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Mary´s Nightmare

Julia Elisa Melcher — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 19:20:20 +0000

Smoking long cigarettes did not compensate for

the loss, inhaled, with hot air between her lips

Remained untasted for aeons of time

There is a figure behind those curtains

slowly vanishing through grey curling clouds

Like memories, blurring

Grey ashes, extinct fires

Silently, she sings an obituary on chances never taken

and the waste of youth, untouched by the hands of time

What if the past was an ashtray full of longings?

Slowly fading out the lights and glimmer

Dry leaves rolled up and burned

Burn the poems!

Burn them!

After all, they are just sticky graves of thoughts!

(And they end up in Purge-a-tory)

mary: a virgin´s prayer

Julia Elisa Melcher — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 00:23:40 +0000

I cannot participate in happiness
I
cannot
I
cannot feel my desires thriving inside me
or the longings pining over between my legs
and I
cannot
I
cannot taste the yearnings intruding my lips
like my mouth tempting to kiss imaginary feathers
but I
cannot
I
cannot blare that I want you
LIFE
that I want you inside me
twining between my legs
I
love you
oh I
yes I do
I wanna devour you
you must taste so good!

pencil & watercolors on paper / gimp for chruch-window-effect

recurrent resurrection

Julia Elisa Melcher — Tue, 11 May 2010 17:43:17 +0000

I saw you shivering on a blue velvet carpet, lying beneath the orchid fields.

While I was chanting my Mantras after the Goldrush and further.

Was it you, or was it me?

Time is useless!

But once upon a time, I knew, yes, it was you; breathless.

And once upon a time it was me, reckless; enchanting I knew.

As time goes by and who will know and why?

I saw you shivering twice and thrice. Underneath the golden blanket, wrapped around your toes.

While I was delivering flowers to the masses, you made shambles out of rose petals, silently.

So I counted Mantras again. Thrice and Twice. But my vision blurred.

Strange colours emerged from the bottom of our hearts.

What did you mention time was like?

A face is something untouchable outside of yours.

A face is not there. Like words not uttered, unspoken.

Will I ever know? Will you? Ever is a long word.

Finally, I close my eyes because my vision commences to fail. A dazzling haze befalls my senses.

Time is countless. Will I ever touch you? Ever is a long word for people longing! Time is endless.

Everything else is not. A mantra is endless. While I chant it, my vision recurrs and all I see is

an icon of decay

_stripes

eranger — Thu, 06 May 2010 13:02:52 +0000

| surprise

eranger — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 19:13:35 +0000

| forget it

eranger — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 14:54:14 +0000

Square? or not square?

C.Matthias Kügler — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 19:50:59 +0000

To be Square
or not to be Square ?

I don`t care
this is not a Square

it only seems to be..

jannuary 2010