Poet Introduction I am experimenting styles and interests in order to emerge my freedom through writing. Normally I get inspired in the toilet, or when there is no way to save my thought. So, my best thoughts will never be written down, lol.
I would like to know the sound of my tear while it slips upon my cheek and if it’s the same harmless sound like the one of a raindrop falling down a tree leaf and then it slips upon the next leaf and then to the one below until it fells onto the ground and gets dry silently from time like got my eyes and now… and now not even sadness can make them wet enough.
Are the notes that dress my raindrop thin and audible or maybe heavy and obscure like a half sun in the sea?
Wanted to sing without a body but the mirror between myself and I was reflecting a useless need to rest my head on a glamorous heaven free of sound and movement full of tears and innocence planting my soul uprooting my destination.
***Writer´s note: Inspired from the painting of Zdzisław Beksiński. Written for Katja´s comp.
Wear a poem before you come in contact with the paper. This way, you avoid the occasion of getting pregnant and the transmission of wrongly transmitted meanings.
Make sure that the exclamations are in the external part of the poem. If they are in the internal, then the poem is inside out. Squeeze the emotional ending of the poem so that there will be trapped vocabulary in your thoughts. As you keep on squeezing the closed side of the poem use your stylus in order to unroll it softly in full development until its base.
My sensitive crumb scared to mess with you scared to make you wet cause your innocent soul is soft and I was born to quench the thirst.
To kiss you means to melt you to touch you means to smash you to love you means to leave you.
Me, the water, feeling like a drop, seeing you turns me iced and that’s the only way to be inside you for a moment without hearting you being cuspidate and strong just with a glance of yours and when your warmth will start melting me and the roles will change again ...