November 2011
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August 2011
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Not A Dream
We lay on the dewy grass next to one another, watching the pink clouds roll by. My eyelids were leaden with sleep. I looked over at him to see whether he had fallen asleep as he hadn’t said anything in quite a while. He was still awake. His eyes were steadily fixed at the sky. He seemed to be lost in thought. Maybe he was only caught in a dream. I felt I was entangled in a dream that seemed to be...
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If You Haven't Noticed Yet...
Hey you. Yes, you. If you haven’t noticed yet, I am on a hiatus. I hope you don’t mind. A huge part of me is in desperate need of a time off of… err… something. Or maybe it isn’t but does that really matter? Let’s be fair. I don’t need an excuse. My heart lacks ideas, my mind ran out off emotions. I have other, greater things in mind. However, I’ll...
April 2011
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“If human foolishness had been as carefully nurtured and cultivated as...”
– Yevgeny Zamyatin (We)
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The Morning Blues
‘Bang-bang…’ they shyly begin, ‘Bang, bang, BANG!’ They gradually get louder As the sky gets brighter. And around 9 AM They gleefully pound And hammer And they shout And they clapperclaw and They club and drub And drag you by the feet Out of your warm bed Into their infernal pastiche:
‘Good banging morning! We’ll spend this morning banging!’ Your eyes are not yet open,...
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“People leave strange, little memories of themselves behind when they die.”
– Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)
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Disarray
It is this constantly recurring anxiety that often mutes the pen I hold. Its silence makes me suffer and the pain this causes often strips me of my soothing sleep. Vicious circle. All the words seem to drown in a vast ocean of black ink. The velvety blackness engulfs page after page with meaningless nothingness, despite my mind overspilling with ideas, my heart bursting with inappropriate...
March 2011
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The Friend
Dawn was about to break when they finally arrived. The pearl white moon was still hanging in the dark blue sky. The air was misty, tiny snowflakes were falling onto the ground. Her body was sore from having carried him all the long way to her place. She felt her legs were about to give out under her. She could feel her skin contract. It felt as if the cold was penetrating her bones. She cast a...
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Strawberry Kiss
I would like to eat strawberries with you. I want to nibble on those little, red diamonds and fall in love with you – then and there. I want to let their sweet flavour contaminate me with luscious desire. I would love to devour the juicy flesh while holding your gaze, making me linger after a strawberry kiss. I will need a moment like this to remember you by in case you’re sweeter than poison.
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Last Summer
For hours
we’d waded
side by side
through a yellowish sea
of rough grass
without exchanging a
word. Words were unnecessary then, all we needed were a few soft moments of peace
It was the end of August.
The sun had disappeared behind the forest, leaving behind the last rosy traces of yet another hot late summer’s day
Like an abandoned flock of lost sheep the first tiny stars hung...
February 2011
2 posts
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Lethe
I wake up next to you on a dilapidated bus heading to an unknown destination. I feel like I’ve been sleeping for at least a century. I don’t know how I got here, nor do I know why. I look around myself, puzzled, and realise that there’s not a soul on this old vehicle except you and me. The bus doesn’t have a driver. It’s incredibly hot. The air is stifling. It must be summer which confuses me as...
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Insomnia
I used to fall into a strange dream in which I woke up next to a dead man because I did not love him enough I had that same dream until I left all the lovers I didn’t love enough to rot like forgotten flowers I used to tumble into a nightmare in which I embraced a man who stabbed me to death because I loved him too much I had that same nightmare until the man I loved too much abandoned me...
January 2011
8 posts
beautifultemptations asked: your flair for words are amazing, and your writing is so beautiful. touching. keep writing, i will definitely be reading :)
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Solitude
The white of your eyes is aflame. It’s as crimson as the blood which floods through your veins and makes your heart palpitate against my hand.
Your shiny sweat is pearling down your temples, joining the tears streaming down your cheeks.
I lock you in my arms and press you tightly against me so that you feel the earthquake in my burning chest.
Your pupils are black, constricted. Yet...
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(Resistance to) Erasure
(Edited version)
I close my eyes and run my fingers over my withered lips. I always think I feel his gentle kiss But it only is a soft breeze deluding my senses. The memories are fading little by little every day. It hurts me when I feel I will not forget his spirit as he left his fingerprints on this landscape of soft, white cement which is my heart. It is strange But I know that one day I will...
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Where’s the love song To set us free? Too...
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The Morning After
He awakens with a metallic taste in his mouth. He blinks a few times, then rubs the deep sleep out of his swollen eyes. The naked, white ceiling stares at him. It must be very early, still. He can feel the raw violence of the morning in his intoxicated veins. He turns his throbbing head and glances through the filthy window. He can clearly see the red roofs of the sleepy city. A red-brick chimney...
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Crossing the Chasm
The Golden Prince is penetrating the gloomy darkness with watchful prudence. His blustering waves of warmth are slowly flooding the country with bright light until the very last of little stars will be frightened away by his majestic smile. It seems the whole wide world is abloom as soon as he peaks into drowsy rooms, fatherly kissing closed children’s eyes and tingling their tiny feet ever...
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This is to You, My Beloved Stranger
I think - I do believe - I am madly in love with you, dear stranger.
