"I see thunder,
The imperfect movement and a sudden thrill
I remember you as a flash of cracking bones
A pale hand and your skin
Perhaps a warm kiss and a salt tear
It was a cold day
Within a second you
disappeared in lightning"
by shesinacoma
(Source: shesinacoma)
"you
(are forever)
loved
(by)
me
until
(nothing of)
you
(a glimpse, a sound is)
left"
by
shesinacoma
"try the soft touch of
(the nerve
you have to
gain) a cloud in
your hands
then later that day, desire
(a kiss
on your face
with) a cloud in
your hands"
by
shesinacoma
I’ll be seeing you, love
in cafes, parks, shops
then, suddenly
in the morning light
on a sunny day
until then, I wish you well
"Has he been in my place before, I wondered when I found myself walking here. Has he ever smelled the rotten blossom in my weary garden on a blooming day? Has he ever felt the cold water in summertime, freezing on his face? Has he ever heard the bird’s song or was he simply deaf for their cry? Has he ever been on the run finding comfort in a pleasant place but then again finding himself at a death end? I wondered so deeply for a moment that I lost my sense and mind, both never to be found again."
Untitled by
shesinacoma
"please come back
all of you
for your colourful smooth fur
and the smell of fresh air
with your vibrating tongue
as in dreams
I’ll never speak of to anyone
well just please come back
all
of
you"
by
shesinacoma
"There’s a fury in my head. I wish for it to stay. I wish for it to break things down, beat things up. For it to tear away the ground under my feet and turn it into a storm in an endless sea, a fire in the center of the world. To drown in its tears, to vanish in its heat. Well for things to be passionate, is all I hope for. To turn tables with an enemy and make love with him before he goes, or murder him before he can."
My Mad Farewell by
shesinacoma
"If I could I’d kiss you. Now. At this cold hour when bodies turn around one last time, saying the night goodbye. Someone told me it started snowing. I wanted to look outside but I knew she was rambling about some far away place I’d never be. The foggy mind from outside tried to imagine her place, but you must understand a mind can only think of one thing. You see, the hour, the day, the year and the cold always leave me thinking about you."
Such early writing by
shesinacoma
"A soft thought floats
into this body I have with the
mind I used to carry on strange
paths in parks with benches
that seated a tiny weight with
a mind that went on his knees for
me to kiss my hands
in his words
in the most intriguing vibration a voice
could possibly put on a tongue
like that in a mouth with flowers
yet to bloom in me
but never will for our sake"
by
shesinacoma(the endless sentence of a dear memory)
"I must tell you that
my soft hair lingers on your hands
when you reach for another’s
in the smoky room
that blinds me in it’s blue.
And I must tell you that
the stabilized heels of my feet
are touching the same floor as yours
in a room full of people
I always think of you.
And please remind me I must tell you that
my fingers touch in distance
when you are so near
resting on my pink skin
I promise never to disappear."
by
shesinacoma
"Some hundred years ago you took
a breath
and than another
- away
with the shadow from your cheekbone
(you touched mine, infinite).
And the muscles were tightened,
not in you it was just me
or was it we (I know I wasn’t myself).
It took me six hours of nudity
to finally be able to breath
and with a gasp I am here now
I am holding hands"
by
shesinacoma
