcusably frail. I feel that clouds are mine when I see these wisps of ocean shine, adorned with the glory of the sun. Gold, bronze, orange, crimson, rose… Oh, the glory! I adore clouds most at sunset. How they’re stained with the radiant, luminous colors. How they ...
We stare at each-other Myself and I A stream of fresh air motes drifting in rhythm with our breath separating us We’re reflections glassy stare, troubled brow the same bruised temple -pulsing Gazing, gazing into each other’s eyes absorbed into the same vortex through the lifeless pupils Myself and I My voice murmuring rapidly talking to Myself A conversation that ...
Petals, our minds torn, red, bleeding filling gaps with glue- stick them back together, these bleeding petals The evening is warm buzzing wind carrying charges electric, feverish My brain feels too warm also, something’s not right Everyone’s writhing. Every one of them every one of us writhing, struggling to make breathing a bit more easier Some laughing, others choking, we’re ...
Wide spaces, fresh motes of weightless air and light. Just enough radiance, splashes of glow over still life. Breathing this air, sucking it into my lungs for it feels like these whispers carry the cure for the weary muscle. Face bearing scraps of bliss, wide eyes reflecting a golden universe, light pouring through black irises shriveled vessels expanding. Clinging to this bliss as ...
A fire within these chambers burning the fragile walls Scars, bruises and blisters Melting flesh, gushing blood Pus Roasting, sizzling My chest cavity -a glowing menace An occasional stream of fresh air fanning the flames- quenching at some places, rekindling at the others Turning this throbbing lump of life into dead meat. It’s never over. A fire within my skull my thoughts ...
Soft is when you feel the air tickle your nostrils as you breathe, it is when your breath feels almost palpable. Soft is when you can feel the movement of your lips when you pour sound through them -your words shaping them, bringing them into contact like a slow dance. Soft is when you sit with your favorite book after ...
It feels like being cut open ever so lightly, ever so precisely with the edge of a bleeding ribbon at a thousand different points of your skin It feels like being kissed lightly with soft lips that bruise your skin like blooming purple flowers or the bright fireworks you watched as a child as their reflections danced within your eyes It feels like a thousand ...
Algae all over me Hindering the light decaying my body Floating Dark suspension fazing my stillness It’s dark, it’s dark in here at the bottom The eerie silence and the infinity of depths suffocating me -I’m drowning Struggling as this reeking green cancer eats at my skin refusing to part, coiled at my core like a silent serpent- a part of me, ...
As the sun peeks over the hell fire sky and pours misery over the earth, I part my lashes White light hits my eyes piercing, piercing drying life out of my being. I’m trapped in this snare of coerced existence- an experiment, a breathing guinea pig. A flame of darkness burning at my core throwing shadows over light consuming my ...
We’re scarecrows but there are no crows to scare, we just scare ourselves with the undesirable idleness the emptiness, the void The rain pours down as our tear-stained eyes look into the hollow with apathy, like watching white dots on a broken television screen The lonesomeness screeches at the top of its lungs like scraping nails on a chalkboard and ...
Sacks of breathing cells and tissues Poisoned thoughts dragging souls into the void Vomiting emptiness, skin smeared in black patches of nothingness- torn and bleeding. Coerced into existence, another beast made to create more demons running around the fire burning, burning, burning! Circle after futile circle, floating around a speck of dust Breath after dying breath, polluting the once-fresh gust ...
You’re cursed when you find your heart soaked in bliss and yet you can’t help but wish to be swallowed up by the void, to feel nothing, to experience the blankness you once felt when under anesthesia to go to a dreamless sleep, never to wake up again…
My heart feels like it’s turned into a rock a bleeding rock, turning my healed blood into gall within its lonely chambers The thought of him, the loss and many a thing unrequited weigh down on my heart, turning my veins into stone My heart feels like it’s a lump of snow spraying splinters of ice with each thud and ...
