... and other stories.
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A journey through life.
You can read some of my poems in my native language (Bulgarian) here: http://www.bukvite.bg/avt.php?nick=hamlet Those would be from about 15 years ago.
Walking The Line Between by Void-Hamlet-Herself, literature
Bedtime Story
Your lover crawls in
Your heart's chamber
Holding a lit candle
Your bare skin crawls in
Anticipation
Alights the dark hour
Stories unfold in
Shallow breaths first
Warm rivulets then
Heart's beat waxing
Waning your confidences
Blank Sheets
With a restrained wrist I straighten
lines of passion from the night he
left
the dent onto my pillow
when he is not
there
is a hole in
my heart
Desiderato
To speak of desire, rarely is sufficient.
Desire is a doing word.
It burns from within,
smolders in our eyes,
spins heat haze visions.
Such smoke cannot be sighed out:
This fire has to erupt.
*
Volcanoes make great poets.
*
There are those who dream,
and those who do.
I dare you to dream out loud,
open your mouth,
a hiss-sigh of flame
(burn or be burnt)
open my mouth,
a kiss-sigh of flame
(burn and be burnt)
And when we wake up
with you still in me,
my volcano warrior
of a thousand words,
I dare you to be
silent,
I dare you to do.
Spring Shadows
The shadows of my home withdraw
to darker corners and quiet hours.
No longer whispering, they are
embracing cautiously each other.
Their trembling, slender fingers sway
to wind nocturnes for blooming branches.
A falling apple petal leaves
a fleeting trail, a shadow tear,
a moving target on the wall,
escaping through the open window.
Winter Window of the Soul
In the cold, glass silence
Love is my word for snow
Fragile frost flowers grow
Snow is my word for love
while I hold my breath in
I fade to white
The Siren to Her Lover by Void-Hamlet-Herself, literature
Literature
The Siren to Her Lover
The Siren to Her Lover
The salty white of seabed sand
Cries crimson by your ripened flesh
Tonight the tide is low and base
Tomorrow rushes in too soon
The crook't knives of my fingerbones
Caress you through my scaly skin
Tonight I pluck your wings, beloved
Tomorrow I devour you