Poetry/Fiction

Here are some of my poems and stories

Volcano


Uncontrollable forces –

Fire and smoke,

Water and wind;

Coming together

They decimate everything

On the way.

Beautiful destruction,

Enchanting horror,

Constricting sound.

Any step closer

Is a bad idea,

And yet you

Have started moving.

You are the smoke,

Blending with the steam,

Finding your way

Where you should not be.

I pull the thin, pretty threads

That wrap around your neck

And twist gently enough

To put your consciousness to sleep

And distract from the inevitable.

I am a volcano

That is about to erupt

And drag you under.

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Little death


Silence in a room

With dimmed lights,

Every blink

Can be heard.

Every button torn

Of the shirt

Throws echoes

Against the empty walls.

Hot lips

Heat up the skin,

Waking up the feeling

Just a little

Below the stomach.

Inhale.

Shaking limbs

Are hard to control;

Holding on to the

Alternate reality

Of the pulsing energy

Is paradoxically draining

And invigorating.

Longing for every extra second

Of what is to come.

Tearing through the last

Layers of obstacles;

Exhale.

Two merge into one,

Accelerating the unity.

No breathing.

Convulsions

Are creating an earthquake

Inside the room;

Drowning in the waves

And embracing this death,

This little death.

Inside


Slender arms

Are trying to grasp

My shoulders;

Sweet gasps

Steaming from

Your rose petal lips

Make me want to forget

Why I did not want this

In the first place.

So fragile,

So delicate and thin;

One more move

And your brittle body

Will start cracking

In my arms,

And yet,

I can feel your tight grip

On everything I am.

I complete you

With every second

And every breath.

Intoxicating scent

That haunts me

Makes me want to disappear

And become a part of you.

I know,

There is nothing

That will ever stand

Between me

And the sweet rose,

And even if you let go of me,

I will always find my way

Into you.

Qbic


Blurry.

Funky music. French accent.

Friendly smile.

A small universe in every glass.

Pale all evening.

Crafted mood.

Lonely soul.

Hexagon on the floor.

Time is too slow.

Wishes of time travel

Are as untrue as a cake.

Slow steps back.

Cold room.

Creaking floor.

Empty bed.

Illusion of warmth.

2959.

So much until I smile again.

So little.

So much.

29082018.

A little longer


Eyes are open.

No more time;

It does not matter right now.

One moment.

Arms meet around

My shoulders;

Morning sunshine

Is still too weak.

Piano ritual.

It’s calling to go;

Limbs are too heavy.

The seconds before movement

Should last

Just a little longer;

A little more of you,

A little more of us.

After all,

It is what helps

To survive horrors

Of every day.

Hologram


A pile of damaged memories

Gets bigger every time

I think about it;

Cannot forget,

Cannot make it disappear.

All that is left

Is to set fire to myself

And watch it all burn with me.

Crimson embers,

So warm and useless;

Mixing with the images

And dead pixels –

Misunderstood?

Worn out?

Displaced?

I am the odd one out,

Faced with the aftermath

Of the repressed.

A cheap hologram

Of the last truths.

Do not intervene,

Let the embers turn to dust

And spread to others’ minds,

As this is the only freedom

That I will ever get.