Eurydice's poems

Our Bedroom Dream

I’m sitting next to you, so close, I feel you gasping air

Like in your dreams before, but now so lucid real

I lean to hide behind your prayer flare,

While seeing the beauty of your cutest happy grin.

So close, to reach and touch you, I’m allowed

So close, to claim you for myself at last

So close, to take the presents you’ve prepared me

So I can rise above it all once you will shine your light.

Serene delight my fingertips espy,

Immersing in your nape hair with elation;

They say a woman can survive her lonely cries,

But I say life without you is a pure damnation.

My man of sorrows, you’re depleted from your manly, noble grievances

Yet, still, so patient and enduring human, bursting blaze;

You brought me gifts of your wand’s cheering vigor

And now I take it all from you through my arousing dance.

Give me yourself in gently fierce, erotic waves

And drown in light from my insane voluptuous attacks

Don’t hide inside seductive energy of conquer –

But please, just give to me what you’ve been holding back.

You brought those honest vibes with you from far away

The light you’ve gathered patiently from Heaven’s 

plane of love

You did not spill your senses on your way,

You kept them truly vintage long enough.

While waiting years, to see me smile, 

Preferring holding in,

You never gifted other brides, 

You saved it all for me.

Libidinous sensations overwhelm my toes

As I approach you, only dressed in plea,

Intemperately wild I shred your clothes

So you can give yourself to one and only, me.

You’ve carried love for far too long

While stranded lonely in grim tempest

Now you behold the end of fall

So sensual explosions may fill vastness.

Through this transcendent outburst 

We can release all jumble shadows

Please give me light of fortitude, 

Amending bogus phony credos.

In this uniting passion truth, 

We both are shielded from vile arrows

Please give your truth to only me,

As I embrace our wildest fervors.

I’ll take you all to grow and shine

I’ll take male sparks away from you

You can relax in bed we hide

While charging me, not random few.

I’ll take the burden you’ve endured

Through epic dance of bliss,

I’ll heal our cries we’ve never cured

And make our trembles pleased.

We’re floating high above our bed

We radiate through these vibrations,

The binding frequency ahead

With joy of purest levitations.

As I submit my soul to you,

I am erupting rolling thunders;

When I’m making love with you

My essence blasting magic wonders.

Eloise's New Life in Paris

Let me make a confession today –

I am where I belong

I own my twisted reality

I honor my sacred sexuality

I live in a wicked harmony

That I adore.

I meant well

When I trapped myself in Hell

Red bell alarms

Sick men to crawl around me

Their shadows are stretching far and wide

They are inside

My heart that’s longing for a genuine connection.

But kindness of a man is not me

I live desires of vile creeps

With claws and sticks

And tongues with twists

They are disgracing my sweet lips

Cementing psyche with true horrors

Abhorrent hedonistic men

My life’s command

To honor their perversions

But I believe I can

Escape and run away from pain

Yet when I scratch the surface

My soul reveals demonic tearing scars

I’m tolerating past mischiefs

And I concede to feel male parts…

I did vexatiously consent

To squeezes, grabs, and infiltrations

Flirtatious nature’s my damnation

Salacious dreams I live to beam

I’m precious when I’m sober

I’m wild when money speaks

So, most of the time

I bite my lip, and I embrace assaults

I did invite them in

To dance lust waltz…

The judges everywhere around me

But they don’t know my truth

I’m not a victim or a slave

The rape can feel so liberating!

Still, on my darkest nights

Invigorating ghosts and souls

Will haunt me, waking up, enthralled

Appalling pains of old obsessions

I crawl 

Into my bathtub just to cry

My bedroom’s ceiling occupied

As my intrusive lovers conjure rites

They can’t be saved

Not even with my feminine delights

Like beastly bugs and vicious spiders

They gather to my light.

Too many nightmares in my days

Too many rackets in my nights

But I still fight my tricks

Forever their infernal might

Will ravage fragile girlish feelings

Yet even when I moan and frown

How they would like

I must profess I never mind

To bear their immature concupiscent sensations

As they come

To bury their last hopes for a redemption.

