Cursed souls dance and sing at the light of the new moon's eve, drawing shadows on the wall.

A shadow of myself there i saw. I curse and bleed at the midnights eve, i dance and become i lie and transform.

And swallowed by the velvet night there on sight i saw; the spirit of a wanderer, vanging trough a forest - an aching heart, fatality alike. - it is cruelty herself.

Time slowed down, my skin froze; i kept on dancing and the moving flames; we danced as one. The cryptic fire, heartless bodies, voluptuous melody - you, curled hair boy -run throughout this madness - whispered the moon.

There i stand, behind cruelty; on ancient days, a lover of mine - kissing shadows, loving lies. - But now, all i love, it is i; when i loved, my heart she broke, and for that, my pure soul, full of love, a...

may 19 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +

While the pouring rain reached the tree leaves and the ground beneath my feet, i sat there besides the doorstep quietly with my thoughts, wishing the rain would never stop. A fulgent figure behold the brume outside, and all i visualized was the midnight lady, with such peculiar pulchritude - As she saw me, she ran through the meadow; and so did i, through the forest, the snow, and storm below.

When i finally found her, she was lying by the lake mere, in a flower bed, admiring the empyrean atmosphere - tenebrous as night. - In that moment, a mellow taste was left in my mouth; it is devotion and admiration for the newborn goddess that now i venerate; my devotion: everlasting as the sun's pure light.

All i seek is to admire my adored lady. She, covered in ichor and dressed in vestal and virescent clothes, her visage was created by goddesses; tenderness and mysti...

may 19 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +

In these melancolic days trobuling with misery; i shall led myself tenderly through this agony; i shall not dissapear.

These clouds that never get me,

This rain that never soaks me, and washes my soul away.

This ghostly weather that i adore - it makes me feel alive.

Memories, agony and misery.

This soul of mine, cursed and burdened with humanity, that runs wild like a river;

and like a river, i am profound, melancholic to be looked at, touch me i'll be transparent; like a river, my perversity hides itself into the deep; and on the surface, the crystalline water brights like a smile surrounded by maliciousness.

may 1 2019 ∞
may 28 2019 +
  • "It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."
  • “And what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation?”
  • “First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; ‘for it might end, you know,’ said Alice to herself; ‘in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?’ And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing."
  • "What a strange world we live in...Said Alice to the Queen of hearts."
  • 'Well that was the silliest tea party I ever went to! I am never going back there again!"
feb 14 2018 ∞
apr 25 2019 +

You're my favorite person in this world. Your eyes fascinate me, your smile hypnotizes me. Hauntingly beautiful and tragically perfect; pale like the moon yet refrishing like summer. You're the i've been waiting for; my gold, my treasure.

She tastes sweeter than honey- she tastes like hope, she smells like fresh hand picked flowers - she smells like freedom.

you - my love, forever my everything.

apr 24 2019 ∞
may 28 2019 +


Winter time has passed me near by. In a whisper she told me her secret; the winter never goes away, it gets buried deep within our souls.

I feel the cold days aproaching me, my skin freezes with the gentle touch of the winter breeze.

A peaceful time where, in a sigh, i admire; i admire its solitude and quietness - a perfect landscape - but not even the best artist could portray its beauty. And me, once lover of the night, find myself lost in confusion, in love with sunlight but never wishing to meet summertime.

With these troubling feelings, i'm lost in my mind, daydreaming with an old lover of mine; night, now, unreachable. I, lovable human, with a cold soul; a winter admirer, not evil and yet perverse, dream with this unachievable perfection of loving the night and wishing to live forever in...

may 19 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +

Lost into a sea of wonders, where my memory is not a chain around my heart, where i am a free spirit; lost into the wild, i swim in almost frozen lakes, hoping my soul goes away.

Hoping one day the agony of not knowning who i am, does go away.

And in this dance of seasons, i hope winter takes me far from this place that i dared once to call home.

Lost in the depths of me, i, the forsaken one, nameless creature, the isolated one.

I shall seek for refuge in your arms, where i do belong and feel alive - nature, hold me and bury me in your perfection, of knowing who you are.

I hold myself tenderly around my arms, because, i am lost into this sea of fantasy, daydreaming with quietness inside my mind.

Wishing for once that i've became real an...

may 19 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +

Goddess of Night and Winter Time.

Nightless days, a future brightened by the sunlight; a winterless time.

Without the goddess of the night, my own self is doomed.

Night's children trapped inside day's sunlight; trapped within this everlasting summertime. Living in misery, within this pure bright blue sky.

I want night, cold and darkness all around; i want my dark veiled lady back.

My wishes; to be dissolved into the moonlight, to bring back the perversity and dark lights; my wishes became reality, she's back - the winter's melody, nighttime joy; and like myself, they raise and sing, they raise and pray.

The night goddess, tenderly perverse; filled with peculiarity and magnetic beauty. She lives inside the deeps of a forest; her body; lying in the bed's red velvet sheets, dressed with black silk, covered w...

may 6 2019 ∞
may 6 2019 +

The cold is here again, i swin in a thousand frozen lakes, i feel it's power consuming me; the burden of carrying nature's secrets within my soul.

I adore the pale moon that faces me from the sky, i absorb it's light into this cold soul of mine

i adore this wind that reminds me of my daydreams, but it's night and we cannot scape her black velvet sedusive form. Night, strikes my heart, takes me to my melancolic memory palace, and now, i shall see it;

the nightless days are comming we cannot scape the sun's purest lighfull form, and then, our dreams are over.

apr 28 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +

Here am i, like a nymph, au naturel; dancing around trees; absorbing nature into my own self; unreachable beauty; non spoken words flying with the warm summer breaze. For a second, human perfection existed - it was i, running through a flower camp, like a daydream, becoming part of the landscape - nature's perfection, a majestic piece of art - dissolving like foam, like a dream - to be apreciated but never be seen again.

apr 25 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +


My body shines by the soft gleam of the pale jewels. My beauty; pure, impressive - as nature herself.

My soul's tenderly wrapped around silk and softness, once pure now correpted Myself; portrayed like an water nymph, a naiad, in a pre-raphaelite painting - a true work of art.

And this life o mine; filled with luxury and perversity.

Ancient seduced souls, in ancient times, who dared to seek for me, in frozen waters, in a rigorous winter night; with only a promise of love, and sunlight.

And i kept on seducing those poor souls, to this cursed heaven, made of lies, beauty, and madness - made of me; i - the moon, the nameless light, in the time night sky.

And in my home, where the sunken ships belong; i truly exist, not just a mere drea...

may 19 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +

The failure of a life can be doubled when you find yourself in a state of passionate ecstasy from the opposite of you. A suffocating state where words are useless, where nothing is important, but out of it, everything matters. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤIntrigues and daydreams of a dreamy mind that keeps itself under the clouds and yet, allows itself to go out of its dreams to beat head on with a cold and cruel reality.

apr 25 2019 ∞
may 19 2019 +

❝My heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me.❞ —Segovia Amil

❝…she fluttered through my fingers, sifting away like a shadow, dissolving like a dream…❞ — Kate Zambreno, Book of Mutter

❝She tastes like nectar and salt. nectar and salt and apples. pollen and stars and hinges. she tastes like fairy tales. swan maiden at midnight. cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. she tastes like hope.❞ — Laini taylor, daughter of smoke and bone

❝Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running from them.❞  — Nikita Gill

❝She was a ghost of a girl, hauntingly beautiful, wonderfully lost— breaking hearts and crying holy water tears.❞ — Michael Faudet

apr 13 2018 ∞
apr 24 2019 +