Die Würmer von Eden

by Gabrielle L. Ricafrente (Blue_Notebook) Draped in a dark blue suit lashed here and there with fine black lines to add complexity to a rather obscure singularity; the man with his broad back turned for my aggrieved vision to touch yet never to pull back walked forward, sun and Cimmerian augury burning against the tincture... Continue Reading →

Schrödinger’s Writer

by Gabrielle L. Ricafrente (Blue_Notebook) Sometimes, upon closing my eyes to search for muses inside a place so dark and empty as my thoughts, letters of the alphabet would loom before me as gargantuan elements. With my corporeal eyes closed tight, my mind’s eye bulges and shifts wildly. And I watch as my spirit grows... Continue Reading →

A Satellite Named

by Gabrielle L. Ricafrente (Blue_Notebook) It is nigh. Faster now, you borrow form from the mist of memory. Softly you did crush into pigments of a strong bond that turned nasty in a moment's spurn. What was once quintessential and divine, after being bitten by frost, burst into flames to die buried underneath the ashes... Continue Reading →

Chariot

by Gabrielle L. Ricafrente (Blue_Notebook) You have missed me.Hurriedly buried before an accumulation of dust,trampled over by a hundred clacking which,for you and me,silences the rusty burst of an unsaid parting,obscures the mimicking thuds of life saying dadum-dadum-dadum,the rhythm of a house at war brought to life by horses;all within our heaving chests,all within our... Continue Reading →

Colour of the Scale

by Gabrielle L. Ricafrente (Blue_Notebook) That day the cloudless firmament parted like paper torn by a monstrous claw. A grim darkness bled from the tattered wound of the welkin. It was accompanied by an echo so horrifying since it was the echo of a million vermillion screams hiding behind the universe's obsidian cloak. After that... Continue Reading →

What Loving Might Really Be

by Blue_Notebook I think humans are wrong to view love as a driving force, as a necessity in this world, or even as a guide for us to be better humans. No. The poets didn't lie when they said that love is the most magical thing this world contains. But magic... I believe it is... Continue Reading →

A Slight of Hand

by Blue_Notebook With the abyss's crown darkening the blankness of my visage, Nietzsche at my boot uttering layers of ideas, the cold seeping through the thin of my nakedness caused by the caustic throne melted into my body, I wonder. I wonder, dear little creature who stands an arm's length before me shivering at the... Continue Reading →

Once…

by Blue_Notebook Loveless, I turned to my feathers, plucking all silver slivers of what was once a shelter, a home to warm a flame, turned roofless and dead, bleeding and cold; to write the blue sands with some stories about a fire and how it came to, its munificence, grandeur, felicity, components of a lover... Continue Reading →

White Hole

by Blue_Notebook Mother, mother! How I love this earth and all that runs dead in it. My eyes are perfected to not see and I live in utter darkness. Let me plant here trees as gold as the moon. Later on, I will build a garden full of sparkling flowers as white as the night... Continue Reading →

:Undo

Firefly Rely on these words of mine: I will make sure that I'll arrive on time again in the afterlife.

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