Stripped from all coverage, Dropping down to my knees. I fall asleep in a bed of dead roses After weeping for hours: I have nurtured the life I was blessed with With my salted tears Until I killed them, And now, here, I must nest. “Where have you been?” I ask myself Painstakingly. The silence penetrating me So blatantly. “This is what it feels like when you face what’s in front of you,” I tell…
I’ve been walking back and forth in my mind, on the floor Coming clean when I said I can’t do this anymore. Sleep to see Standing shapes with ringlets of eyes snapping the harness that pulls at my chest, Pulling out my heart as it weaves through my ribcage. Spit out the bloodstains that Are messy, blossoming carnations against the stone. Patterned by the miracle of fire In these carved out holes in cliffsides. Thunder…
Cradle of life, Cradle it well. Essence of youth, Blossomed heart. Life is the first hard truth. A mirrored veil. Child of sunlight, Beacon of being Dashed to the jaws of the collective, They feast on imagined kingdoms. Muted origin, Unspoken fear… Twist like withered vines, Over a nourished soul. Drinking greedily from the cup. – J.R. Bastion
The sky laid in splendour, My eyes held its gaze An eternal face. To see this world created Through a single thread. It is by the calm eye of God, It is the wind that guides the colours of the sky, Stretches and sits them above, And pulls the thread out of the needle. Colours erupt Before the coming of night, I find myself in awe. A gracious presence I bear, To view such a…
‘There’s something godly about you tonight.’ If you would ever be so kind, please don’t say that, please refrain, you mustn’t ever now forget that way I barfed out in the rain, the way I laid down dagger dead, on the concrete, out of breath. Keep that memory engrained, of my loudest ugly cries, of my childish jealousies, that would always get the best of me. We grow up and we mature, but our time…
I’m a virgin, I’m a whore, I’m a saint and I’m a demon. I’ve been dealt a foul hand, I’ve been cursed, with glutton’s hunger, my blood is boiling, getting madder through my veins, it’s mingling with my tainted purity. My body, a greedy pleasure, an object spoiled by lust, I could become any such ting, an alluring mother, rotten object of desire, every single thing I do, every single thing I wear, has to…
Empty parks and concrete tables, wicked symbols etched on trees, the demons show up at your beckon. You struck a deal and lit the fire, paper burnt in bitter smoke, ‘What do you wish for?’ Asked the wind ushered, creeping up my spine. You wished for greatness, for riches, for the knowledge of the gods, I only wished to stay with you, no matter what you want to do; to lay with you on thrones…
Time-lapsed clouds roll like pigment on watered paper blackgreywhite dampening green, greening light. Lichen eyes spread their watch further, turn owls, merge and diffuse. You tread the dark soil in rain unafraid of thunder in the distance going in going into a jungle of water dissolving the edges of leaves and trees and you sudden watercolor of the soul – Andrea Ferrari Kristeller
lend me two oval leaves green to see two soft mauve mushrooms curled to hear a body mulching in soil smells of life and death in veins white mycelial and tendrils of hair as each drop hangs translucent trembling let them pond in my womb fertile of words that sing the song of Us -Andrea Ferrari Kristeller
A green flood of treetop waves where wind is waverer of light mist moves in canoes inside -drops- outside climbers spin wet bridges crickets drip in notes rain curves rivers of leaves spiderwebs secret mushrooms (white; minute) crossed by ants in dream motion birds swim from tree to tree disowning silence the soft song of a red-trumpet flower stirs open butterflies sip liquid light, drench colour, float Deer wades a clearing the ferns behind swirl…