Montréal is known for its heavy car traffic and major road repairing. Besides the weather, it is probably at the top of most Montréalers’ most frequent smalltalk list. I just caught the traffic report on some news channel, and I was surprised to see that the journalist was reporting from her car, in the middle of the traffic jam.…… Continue reading Just thinking…
You build a cage, a crochet razorblade barbwire tight web… Your spider legs waltzing on the intricate maze. Not listening to the sun rising… Setting… Rising again over the crimson horizon. You weld, stitching hermetic steel blankets around your weakened heart… Monochromic Fabergé egg holding sore unspoken words. You peek one last time, fake one…… Continue reading Volatile…
Tick tock… Time stops stretching, leaning against the dark wooden grandfather clock. All blinds shut and locked. Fever claws running down her spine, cold sweats washing the last remnants of life off her back. Crouching, patiently peeling off the masks, not too sure what her face even looks like anymore. It could be a sad…… Continue reading Tick tock…
I am the child Of Cold. Tight Knitting of the four Zephyrs. Winter Flows through My veins, I’m only Alive in the cold November rain. Crowned Ice Princess.. My kingdom For one caress of Your Icelandic breeze. My kingdom, if You please…
NaNoWriMo is knocking at the door already. I know a couple of fellow bloggers who will attend. And I wish you guys all the best on this long bumpy ride. I know it will be a lot of work, but I am confident. You can do it! I greatly doubt I’ll be joining in… I…… Continue reading Happy NaNoWriMo!
Nisse er du allerede der? Det er ikke Jul endnu … Der er kun en ting, jeg vil have og du kan ikke give det til mig. Vær venlig at give det til mig alligevel … Venligst giv det til mig.
Ivy shadows dancing in the wind, dying flapping of a ghostly pidgeon’s wings… A siren afar ripping through the silence of the night, a neighbour’s child giggle, Do they realize it’s almost midnight? Trying my best to warm my hands on the last candle’s flickering flame… But it is useless, my knuckles are already…… Continue reading Cold…
Drink, from my sanctuary cup. My cup of friendship, of understanding, of forgiveness. Drink, To the errors made. The mistakes you do, and the ones coming… Because you weren’t Aren’t, And won’t ever be perfect. But you’ll always be the best You can be. And that will always be fine by me.
Words… chains of letters. Thoughtfully inked along my dotted life line. Wishes most sincere, memories dear, gift wrapped in fragile clenched fingers. Pale reminder, of me. Of us. This day is yours, and yours only. Enjoy it, don’t let anybody spoil it for you… Cake icing smells and wrapping paper ruffles, I hope you’ll…… Continue reading Happy…
The sound of sighs, sweetest lullaby Mesmerizing cry straight from you to I… Just a breath of air, two hearts on tempo. Parallel rhythmic solos Merging in a dueto. You lead the dance, our feet are on fire both dying to board this streetcar named desire Be gentle please, I beg you so! Don’t break…… Continue reading The sound of sighs…
Cyranny's Cove 