Ma'aet's Whispers

Aching insane feelings,
Impaired hungry moves,
Wrinkling the glamour of my eyes.
Plant another soil but mine,
Where your seeds can blossom,
Into your dark colors.
I’m strangling the black &white dreams,
Haunting glorious stars,
To wash your essence off me.
That voice holding me tight,
Getting me a ride to another sky,
I shall cherish and obey.
Your remnants in me die,
When I feel beyond the obvious.
And within another turn around the sun,
I’ll be caressing charmed bushes in my land.
And where light is no longer a sin,
My senses will be filled,
With a divine violet flavor.
My heart will be embraced,
By lavender blessings.

A Rod of Incense.

Every night,
Imaginary arms,
Wraps my waist,
Whispering words…

Words delivering,
Different warmth.


Every lonely night,
A hand,
Pats on my shoulder,
Mumbling a song.

A song screaming,
Not to tilt my head.


Every cold night,
A delicate finger,
Wipes my tears,
Closes my eyes.

Those eyes,
Holding a kissable look.


Every shivering night,
A velvet lip,
Reaches my forehead,
With a violet elixir.

An Elixir,To reach beyond the dawn

Losing virginty

A Long journey holding a hazy destination.
Nothing,
But the sound of blue rain drops,
Crash that nostalgic silence.
Grey Hills of deaf pain,
Squeezing that green soul,
Drinking her white fantasies.
Meaningless beats of a forgotten passion
Dancing with the lone attitude._
Desperate words clenching in my eyes,
And a Strom of seeking tears,
Crucifies a survival song
On a glass slab.
Obscure trials to reach my old shawl.
Dry unscented skin,
Yearns to embrace lime breaths,
Longs for a salty breeze.
I am holding a rose in the heart.
Waiting for the dew to find me,
Where the music of the sun,
Is No longer played with despair.