Red.
Thick.
No way to breath.
But sinking into the Deep.
She burns, so cold.
But reaching out.
To hold her tight.
She appears in the eye of any gentleman. In Paris.
19hundred and 3.
A man of standards.
But can’t resist, a woman’s perfume.
Maybe faded, but strong in his memory.
[‘a man in paris’, II, AnnCT 12/2012, writing, notes, Book, Progress, Poetry]
It is me. Being able to see.
Their faces, blank and blind.
I buried them behind curtains, on a stage only I explore.
I created them.
Actors, for my play, nothing more.
I let them see, let them be.
Because they know.
[AnnCT 12/2012, writing, poetry, Book, Progress, notes]
And then they divided, both on their own.
A river for someone,
without a meaning, or relevance of time, until offered,
to someone, coming alone.
Their veins are still rivers, every now and again.
[‘Brothers,III’ - AnnCT 12/2012, Writing, Poetry, Notes, Progress, Book]
the hunger. remains.
Still, too still. a sleeping sun.
an abyss. a well.
I want to stay calm.
[‘hunger’II, AnnCT 11/2012, Book, Progress, writing, notes]
what is it about the sea. her ice cold echo?
Cutting the heart open, along the horizon?
I am floating. Floating. The surface too far.
[‘notes on the sea’, AnnCT 10/2012, Book, Progress, writing, notes]
hunger. like a room, black and white.
Being my mother’s daughter, but a father’s mind.
Mischief they scream.
[‘hunger’ I, AnnCT 11/2012, Book, Progress, writing, notes]
a voice, like snow. melting, when touching the warm ground.
I don’t remember you.
Or this deep scar.
[‘who are you’ I, AnnCT 10/2012, Book, Progress, writing, notes]
i do not regret the time, watching these hands.
exploring the oceans,
their rivers and kingdoms, your world i don’t know.
I will sleep and forget who you are.
[‘who you are’ III, AnnCT 10/2012, Book, Progress, writing, notes]
like a dreamer, nothing to loose.
or gain?
still.
in the mirror, this other picture.
of mine?
I carry.
[‘nothing’ III, AnnCT 10/2012, Book, Progress, writing, notes]
It is still. Does not scream. Nor is it my lullaby.
Not offending, as long, as I,
I want to stay.
[‘nothing II’, AnnCT 10/2012, writing, Book, Progress, notes]
