Night Bird by Vanessa Matic
And it never fills this void; They all wish for luxury but no one even keeps happiness nor simplicity. A permanent high of sadness like a vesper star dying in…
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Lovely Day by Vanessa Matic
Strange days filled with inter-realities based on dreams fed by distant memories. I’ve been searching for you, but photos are all I can find.. I’ve been touching you, but now…
Faded by Vanessa Matic
Faded The heart can take a lot of sadness. There is beauty in the tar of hell; in the streets of homelessness of Los Angeles to the concrete heat of…
Teen-Rage by Vanessa Matic
Teen-Rage Ok so when I leave I’m gonna need a neon cowboy hat, a switchblade, 2 scorpios in a jar, a nice salt shaker, and a kimono. A basketball, a…
Heart-Plate by Vanessa Matic
Heart-Plate People seem to be like a wet dream chasing paper puppets made of green in-lay; And all their memories orgasm like a nightmare filled with blood and piss. Some…
“A Forest Dressed In Soft Flames” A poem by Vanessa Matic
A Forest Dressed In Soft Flames I went into the woods because I dreamt of something I could not completely put in words and I could not put in pictures.…
American Letters by Vanessa Matic
I wrote you a letter to send across the ocean but it was too late. The ocean kept us separated, and our minds kept us destructed. We were two ravens…
Psychosomatic by Vanessa Matic
Psychosomatic was the insomniac silver hazel pupil. White orchid moon scattered on the skin of the city. My misanthropic brood mood, a calm magnet of all what night is, what…
Technological Kings In Space – A poem by Vanessa Matic
The night is like a cooler for me I guess I stayed in there too long, now I can’t un-frost myself. In the end it’s all politics even relationships. And…
SELFIE by Vanessa Matic
SELFIE I was a teenager, bred in Seattle, Washington. God I fucking love the green and the rain, it’s like the only worth was the trees that made you think…
NECTAR FIELDS by Vanessa Matic
NECTAR FIELDS A bee on nectar fields all swimming in your blue lit lip, the music inside your body moving to your neck a serpent of adrenaline. Pale electric in…
VALENTINE by Vanessa Matic
Valentine I am the martyr of the blood soaked sun, of our love. Setting at the sea, under the sunshine blue sky. Turning colors, fading the light to kiss the…
Bewitching by Vanessa Matic
Bewitching Millions watching and bewitching me, but in my bed big enough for two. I dreamed you bewitched me to haunt loves eternity. Captive in my own introspective kiss, I…
Los Angeles – A poem by Vanessa Matic
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_column_text] It was a strange place to be I was on land America was a haunting dream [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/4″][vc_column_text] It was so empty downtown my love can be drowned…
Leben – A poem by Vanessa Matic
Berlin told me to come back to its arms
The bauhaus architecture and green palm
The bauhaus architecture and green palm