“Murder!” she cried.

Oil paintings hung on ropes, Like a suicidal mistress. Painted nails scratching, The glossed walls. Her golden crown, Dressed in crimson. The scent of war, In a royal room.

The Only Way is Down

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” Edvard Munch   If you lie awake, drenched in the tears of your past, present and future, you’ll find yourself being pulled towards the downward spiral, that is life. Most people don’t see it. Each of them have a…

Wishful Thinking

“Hope is a waking dream.”  Aristotle Hope is the enchantment of a blooming bud, stretching its petals beyond its capacity and awakening to the world as a flower. It is the tears of lost love, perhaps even lost lust and every drop of sweat of hard labour. Hope desires for everlasting intimacy, concrete stability and superficial…

Sweater Weather

“I fell in love at the beach. The sun kissed my face, the water rushed past my skin and the warm breeze blew my mind. The sand pulled me in and I have never been the same.”  Moso He pulled his sweater over his bare chest, the small shreds of wool mussing his neatly moussed…

Star Crossed Souls

Glowing constellations and powdered snow, Fingers intwined under the cashmere blanket. I promise, I swear, whispered over and over, The broken record, near the crumbling bodies.

Bliss

“That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.”  Christopher Marlowe Built on hope and heaven’s wondrous clouds, a thing of prettiness, a thing of magic. Bliss! It prevails in the heart of paradise, buried in the abyss of spiritual pleasures. The inhalation of absolute delight, whilst existing in a state of…