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Perfect

The past made you lost in space

You wanted me present

You wanted me gone

You pierced me to your shield

You left alone

 

And I fight my demons and whisper

It’s perfect love

And I lay with demons and Whisper

It’s perfect love

 

Carve your pain onto my heart

I am made of poison

Nothing will hurt

I may cry but you are blind

 

And I fight my demons and whisper

It’s perfect love

And I lay with demons and Whisper

It’s perfect love

And I smash like stars and whisper

I am perfect love

And with a grin, I whisper

I am perfect love

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Melodies of myself…

– I still remember that day when words remained unsaid, when soul-aches pushed me apart like tornado, when my life changed and the roller-coaster ceased to define me. But I am fine… I can still swing in my personal opera, paint smiles out of sea waves, dance naked under the cold rain and breathe in silver moonlights.

Thoughts are like snakes tangling everything I am.  Reality is intertwined with fantasy. I can no longer recognize myself or my dreams or what I am longing for…. I am lifeless, numb and ruined. Feelings are so huge that I am unable to create a coherent statement or explain how I feel.  I wonder if tomorrow I can just vanish, disappear in existence like a forgotten feather that once witnessed remarkable moments and history through its flying journey.

But I am alive… I am alive even if surviving murders every ounce of my existence, I am alive even if memories are collection of razor blades torn my emotions, bleed and dance in my chaotic mind… my mind … my bitter sweet circus.

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Diabolique Chronicles – The tale of “us”

“You better quit your disguised trials, for she will hurt you and she won’t compromise”

She, Diabolique is the ultimate magnet to your kind, she loves it, longs for it and seduces inferno out of it..

Dear Masquerade,

I named you masquerade because it is everything you are. I can not undress you nor reveal you. It is who you are and what you were made of.

I WILL NOT FALL.

But I will bruise you, destroy your colorless defenses and cover your truth with your man made lies.

I WILL NOT RETURN

But I will haunt you, taste you and abandon you. For your lies are sweet and your authenticity is unreal.

I DO WHAT I DO

To have you, leave you, have you and escape. For we are, storms not to unite, but to destroy.

NOSTALGIA

For me you will remain nostalgic, for you I will remain elastic.

WHAT HAVE I DONE

Leave you with a false goodbye, a false promise of future encounter.

THE END

Remains unwritten, undecided and unplanned. Nevertheless, beware another chance is damned.

FAREWELL

Former addiction, false love..

Photography by Coke Wisdom

Photography by Coke Wisdom


Diabolique Chronicles II ..

Mogwai – Take me somewhere nice….

3 YEARS AGO….

Berry…

Morning routine, writing side by side..

One of her freaks calls, he laughs, video record her blushing face, unaware that she blushes from diving onto his eyes, isolated from the words said over the phone.

A friend surprises from another continent for one day – Morning routine plus one, she pretends to enjoy the surprise, the unexpected gesture, just to avoid falling.. Yet, she remains looking at him.

Hard confession.

Hands in pockets, avoiding a slight touch… Conflict..

Long walks, the Jewish temple.. Lost in art.. Lost in each other.

Tough flu… Long sick beautiful night flavored with soup….

Tango OR Kizomba…

Violence, clashes, birthday girl – time stops.. 12 am.. Berry intertwines.. inferno….Magic…

Heliopolis – in the middle of a protest, arguing, disconnected and lost in his eyes. Murdering passion…

Isolation, escape, illusion and one night, intertwine… In the middle of the street after midnight, soul burns with passion, lips longing to devour but she leaves..

Mind burns, soul and heart aches -She does not want to lost this, better secure distance..

Another evening, Berries… Pretends to be distant momentarily and again lips intertwine, souls devour each other… Time stops.. They became one…

But who can overcome fate… ambiguous events, rants… 3 years later, she remains clueless, longing for answers and giving up on fixing…

3 years later, when Angelique turns to Diabolique… Filled her days with muse and colors, until one day, she realizes that dates are marked by his existence and separation – disconnection..

If you only know that its untrue….

Birthday is marked with numbness, questions and craving…

Edward Hopper

                                            Edward Hopper


Diabolique Chronicles – The Art of Being Me

You don’t know me – a statement that should be remembered over and over again, for ego blinds intuition and lust haunts your passion…

Liberty is what defines me, I remain a body seeking to intertwine with its soul, lost in my vision and aiming to reach horizon.

Love equates complexity, for giving in is almost impossible and mistaken compromise with submission blocks me. How can a she wolf turns submissive.

Passion might be my ultimate gift for you until you take it for granted – I disappear, for I am the girl who longs for solitude and loses herself in serenity.

Don’t count on nostalgia, for my black box of memories is occupied with one star, a star that went apart long ago, but it remains craved in my heart and soul.

Beware from oblivion, for I have mastered the art of Oblivion.

Angelique (Angelic)  I am with all my body, mind and soul BUT Diabolique (Diabolic)  remains accompanying me, I am the extreme double faces, and when you provoke the borders of my mind, I flip.

Don’t be blinded by your strong masquerade, for the rebel could see through you, embraced and accepted you, and as you ceased to chain her.. She escaped and will continue haunting you.

I lied there charmed momentarily –  my mistaken love…

Unjust_Freedom_by_Faei

Unjust Freedom by Faei


Loving the Devil

A wise man told me once

Care what you wish for child…

I wanted chaos, circus and mere war

Passion equates the Helen of Troy

Mirror, Mirror – who am I?

Dear life, you are Diabolique in disguise

You are full of purity

But the monster hypnotized you

The irony, it is melancholic and true

For you who drowns him to you

For weakness, mesmerizes you two

Could you addict what you despise

Dancing with the devil surrendering in a glance

You are to be blamed

You admire the masquerades he claims

He can not break you

But you witnessed his falls

For he will struggle to

Posses

Destroy

And enjoy…

Wake up from your dreams

The sphere is not beautiful as it seems

Wake up and change the path

For the monster is Lucifer in disguise.

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Unspoken

With his gauzy smile and vigorous eyes

Wandering earth with no disguise

Doubtless of his path

For chaos has no chance……

Strolling vivid nights alone

Careless of what was gone

Scatters reality as she gazes

For life’s but no mazes…..

But cosmos have a plot

Their encounter is paradox

And as winds smoothly flow

Souls intertwine for the lost vow……

Precious, Precious

Our time is righteously wrong

Sounds are melancholic and lone

Perhaps our existence ignites passion

A tempest lost – long forgotten

Beautiful winters we longed for

Warm bosom – far away….known

Swaying together far from hay

To an honest harbor

We are living in a heavenly dream

Too right.. yet, unreal

What is that work of art?

When we align as shattered stars

Utterly united

Surrendering and collided

Dangerously beautiful

Even if apart.

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