I only wish they’ll leave in peace

They never do; they do return to haunt me still

I kneel to feel the frenzy of my magic

My home is never safe for me, no more

I roar; but can’t escape my whims…

And yet, I feel precisely like myself

When speaking after sex

Flexing perceptions

Twisting dimensions

Spewing manipulations

After spreading my legs;

The laws of my truth

They all will abide

They taste my insides

But smile with disdain

Yet, my sanctity’s cleansed

With their apostasy.

Treason is never for brave

All of my men are insane

Their impotence can’t be explained

So, I play them like a maestro.

As my gestures and my hips

My smile and my lips

Reset their persuasions

My dominant invasions

Blank their minds

I’m right inside, as they abide

Each time I raise my grace

And show who owns the real power.

You know, those stupid men…

They’ll do just anything I ask

To get to enter me

They’ll lie, deceive, betraying trust

To be destroyed by me.

They come, and they go

I please as I must

But no one to trust

I learned through these days

Untangling slowly

Perceptual threats

I long and I’m lonely

In life of regrets.

Terrified

You wish I was dead, and I am but not how you think

I’m a stranded soul living in the West End a few blocks up from Sunset Beach

And when my shaman shelters me from those who are always mean to me

I’m peach rose blooming reverence;

And when we fly down the hill to our favorite spot

Rushing to the rocks by the wind,

Absorbed by our affections

I sense liberation as I’m possessively wrapping around my man.

And when my restless hair is covering my eyes

The entire beach is hearing my sublime advice

As I passionately read Violets bend… over and over again

And writing my rhymes with the chance

And blinding with my poetry dance

The words that look like a game to you

So you just killed me for them plurally

Throwing me from my big rock into the oceans

As you hated when I shattered your illusions

And you put me to rest

Terrified

You are happy that I’m dead, and I am, but not just quite

I witness body trapped in a snare of distorted vibrations

And I’m constantly analyzing my sensuality’s future prospects.

I’m dying inside time and time again with each of my executed victim

I’m fleeting the excruciating dance of the knife penetrating my skin

I rejoice as I hang myself next to the chimney

And every once in a while, reminiscing melancholiac anguish

Of how I delivered my stillborn baby-girl of pure unconditional love

Who came with the mission to kill me later

And soon I’m dying again

Terrified

When I was saved by the tweet on the birdie Twitter app

Rescued from the purgatory with the single poem of pure love

I felt that I was still valued and needed

I felt like an extraordinary being

Escaping the demonic world of shattered mirrors;

I was saved by the Twitter after I was killed by it –

Delusional games of deranged reflections

That turn dreamy noble girls into shallow spores

As their tortured psyches dirt devour first

Scrolling copycats in male amusement stores –

Perverse nightmares adorning bruises and sores

Molding fragile beings of divine inspiration

Into mediocre trinkets to play with and throw away –

Not one of a kind but just another one

Indistinguishable from any other one

Drowning in the sameness of exposed body parts –

Killing me over and over again with their flood of licentiousness

As I speak the existential truth of my own perception

Whistling about monstrous oppression of the entire female kind

Not the opinion – but a sound, real-world view –

Of a soul that lived quite a few mad female lives dying

Terrified

You enjoy that I’m dead but I still speak my truth

I live in the apartment building trapped by Jervis and Barkley just eight blocks from the beach

I wandered outside today to experience being ravenous

But I don’t know how to be that

I only know how men perceive my fanny

Turning me into a pray with their looks

Thinking I might be an amusing plush kitten

Thinking dying is only a game for me

And I would argue, but I’m too stoned today

I can only incinerate intruders with my gazes

Terrified

My death is sensed through a flower, when I’m raped by a devourer

Yet I attempt to escape humanity sumptuously 

Now standing on the shores of my waters

And fighting every creature imposing my freedom

While their banality of evil creeps back from the abyss

As the noises of humdrum humans in reveling get louder and louder

During the luminous violet hour

Until promiscuous creatures dry their bottles

Flooding deep unresolved troubles

Mating right in front of my eyes

Fornicating with their own ego cries

Screaming culminations of nonsensical hookups…

Inebriated dolls forgetting their souls,

Making me sick to my heart

As their moans got louder and louder

And it feels like I’m drowning

But unable to die when I finally want to

Like feeling trapped on these shores.

And it wasn’t just a dream

I was really

Terrified