What I wouldn’t give to be
Jay for a day: speeding by
on his roller skates, balancing
dirty dishes and coffee
as he swivels around and
refills mugs with a smile. Continue reading
Stars burst, minds blown
The bizarre disparity of this virtual reality
How did we manage to demolish humanity?
With barbed ideologies and peculiar stupidity
Hatching the egg of illusions
A splendid demonstration of failure
Worthy of a gilded medal
The alienation is successful Continue reading
You tell me to cover up my skin.
That my laugh should stay coy and my words measured.
You want me to carry myself gracefully for I should be a lady.
My ripped jeans and expressive wardrobe offend your ideals. Continue reading
If you were a book, I would recognize you on a shelf
in a bookstore, among a thousand other books.
I wouldn’t judge you by your cover
or by the horrible art someone else drew on your face. Continue reading
What she loves about being a writer,
is that she’ll always know what will happen in her story.
What scares her about life;
is that there is absolutely no control over what will happen. Continue reading
These words have been laid down so effortlessly,
Who is the author of this book I’m reading.
A biography of twists and turns,
cuts and burns,
struggles endured. Continue reading
A rhythm of art has never been so
as wide and lively
as your ecstatic joy riddled with panging grief.
Your wars, your white flags and your weddings will mark
Windows of words – a million of them pouring in to my world
and focusing to make one blinding ray in my mind. Continue reading
I open my eye lids like a fortress gate
For you to step in the orthogonal domain
And discover the labyrinth of my mind
Please don’t be afraid and make yourself at home
The home of madness, the sanctuary of centuries Continue reading
“The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain
You have been in my memories,
since my earliest years.
Not that ragged clothing,
nor the star-bangled hair,
or your charismatic charm,
has left my mind… Continue reading
Cold stinging winters;
I no longer feel you,
you no longer bother me,
not in the same way that you used to.
My skin has turned thick,
my heart has hardened by what has become.
I no longer feel pain,
I no longer feel anything towards you. Continue reading
Gather me in your wings,
your feathers of power.
Fly me across the mist,
your curtains of enamour. Continue reading
It started in her chest.
Bloomed like a lily,
opened like a fist uncurling to show palm
fingers outstretched to prod against and bother what was unbeknownst to what still moved inside her for her.
It started in her chest and grew. Continue reading
In the hallway of time, that leads to the forbidden chamber of memories
I stand immobilized with my feet glued onto the polished tiles
The light recedes for the nightmares to invade the place like a group of mercenaries
The walls turn black, I stand like a shadow inside the darkness.
I merge with the nothingness
My feet crumble underneath me, I fall… Continue reading
I have five thousand lipsticks in my closet.
Brands from lands I didn’t know existed. Continue reading
There has been an emptiness in my heart,
where one resides like a hotel suite.
It is so strange that now you are gone.*
I stand taller
with plum lipstick
on my lips.
I wear my feminine as armor.
Stand in front of the armoire
and paint my face like a soldier
off to war. Continue reading
What is it in that bold rouge, that delicate rose, that electric blue
that makes people wear it on their lips –
their connection to the world, the deliverance of their words,
their vocal identity?
Let me start again. Continue reading
In my balcony
Overlooking the haunted boulevard
I picnic my eyes
Into your curtain-less window
To watch you try on different wigs Continue reading
There it was all perfectly aligned
A single flower grew
Bright whiteness Continue reading