Crazy…
Number of times, men drove me to the edge of crazy. This time, will you come with me?
Category: poetry
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Condamnée au trou. Un rayon de chaleureuse lumière, et… Pas de promesse de rédemption, Mais le souvenir maintenant vivide que le soleil brille toujours de l’autre côté du monde.
Letter to a little girl…
Little you’re not anymore, I know but, I know people who would disagree. Tonight your joie de vivre is pretty low And you don’t wish another sunrise to see. There will be loads and loads of tears at home, tears of rage and tears of sorrow. Try to remember the love…… Continue reading Letter to a little girl…
Haute écriture…
Your words, they fit me like a glove Intricate fabric of emotions, of chills of butterflies, inked on my skin One by one stitched to my stomach. You cut your stories, High fashion tails tailored to be wrapped around my hips… You write black classy lace, and You can dress me up…… Continue reading Haute écriture…
Tell me anything, Except…
Holding her fingers to my lips, close enough to hear the truth, but wanting only the lies of the night, Tell me anything, she said Tell me of your desire, and your need for closeness the pain of separation and the turmoil of the passions that burn within, Tell me that…… Continue reading Tell me anything, Except…
Wrap your thoughts…
Wrap your thoughts around me, This life is so cruel without your love to warm my soul, Send me your dearest intentions, and seal the envelope with a kiss, that I might warm my thoughts with your caress, Take your most precious scarf, the one imprinted with your desire, woven into the…… Continue reading Wrap your thoughts…
Winter whispers…
Wondering, lingering, hanging by a thread, a murmur in cursive letters youth spread over the scars of years past not even hoping to heal else than the day’s worries. Pain is temporary, she said softly lay with me, in silence and let life’s rumblings pass by aime moi, in the simplest of things…… Continue reading Winter whispers…
Blurry Copenhagen…
First rays of sun, the blinds stayed open all night hoping for light to get in. The morning sets, slowly but surely, Washing away the night’s sorrow of leaving… Soon, so very soon. It is Copenhagen silent just now, as I long to hear that call in the dawn… Stay,…… Continue reading Blurry Copenhagen…
Waking up in Odense…
Waking up… Sure that my name has been called out. Impossible, We’re alone in our lair. Away from all Away from everybody, who knows My name. Yet, I heard it clear… Must have been the winds, Must have been the twirling of the snow, The ghostly presence full of sorrow Of good ol’…… Continue reading Waking up in Odense…
Micro poésie du Samedi…
(Just like Micro poésie du vendredi… only a little later and shorter) Je ne suis pas si Exigeante… Je ne veux que décoller l’étiquette de mes fantasmes Pour les coller, Un à un Dans l’album de mes souvenirs…
Cyranny's Cove 