My sorrows is a seductive … It feels pleasurable to give in to him … The rush of it when it invades me after being abandoned by every feeling is a drug that expands in my veins reaching for my heart in its clutch … I belong to my sorrows chained by the night no matter how many times I try to escape his love for my pale yellow face. I accept my fate to be yours and I vow to be faithful … I gave up resisting your domestic ways to claim me … you missed me haven’t you?
Diamonds rush with the speed of light
To create a silver chandelier of dreams.
Lovers dance under the glorious angel
For it heals the wounds from every angle.
The pure one hangs above our heads
Like the baby’s musical toys in his bed.
It’s a piece of paradise for us to please
Our eyes, freedom is beautiful tonight!
Photographers, let’s shoot the full moon!
Poets, let’s catch it with weaved silk webs.
My children, laugh when it follows you!
Werewolves, eat! it’s a feast of tasty ribs!
I was walking down the street and it was a quiet night. It was raining heavily and people were hiding inside their homes while I took a walk enjoying the hope in rain and that was when I met it.
I saw a body made of colourful lights … A creature came out of this beautiful odd … Spaceship? I don’t know … He looked at me with amusement like I was something weird. His eyes were black and the pupils were light balls. It was like faith stored in a heart of a believer! I offered him a cigarette, I shoved it between his virgin lips like a rapist.
We sat on grass enjoying smoke and I watched this new friend’s reaction to my new brand of cigarette. I thought of absurd commercials where I can show off to people that even Aliens enjoy my brand and I laughed at the thought of it.
I’m an alien myself … I have never felt accepted and I don’t have anyone to talk to. Maybe god has finally given me what I deserve … A creature that is unique enough to understand me. My prayers have been answered at last!
How can I break the silence? I don’t know how to communicate with him … Would he stay? Will I go? … Enough! So I grabbed him by his arm and took him home like an adopted pet. He said nothing but he was smiling … This was a good sign to me.
I treated him like a model, we made a fashion show of our own. I dressed him up in Balmain’s suits, in casuals, in strange shoes and we had endless attempts of finding suitable scarfs … We have to cover this silky thick hair that almost looks like a river in motion. This hat looks perfect! Oh, these eyes are beautiful but we need to hide them too from the monsters.
Now, I sat him next to the fireplace and I offered him a glass of wine and I played Mozart and he enjoyed himself to the extreme measure, I could tell for the fireballs in his eyes changed colours. I put my favourite red dress on and we went to a restaurant.
I felt like I’m introducing a child to the world by giving him life experiences as a box of memories. I introduced him to Lobster, sushi, chicken and french fries. He enjoyed sucking ketchup envelopes the most … Then I took him to my club and we danced all night long.
Later, I took my friend to buy him a watch as a gift. Every time I take out my money to pay after hearing the price he takes out strange rocks and tries to press it in my hand but I refuse to take them. He’s on my planet and it is my job to do the hospitality.
I hugged him and then took him back to where I found him and my tears found their way out, he smelled them and touched my face then he took out a transparent container and captured a drop. To me, he looked like a magical creature from a fairy tale and he had my heart in his hand.
I held his shoulders and invaded his energy bubble and kissed him passionately. I walked away and I turned my head to see him touching his lips in confusion and I waved. We didn’t say anything the whole time but we communicated.
Hello blue eyes … I haven’t seen you in a while. Last time I lacked the faith and courage, but I’m a whole new girl now. I grew up but I see that you haven’t changed, you have the same pure soothing depth that you had before.
I trust you with all of my secrets and burdens even though your only response is a comforting whisper, your calming smell and your trials of carrying them far away to the sunset. I feel you flow in life, I feel you break and merge and I hear you call my name every night.
I love the way your smooth fingers play on my face like the playful breeze and I love the buried stories in your treasure chest that you tell me. Take me in when I fall into your mysterious arms, embrace me with your weakness and your strength. Heal my wounds and wash my soul from my stains as I breathe you all in.
I have the need to dip into the darkness and disappear like the mermaid’s story in reverse. I want to float, to dream, to be free, to be saved, to live and to sleep. I’m just a step away … One more step to go beyond, to you, for my rebirth to begin.
Words are sculptured from stones and emotions are expressed from roses, yet the meaning is lost in the falling rivers of hell. How can I tell the long night about my nothings? Shall I sing and be heard through the broken lock? What a rusty voice … I have been silenced for a long time by the scratches in the walls.
The crying child inside my eyes, whose wrists are suffocating from chains, can be heard and so is the old broken lady who is melting in the boiling blood in vain. My hollow soul splashes in grey and as it rains sorrows I choose to feel nothing. How can I write about nightmares that begin with a creak?
How can I tell stories about the evil eye watching me through that keyhole like a circus freak? Dark smoke flows in the pupils of my eyes staring back at me in that mirror which draws me into my fading self. Pain peaks, pain smoothly slips on his toes through the cracks like a diamond thief. My demons are playing music in the ruins and it’s keeping me tamed as heat escapes along with those frozen emotions whom I blame.
I hear crashes waking up the sleep and I see flying ashes making screaming faces at me. The numbers are escaping the clock running away towards infinity and the shadows whom I used to hunt are haunting me. The sky made firestorms of insanity which are ripping my house up and breaking it down. I stood alone and wept until the Phoenix emerged and gave perfervid love to my beginning.
The sun woke him up kissing his soft lips as she embraced him with warmth to say I love you, his colourful sheets tied his young body forbidding him to leave, the pigeons made love to him through his window with their beaks, untying himself he walked up to the pigeons and they flew lightly, the sea stared at the depth of his eyes with admiration.
He decided to greet the morning with a smile that made the crumbled bread on the Rambla street goes toast. He lived a day with the roses trying to catch his scent, with the country laying paths of glory for him to walk on, with the dancing birds around his head and the sky above him changed her colours when the sun buried herself in red.
The moon then came jealous playing the Moonlight Sonata on his flawless skin to keep him up until his seductive dreams pulled him in saying – “My turn” in thirst for life.
Everything I ever wanted took a form of a man. A man who struts before me like a breathtaking peacock. His eyes look at me with pity stripping my soul off as if they say: “You can look but you can’t have.”
Those Trees took off their orange gowns to put on silky green. Those roses; the sleeping beauties, have worn their sensational perfume and blushed their velvety cheeks. The moon danced the pavane on my river living a love fantasy.
The river broke waves to greet him in a beautiful rhythm creating music along with the rose-breasted grosbeaks which refused to sleep. When he arrived, stars threw their selves beneath his feet for they are unworthy to compete with his eternal glow.
His light defeated the darkness of the night and his vivacious laugh poured on nature to comfort her mourning soul. He blew kisses in the air and they flew like butterflies in a dream and the inspiration roses have tried to collect them like pieces of fine poetry.
All that nature needed from those deep honey wells of heaven is a glad gaze, a gaze that would make her feel loved enough to grow beautifully till she dries of longing for a second date.