Poetry: Smoke

December 1, 2022November 30, 2022Leave a comment

Smoking with your aristocratic manner,

I gaze at your magnificence.

The world of tinted roses has become

Butterflies circle around you with divinity.

I fall into the moment

I fall into the mist

I fall into the mystery

I fall into you.

Smoking with your sophisticated manner,

I try to paint your face within my mind,

So that it remains milk fresh inside my adoring eyes.

I’m hiding beneath the smoke

That fogs this room.

I’m crawling beneath the smoke

To reach you.

I fall into this madness

I fall into the insane

I fall into you.

Smoking ever so seductively,

I’m trying to contain my runaway emotions

For I am afraid that they could harm you.

I’m hiding beneath the smoke

That fills this room.

I’m fading beneath the smoke

In order to reach you.

I fall to the ground

I fall to your feet

I keep on falling….

Falling into you.

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Poetry: Jack Faery

December 9, 2021December 8, 2021Leave a comment

The neon pink hand beckons the night

as the clock sways to midnight blue.

His time has come to assume a disguise, puckering cherry

lips and setting the wig on his head. Glitter

dances across the golden ringlets, velvet

hugs his silicone bosom like a faery.

Jack piles more makeup on his face, with faery

eyes that shimmers night,

he grabs his red velvet

bag as he closes the door to the blue

feelings that he’s left inside. For the glitter

emotions dipped in cherry

wine and spread across pallid thighs, convert to cherry

cream resting on ethereal faery

wings that covet glitter

dreams of passionate nights

spent in burning bliss. The blue

tears no longer dripping on the velvet.

Drinking champagne from cupped hands, velvet

scarves pin his lover to the cherry

bed, until he begs for more. The blue

emotions disappear like unchained faeries.

Flying into the lusty night

dusting his lover’s eyes with Star Dust glitter.

Sensuous fingers trace over glittered

flesh, pouring scalding wax from velvet

candles. His lover whimpers into the night

as Jack toys with a candied cherry.

He now has the power of faeries

to kiss away the broken blues.

The clock has struck. It’s time for the blue

veils to fall upon the glittered

fantasies of his soul, his faery

wings have been singed, his red velvet

bag carries the remains of his cherry

pits, to remind him of sadistic nights.

The hour has come to assume the blue disguise until tomorrow night

When he can douse himself with glitter, fill his palms with cherries,

And transform into a lovely faery that whispers poetry in ears like velvet.

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Poetry: Suture

October 28, 2021October 27, 2021Leave a comment

My blistered fingers tremble

They cannot cling to your adulterous flesh.

Death is my coveted cradle.

While Hades sings to me my lullaby.

I spend the night stitching with black thread

I stitch my severed limbs together.

I try to revive my dead skin

The smell of burning corpses

Makes me feel intoxicated.

There’s nothing left here

Only filth and grime.

All the putrid life of the Tiber nourishes me.

Broken shadows from my past invade my dark dreams.

I fall inside the mouth of Hell

Crossing the river Styx with my sentinel.

None of this would’ve befallen me

If you hadn’t plucked my blinded eyes.

If you hadn’t polarized my mind.

If you hadn’t crucified my heart.

Now that I’m at the stake

The flames closing in to devour me.

I wonder if you consider your cruel act a mistake

Or did you murder me in your heart long before?

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Poetry: Manuel’s Letter

September 23, 2021September 22, 2021Leave a comment

Dear Manuel,

Here I must confess

All that I’ve ever desired to.

My emotional state is one turmoil mess.

I’m in a state of confusion,

That I don’t even know with whom I mesh.

I keep on falling behind

With no chances to run and hide.

My dreams of glory fog my mind

But to my disgrace,

I’m only a legend in my own mind.

I long for purity but I practice sex.

I crave for love but it’s lust that I get.

Not caring for myself.

But yet I’m said to have a narcissistic disorder.

Conventional beauty wrapped

Around an anti-conformist mind.

Confusion-confusion-confusion

I kiss so many but love no one.

The ones that are closest to me

Are the ones that hurt me the most.

The ones that are the farthest from me

Are the ones that I yearn for their attention.

Sorry, for my lament

I wouldn’t have confessed my sins

If I wouldn’t feel that you’re the other side of me.

You’re my secret identity.

My mask—

I am hiding behind your grandeur.

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Poetry: Paper Monsters

April 15, 2021April 11, 2021Leave a comment

A black Sicilian veil cloaks my ashen thoughts.

He tastes like half-eaten candies,

Licorice and cinnamon.

Cobblestone streets reflect minuscule paper monsters.

My heart is filled with a fiery lava, the kind that

Explodes from Etna in the sky at night.

I’ve been waiting for his return.

I’m afraid that soon the fire in my heart

Will fade and become an ice black.

Almond blossoms adorn my bed,

His last words echo in my brain and I writhe

Restlessly….

My body aches for his touch—

I just want to break a little….

I dream of becoming a tragic heroine

A Giovanni Verga character incarnate.

This is how you draw a broken heart:

Dip your fingers in blood and don’t

Hesitate to botch the final project.

His image hovers over me like

A storm cloud in April…

Ever present but translucent

As the flesh fades to cold coal.

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