A Girl of Good Breeding

One of these days 


I’m filled with disgust


For all man kind 


For all woman kind 


It doesn’t stop there, 

this feeling 


It gets mingled with anger 

and then


Madness and misery


And then stone cold hatred at times.

I still love all, with whimpering efforts


I still fear society’s invisible chains


It tells me even if I must break free


I don’t have to.


It tells me more and more 


And black mass of my desires piles up inside the depths of my body.

I dare call myself a free bird 

with enormous wings, 

in moments of rebellion.


This rebel is against my own will,


Against, all that I have become,


Against the very thought of being well bred.

I’m nor myself


neither a bird.


I’m an invisible face 


An outline may be


Of this emptiness.

Stint

That speck of dust
That flew from the ground
That came back swiftly around

Shimmering sunny rays,
In a perfect setting of maze
Deeply cutting the window
Into pieces or patches

Its all that there is
Something shining and something not.

How ugly those poets, press their faces to stale past
Doddering on armchairs, by staring into nothingness
Deaf to their own stories of rupture
They talk of things they'd just see
And not make, like that speck of dust
That they held midair, frozen in time

Beloved little speck of dust

You know nothing of these vultures

They'd latch on your beauty

And the eternity you hold

They seek perennial wisdom

That they think you'd know

This is your journey now

This is your whole story

I must ask you this,
Hence I may not.

Stay where you are,
Because that's all you've got.

-knightesS

White

Writhing in cold breaths 
shrinking into a lump
digressing constantly,
like shit but not it.

Not real or real
couldn't linger for long
but when times are stretched,
I lose all the bits.

-knightesS