My Cursed Kingdom
This is my kingdom, i am the slave.

Archive for the ‘beauty’ Category

The rope

September 28, 2012

The past was fiction. Future is imaginary. It is the present that is alive. And that is with you. And that is where I live. I want to live in the present all my past and future. You ask me if my stomach churns or my heart skips when I look at you? Even more […]

Hurtful sounds of melodic trumpets

August 17, 2012

A cigarette in your hand. I know it’s been long since you smoked one. Snugged between two fingers like you just took a drag, and then got distracted by something. Or someone. A dry leaf in the other hand; autumn it seems. Although it doesn’t seem like its cold otherwise, I don’t see a jacket. […]

Dream of dreams

May 5, 2012

I dream of lost days I dream of mending my ways I dream of you standing on a mountain I dream of dreaming of souls full of wishes   You dream of an open cage You dream of anger and rage You dream of soaring high beyond reach You dream of dreaming for that one […]

All is violent, All is bright

March 2, 2012

I paint your name on my wall. I watch the paint drip down till the ground. It messes up my wallpaper. I just stand and stare at it. The tiny drops rolling down the wall, racing against each other to reach the floor. I stand there and stare like a fool. I tear the wallpaper […]

Dream hate hand love

February 16, 2012

I dreamt of you. I hate you. You held my hand. I love you.

Hands of Silk

February 7, 2012

I sat at my desk and wrote. Under my lamp that shone dusty light on my single piece of paper. All I could see was the paper, the pencil racing furiously from one end to the other and a hundred shadows dancing around in the room. I was alone. No one was there to bother […]

il rumore del fiore di carta

September 19, 2011

From the chatter of the kids I hear the bugle playing. A xylophone assists the sadness. It’s almost like they’re soul mates. The nylon strings of a guitar join in. The bugle seems to feel the change. It makes me feel the change. They are all in sync. In rhythm. It’s an equilibrium. The bugle […]

In you I find my Autumn

September 5, 2011

Winters remind me of the time I used to sit on the bench in the park. The cold wind was bothersome enough to make anyone uneasy, but I remember covering myself nicely and comfortably in my leather jacket; a scarf around my neck and a beanie over my head. My feet would still feel cold. […]

Painting on the wall

July 29, 2011

It’s raining outside. I can hear it hitting hard on the pavement. Splatters that echo in the empty street. I can smell the damp in the air. The wind is hitting against my face again and again; it’s making my skin crawl. The room seems very quiet; almost empty. I am looking at a painting […]

I think

June 5, 2011

I think about bright blue skies that spread beyond sight, I think about long drives with groovy music playing in the background, I think about thoughts, I think about being complete, being content, I think about laughter, enjoying life to the fullest, I think about vacations and feel good days, I think about things I’ve […]