Chasing my own shadow
I'll end up falling in love
with a “construct” of affection.
Charmed by fire strokes,
I keep love for no one.
I killed feeling great pleasure,
and yet I suffered in vain,
restraining my attitudes.
I fought my sexual instinct,
Hiding truth behind chastity.
What a touch-down,
when I realized
my nature is a-sexual.
And yet I hugged a man
fitting my whole universe
In his handsome body.
I prayed you would choke
In your questionable words.
I hoped I could stop
Trying to be myself.
All I want is being shapeless
Like spring water
On the top of the trees in winter.
I'll sink into your arms
Sneaking out of my fantasy world
just to be a judge ,
just for your approval,
your approval of my imperfection.
Fountains are spilling humans:
born dead,
They are the byproducts of
extreme coupling.
Blood is raining on glass spheres
and their bulimic shapes.
Lily flags are proof of the princess presence
In the North Tower, but I’m sick ,
Stuck to those holy walls , climbed to rescue her
long dark braids dropping from the balcony.
The thought of those dandy faces staring at me
makes me shiver.
I am caught doing my games,
Harmless and undressed
In front of the bourgeois Court.
Creativity goes far beyond your drawings
of primordial demons silver mucus.
Blooding wrists are a good enough eye-catcher:
people’s attention is an act of trust.
Allow yourself to be sincere.
Truth is not real ,
gonna get you a compromise,
a slightly warm fire touching
our crutches.
Lead tears slide on the stairs of the heart .
I’ll never forget
What you are,
what you were,
What you always will be,
My divine enemy , bitter sweet paper doll.
Old-fashioned adolescent clichés
Appeal to someone else.
Ulysses never woke up from his piggish dreams.
We're similar
We're unlike
Does it make any difference?
We are flowers
Picking up crockery from ruins.
We're spreading our wings
To the Sky
and our legs to Hell.