The deceptive Poetess!
A hopeless romanticist,
a restless soul,
there she goes wandering along the banks of her utopian island,
followed by mischievous glow-worms dancing on her sublime thoughts .
She blows life into slumbering words
leaving behind footprints on the sands of time.
With a poker face she walks by your side,
her pursed lips deceiving you
of the loud cries of her racing thoughts
deafening her with the clattering of the restraining chains
that drag her like a trampled toy.
Screaming and demanding to be set free,
her dreamy self strangles her with threads of extreme passion.
Lost in the silent battles with her own self,
she slowly learns to derive pleasure from the pain that clouds her qualms.
She dreams of snowstorms while the sun rays bathe her feet.
She fancies bloodbaths while staring blankly on the clouds so limpid.
Conjuring painful fantasies she bleeds on the lifeless sheets,
producing heart-wrenching tales and poesies.
She sheds bitter-sweet tears as she writes,
with deep solid strokes she paints the bloodless canvas
and brings it back to life.
She delights over her reader’s distress,
confusion, chaos and brainstorms that shake the naive souls.
Slaughtering her own chastity into pieces,
she dies a thousand painful deaths in her reveries.
But her heart only beats more fiercely as time flies
and makes her feel astonishingly
oh so alive!