The fan was throwing drafts of air my way that carried a pleasant-but-sudden blast of cold on them. Summer nights were like that, sitting alone, sitting up long past night-time. Too hot and too cold. Not cold enough to bundle up, yet without a quilt I felt exposed and icy. My blood is too hot- no, wait, it's too cold- for this, I would say. It's time to sleep-no, I won't sleep, but I will dream. Dreams of paradise, of heaven, of things with no name or shape, of fear and of hope; I saw them all. My thoughts were with the moon and the stars. They were icicles and raindrops of thoughts and expressions, star-dust falling backward to the heavens (
My Heart beats fast- but for what?
I love you, yet who else do I love?
Sweaty, nervous glancing, shaking under your gaze
Or is it my most-fancied delusion?
I deny you, and I defy myself
I don't believe in like--to like is painful
I believe in love, plain and simple
but I don't believe my heart
and I don't believe your words
and I don't put trust in actions
and I doubt my every passion
Unlucky girl, unlucky girl- and why?
the stars still call us to sleep
your fortune was read with blessed luck
and yet I cannot see you before me
your voice cannot sound from your throat
because you clogged it with honey and
threw away sincerity,
Hades is no fire pit, no, Warmth
Nurtures and heals, burns passions until
They melt your sorrows and cares
The ice- now the Icicles in that cave-
In those eyes, that hate, that place
That cold, frost, detested, deserted, you are
in the Arctic that mad scientist fled to
Trying, striving to escape the cold, grave,
Heavy burden, fruitless efforts, dead wishes
Ice burns as if it were dry
Ice burns like solitude
Ice is just frozen tears
Let not the planets stop revolving
Let not the sand dunes stop falling
Let us not forget those who were
And let us not trod heavily on their Earth
Let not the river stop running far
Let us move, never hindered by the Past
But always mindful of those who cleared a way
Let us hope, transform, and envision clearly
But let us leave no one behind in misery
Snow White I am
I wait for a kiss from my prince, in an eternal sleep until that-
The moment that my eyelids flutter; my mouth will whisper of things that you didn't want to hear:
That my snowy skin was alabaster from the time I spent afraid of the world, of you, of living
That my dark hair could have been-should have been-lighter, reflection -less, the color of sweet
Honey, rather than burnt charcoal
That my lips were red because I bit them when I was so close to tears that I couldn't speak
I took the apple willingly: I wanted to escape, to sleep forever, or at least until the world was less scary
In my dreams, I see witches and dem