SIMOOM

How comfortably I nestle
in lustful prison of my wants
under the pretext of exhaustion!
I distorted my creative vivid self
into a slow moving crawling animal
sick prey to soul-eating hungry passions .
Where is the happy human I was, before?
Oh, I wonder, I lost control? I shudder.
Beautifully I mused undoubtedly in
my familiar cradle of logic! 
Simoom,my chaotic thymic both
excites and corrupts me ...

PAINTING: Simmom by Serge Sudeikin, 1915

RELATIVITY

Relativity by Paul J. Iutzi

I'm sitting right here thinking
I was reading your old poems
when you were in love with me
in your first
I was an innocent fairy
in your last 
I was a plague upon you
the first evil after which 
myriads of evils followed
I  became an unbearable sin
Dirt in your clear water
Do not flatter yourself
As a betrayed often say
You are not different than others
You quenched your thirst
you threw away the remaining
that was my  heart in love
My hopes for long living love
were one more time belied
Emotions are usually related with wear
Fine examples of relativity...
depending on the point of view and on time
They appear as events 
we can only remember

SMILE!

You are not so strong
You are not so young
You are not so healthy
I don't think you're even wealthy
but you are the one
'cause I see in your dream
I 'm a muse serene
who inspires creation
out of life's recession
and you need my hand 
to caress your cheek
and you need my smile
to gouge hope from the deep
and you need my body
as a boat so steady
to be safe to sail  
for your own eternity

I THINK I'LL BE SAVED WHEN I FALL DOWN

Sometimes I feel so small and irrational

http://uchopo.deviantart.com/art/save-me-from-myself-92631803

I do not know how to produce

I never learned

I just know how to create

I know how to walk against the wind

This makes me so poor and 

in the same time so rich!

People respect me

People praise my acts

People admire my writings

People love me

I'm alone though

I fight alone

My lovers scared and went away

thinking I'm mighty and

I can stand it

My relatives consider me as a saviour

thinking I'm mighty

I can walk alone and always give

My children are always waiting me for help

My friends...I love them, who could I hurt?

Who's going to help me?

There was someone

He seemed to understand

but in the end he didn't again

He hurt me most of all

I feel as a rose whithered

before to blossom

I feel as a thing used to be used

I cry in the night my needs never satisfied

What a pity, lately I don't even believe in Paradise

And you, you are too away and different

to pay  my price. You can not.

You will just be 

someone more in my croud of takers.

CURSE

Painting by Odilon Redon "crying spider"

INCOMPATIBILITY

Do you know
my soul
I can fool you?
I write a theatrical play
each day
with everything
and with everyone
in my life
I play with it...
Even with myself.
I laugh at you
deranged one!
I use my pen
to soothe my pain
I write lies all over
I must survive...
Truth is cruel
truth makes me die
truth reminds me
of the end,
of death.
I want to love you
but I can not
My heart ackes
My heart is hurt
My love is a hurt
I better hide it
I better get lost
I better engrave my
stroger feelings
They are not
compatible with you
Our bodies bewitched
will turn around
using lubricated friction
by all those liquids
betraying our sour want
The moments will be
inspiring
empowering
and exciting
Orgasms may be real
although our hearts
will enjoy their loneliness
which protects them...
I am for you
you are for me
we're not for each other
though...

Soulmates BY SNOW (CLICK HERE)“Everyone goes around trying to find their soulmate, but no matter how hard they look they can never find it. So instead, they force two bodies together.”

Painting by Edward Burne-Jones entitled The Sleeping Beauty. It was painted in 1890, as part of The Briar Rose series.

THE LAMENT

Herbert James Draper Lament for Icarus Painting

I do not like at all,whatever I write,
since I stopped writing
about you anymore ...
It is so sad!
I've rejected you,
while you define 
my moods.
You changed the course of my life
in order to invade
but even your departure became
a catalyst 
accelerating changes
violenty and rapidly.
I do not know if I even survive
experiencing these 
I feel you in my soul
as a carnivorous,
fatal disease,
something like leprosy
Still schizophrenically 
you had created in me
the oasis of Paradise
which convulsed me.
Always the frustration will
torture me ...
You did not want to experience
the happiness
till the end near me.
You saw as a failure
the hope emerging out of
my  tender dream.
You insulted the sacred
of our temple.
Pain! I will never realize
Love to exist side by side with 
Death.

KNIFE

Reflection in teary eye. Stunning drawing by Isaiah Stevens.Source: dope-richi.tumblr.com via Mónica on Pinterest

I avoid thinking of you.
It hurts a lot.
I find ways to refrain myself ...
I tried drugs for
depression. I took them all.
To  can bear it.
I cried ... For years. Hidden.
Muted lament.
I don't want you. Do you know what this means?
No more carnal.
This passed away . Long ago. Ended.
I met someone else.
It was difficult. But the basic instinct
bypasses the
feelings , it flattens them.
In dreams you 're present, maybe.
In life I moved on. I've been covered.
It is only your eyes
which I can not stand to do not  see.
This stabs me in the back.
I miss the touch of  your soul.
I could not believe
you would go away from me for good.
I loved you
honestly and I overestimated you.

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GOLD IS WHERE YOU FIND IT

THE COLOR OF MEMORY by-amber-sena

Maybe he is not you
but he is the one
the first one after you
who makes me forget
I was too long in sorrow
I was too long in mourn
I was demolished by you
He is helping me to stand
He wants to give me the end
I 'm deprived of you
He wants to draw for me the stars
you erased from my night's skies
he never touch my scars
your implacable love's plies
You were my bright star
so soon withdrawn in shades
he is the tremendous Sun
who tames my soul's tidal waves
Tonight I'll dream again
without the usual nightmares
Maybe he is not you but
he's decided with me to stay

EVEN IF YOU WERE THE WIND...

Tornado by Dona Asheson-Juillet

You said goodbye.
You did not understand
that I had came
to stay ...
Even if
I let you
leave,
even if
you are a wind
even if
I wish you
a nice trip
my tree
is already uprooted
and now
the only thing,
that remains for me,
is to be sold
as a good  wood.
I could not bear
to continue
to be
the same who
you met.
What did you thought
I came back
to ask for?
I just wanted to forget
what you deprived me of.
The present, which
I chose to live
and you gave away
to the dogs.
Anybody
has the share of you
which I deserve
and your tenderness
I won.
Except me.
Anybody
can be called
your friend
except me.
You will not convince me
ever
that this is fair.
I do not forgive you!
Nor I forgive
myself.
In fact
I hate myself.
I ignore God.
And the hell
is in me.
Whatever happened,
should not
be done, since
we could not endure it
till the end.
I will be sold now
I will see
to be at a good price
in order to give away
what ever remained
from me
to those innocent ones
I leave behind me.