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 →


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 →

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 →


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 →


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


Life who isn't mine I want to remind you of a present wrapped in ink tucked safe in papers and blogs your immortalized reflection. Credits to Gull G for the picture used: Beautiful Woman Holding Flower

by Blue_Notebook Countless are the times when, Word by word my hand like a bleeding thorn, Spoke of endless lies by the aid of a pen, Thinking that perhaps the time is nought but scorn, In which our fates are convoluted for all kind of storms.   And I was wrong.   Far are the... Continue Reading →


by Blue_Notebook             Within the absence of lunacy liveth the sprout of immeasurable folly. Deprived is the stem and corruption sways at its gazillion roots bent in an angle highly convoluted than the spares of humanity. Petals of frozen blood present all iniquity with contrivance and dalliance. Following the trail of desiccated thorns erected in... Continue Reading →

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