It is absurd, isn’t it? How peculiar, How utterly curious, How very strange it is to feel like this…
Like you are deeply, truthfully in love with a stranger.
With a lovely stranger, A spiritual stranger, indeed.
I try to retrace the mellow shape of your face with my mind’s eye -
Yet I realise This picture of...
December 2010
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A Little Message for You
This is just to say Thank you! to the few beautiful spirits out there who read my stuff and enjoy doing so. It honestly means a lot to me and keeps me going. Many say one should write for one’s own sake but what would writers be without their readers?
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Just thought you'd like it! :D
Just thought you'd like it! :D
greenblood asked: you like my things. i like you.
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The Old Beach
Together, we run to the old beach. The great wind blows through my hair; It whistles a sad tune into my ear. In the gloom of the setting sun we dance and I smile and laugh with you at nothing at all. Then I look into your eyes, And recognise the blissful world of happiness I could belong to one day. Still, I will let the wind carry you away once again into the dark of the night. My little...
November 2010
6 posts
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In my last post (Paris) I was referring to this...
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Paris
Indeed, it is your face I see here on the stifling metro. At first, I thought I had seen your ghost again, which haunts me every so often. So I closed my eyes and I calmly counted to five. When I slowly opened them, however, you were still standing there. You didn’t change into someone who resembled you. You didn’t vanish into air. Oh boy, I am truly looking at you. I’ve been looking for you...
piascoworld asked: your writing is beautiful.
it makes me feel so much,
and it's strange.
They are each like a ball of emotions
and they remind me of
how powerful words can be.
I hope you never give up writing.
it makes me feel so much,
and it's strange.
They are each like a ball of emotions
and they remind me of
how powerful words can be.
I hope you never give up writing.
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Flower Rash
A couple of tiny men crawled into my heart one day And planted a something inside of it. Their seeds grew into strange blue red flowers Which spread like rash all over my body, Filled me with joy, stuffed me with pain. I nourished the flowers with my salty tears, Warmed them with my soft smiles Loved them rather richly And always kept them close to me.
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To me Bon Iver is one of the most inspiring...
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Solstice
Glistening autumn rain drizzled onto his dark hair, As he fixed me with his doleful cobalt blue eyes. Above our tired heads cried the blackbirds in midair, As they flew into the arms of infinite blue skies. The flowers had long perished and the trees were all bare, And his laughter had grown into a sequence of sighs. The road ahead was long, paved with violently loud lies; He was lost, so were I -...
October 2010
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"Father Forgets" by W. Livingston Larned
(To friends, followers and readers: This is one of my favourite texts ever. It is very inspiring and utterly moving. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do…)
Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blonde curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in...
September 2010
2 posts
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Silent Profession of Love
How lovely and peaceful she looks when she sleeps. She resembles an angel with her body curled up like that, her dark hair spread over the white cushion. She is adorable, indeed. Just look at her… How lost she is in that beautiful world of irreality. She’s so utterly lost in her own dreamy world. A world I no longer belong to. It is all hers now. It is her refuge, her shelter. It’s a divine...
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What inspires YOU? Please tell me.
August 2010
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July 2010
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Rite of Passage
Breathe in and breathe out. Your angelic voice soothes my agitated soul. I’m lying on these white, pure blankets, catching one last glimpse of these four walls. One last quick glance at the bedroom I know so well. This place, this familiar room, where lovers came and went all the time. This stifling room I used to hate. This homely room I learned to love. Tonight is the night I will leave...
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Untitled I
The scintillating stars had vanished into oblivion. The last golden sandcorn had fallen into the bottom bulb of the decrepit hourglass and I knew that inverting it was pointless. The threatening darkness towered above our jaded heads like a hungry ogre. It was too late. I could not take back the words I had said. And the things you had done to me could never be undone. Indeed, it was too...
June 2010
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Naked Wall
my soul slowly drifted into moonlit unconsciousness, and i found myself swimming in Oblivion’s endless sea, when you softly whispered into my ear that you had to leave me.
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The One
I went straight on, trying not to erupt in sheer anger and scream blue murder. It was disgusting, infuriating but, most of all, heart-splitting. I heard his heavy, irregular footsteps behind me. Probably helplessly staggering from one side to the other. Bloody fool! He could hardly keep up with me. I couldn’t have cared less. This time I would not help him. This time around it was definite....
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yourebeautifuliloveyou asked: Hi there! Thanks for the follow. I can't wait to read some more of your writing. :]
<3 Alex
<3 Alex
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Noah
‘If you feel lost in this world of mystery and darkness, know that I’ll be here to guide you into the light of my heart.’
I believe that’s what he said when I headed up the stairs to get dressed. His voice sounded strange.
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Time
Time flows so slowly… It flows like an inconspicuous streamlet Through forsaken forests; It gently paints curvy lines Onto ethereal faces. And someday, my love… Some day it will simply draw your innocent heart Into the abyss of its seasoned soul.
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The Truism
All say, “How hard it is that we have to die” – a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. — Mark Twain
“Death,” he began, “is a part of one’s life. It’s the climax of one’s personal story. The climax of a short story which has been developing for years. It may be true that your future lies in your proper hands. However, you...