(Her) stare burns through flesh.
A toasty kiss? Scolding coffee perhaps?
Marbled eyes, representing good/bad,
the fireside lit up in the evening night
that luminates/engulfs the tranquil abode… 69 more words
Title: The Universal Bureau of Copyrights
Author: Bertrand Laverdure
Translator: Oana Avasilichioaei
Publication Date: October 2014
Synopsis from Goodreads:
From multidisciplinary artist Bertrand Laverdure comes…474 more words
I’m into existentialism. Anything to do with existence actually, I’m really into. Just thinking about it. Like, why are we here? WHAT IS LIFE? Anyway, while thinking about this recently, a sentence came into my head; find it in the last line of the poem below. 180 more words
I am utterly convinced that if I could fall asleep early one night and remain slumberous until the following late afternoon when the sun begins to drown that all of my ills would be cured. 222 more words