I am always inspired by what she writes, and she is truely my doorway to literature. She published a novel at the age of 14 and she still writes sometimes. Here are some recent abstract works from her.
I love it, and I hope whoever else reads will enjoy.
Innocent lies
Say there's an elephant crossing the road . You don't see it but you know it's there.
And so you stop the traffic to avoid any accidents but the angry drivers call the cops,
to have you behind bars overnight and peeing in a cup. As they take you away you're so much
involved that you can only smile at them with a "see ya'all in the hospital then" look.
And they throw you in a coffin although you are not dead yet
and then they call your mother and have her attend your funeral.
You are one of them now but you realised it too late 'cause the accident you were
trying to avoid happened and the elephant was the only one to die
and one dark and special night some kid comes in only to tell you this
but he left his cigarettes too. You thought he shouldn't smoke so young and you
scold him for not bringing a lighter.
So they put in a girl who can spit fire. She lights up your joint and talks too you in silence.
Her beady honey-colored eyes do all the talking really, but suddenly you're
curious "where was she born and who her mother was" she names some town which sounds familiar to you
and ignores your other question. Than she shakes her head and plucks out some of her deep green lashes.
Her other eye has got blue lashes and as you wonder why that is you don't realise she's undressing.
Her top is off now and her nipples are beaming a violet and a purple light .
She is so white in those innocent places and so olive-colored in the sun kissed ones.
You ask her what is she here to do and she only tells you that they took her heart and gave her four smaller ones, all taken from different savages. So what would you want her to be: a cat, a snake or maybe a lizard.
She could be your dolphin too if you want. Now it's time to chose but the sun has touched the sky
and you see out of the window to clear your mind.
"I heard about the elephant," she said and she was sorry too.
"What happened was terrible," she thought but she also suggested you stop crying in your sleep.
Then she offered you her freedom but you ignored that wierd request.
So she leaves and you get back to your elephant and their accident. The cops and peeing in a cup.
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my master to me
you know the true meaning of
what is and will be
i need to get away from the woods
may kingdom of carelessness
rule again
in a world askew
so dear and cheap
simultaneously
and i still try not to worry
but it hits like a hurricane
no permission and leaving
chaos all around
my mind aches and my insides hurt
And i've been here long enough
to realise i'm an outsider
long before i can remember
will always be
although i leave it all aside
sometimes, when i read or cry
or close my eyes some way
and i came out of the future
to hug my lonely depressed
state of being in the mind
and i traveled back to
when i was a little
mokey-eyes girl to console
that always alert kid
and say i'd make it so far so good
now it's gone as soon as i said it
but i still dream with my eyes wide open
sleep is too quiet to seek my company
and i'm to shy to invite danger in
but strangers aren't half as scary as me
that's all i know and i'll tell for sure
i'd write about her or him
who touched my soul more than once
but words wouldn't be enough
i'll only say i am happy i'm not them
cause only i can see them
as they really are
they're blinded to themselves
this is all folly to the world
Pound said but s(he) is a high chid
and i can only touch her soles
if not her toe from time to time
that's my place in this universe
i pray to noone as i know no god
but i crave for a master to take me
by the hand and lead the dark path
and take me to the garden of no thought
and i'd be pure again, a child you are
i can see it in your eyes and yet child
for all i know you could and should
how i wish you would be my lord and my master
and i forget sometimes being so away
just how high you are you deep little pure
wise mother(father) and kid
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Another stream of light. Imaginary. Then nothingness. Plenty of it. I'd put it for sale if I could.
Money is but a silly game, I know. But it takes me towards my other favourite games.
It's scary how real your thoughts could be. I've made things happen in my mind and feel them deeply.
Stream of light hits again. Won't it stop? Oh, wait. There is no light. Again I'm just imagining it.
See, the thing is, I am blind. Not color-blind, or partly blind. My world is pitch black. And none of my other senses got better to make up for it. Right, except my taste buds. Silly really. I;d know if someone sitting quietly next to me is male or female, I can tell their age too. If I lick their cheek that is. And I've always had trouble making friends, as I'm shy. But going blind and in my teens brought me a handful of lovers thanks to those taste buds and the cute silly licking game. None of them really loved me though. Guess my violet eyes seem too cold without light in them. There is a thing about light. I can see it when I lick something. In different colors. But sometimes I just remember it, you know, from the years I could see. At first I had hoped that seeing the light meant I could get my sight back. But no, uh-uh. Guess it's okay for the universe to have me wake up at dawn to never see sunrise again. But I can't just get up and see. I can just as well sleep forever. At least I can lick whomever I want in my dreams. And someone would finally love me, really love me for it.
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