I ran to the woods Searching for more clues To solve what troubles My mind. I embrace the trees, Looking for the keys To open my drowning Heart. When it gets too much, I’m like an egg ready to hatch Searching for a nest, That keeps me warm the best. That’s when I find The trees, The bees, And everything inside nature That keeps me at ease. – Anastasia Raf
Oh, how beautiful you look. I’m in love with the smell of you. Your presence so true, Always there when I’m looking for you. When reality is dangerously close, Your paper world is where I stick my nose. And with every page I turn, The chapters make reality burn. When my adventure is long, I go on a journey, with your characters I belong. Your words create worlds That let me live with comfort And…
If no eye is watching, absent even from each perfect sparrow (such infinite isolation) then, especially then, we must gently cast our eyes, urgently focus our attention on each other. Weighted and untrammeled with time, sprawled on the beach of you, my blue shadows, greys always pooling around your blacks and whites, your crashing sea-scented waves. Your hands are on my hip bones again, hinging me forward, and my eyes surge back at you through…
Drowsily, I long for your sweet sedation, lust, yawning, for your soporific charms. I adore this blurry threshold moment, be gentle, go slow. Your waves come in hard, a relentless crash, inexorable, unyielding, narcotic. I drop for you, my dead weight cocooned and warm: this abandon, escape. You fill me, my coasting, surfing brain piercingly, ecstatically overflowing, people and places loved or unknown lives I can never revisit, joy, ecstasy, heartache, all night in these…
We are trees, roots interconnected. Our canopies reach out, touching. Spirals of attention, generous reciprocity draw us, whirlpools so futile and irresistible. Meanings, compass points, references indecipherable to one another. We talk on, translations countless, layers multiple, unbearable. Lacy palimpsest, how our branches tangle. – Tanya Fenkell
It all makes me sick, my heart beats in my throat I can’t put it off, it thickens the air like smoke I take deep breaths but all I do is shake My mind is a mess, I can’t think straight The waiting, the anticipation; I see them at every turn I stop to hold back the vomit and I listen to my stomach churn My every source of joy is plagued by the panic…
People made up the idea of God and I made up the idea of you… Both for the same reason, both urged from the same force, our fear of dying… If people can love God without having seen His face nor having heard His voice, then I guess, I can continue loving you even though I struggle to remember you… I found my religion in you and then you left without ever coming back… And…
Oh, lover of my youth, loving you was near to death experience… Your body was the deathbed where I’d lie to feel alive, while I was slowly decaying… Oh, lover of my youth, we taste our Karma in each other’s mouth… Will we erase it if we kiss more? You mistook me for your fate and then you run away… Oh, lover of my youth, we’re all born as tragedies that haven’t been written yet……
I took off my mask and I replaced it with your mouth… Scandalous and reckless, I know! But I couldn’t resist the answer of my prayer, the replacement of the fabric touch with your half eaten skin upon my lips… Now, I returned to uproot with my small teeth whatever is left covering your skeleton… I swallowed each one of your freckles like antidepressant pills hoping to cure my incurable thoughts wearing white dresses wandering…
i listen to the drip drip drip of the tap and wonder if my doubt is leaking too. it seems no matter how much i try to stop it, it squeezes itself through, ready to strike like a freshly sharpened blade, or a snarling snake with its teeth bared. ready to slice through my heart and kill my wild things. am i strong enough to stop this, or is tragedy inevitable? i listen to the…