Category: Fiction

Dear fellows,

Put me in a dormant state
In a dormant situation
Nothing to recall at dawn
Not an altering sensation.

Please – do not erase me.

©2005 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Connie Imboden –

 

Prayer

Celestial choirs by the bed
We do not ache… we do not ask,
A monarchy within my womb
Protruding through the silent mask.

No monsters to compel thy breath
No honor to dispel the blame,
All livid demons graced by youth
Have fallen old and full of shame.

I’m holding Eden in my hands
This vile perfection, upside down
It does not bother any more
That all these saints in splendor drown.

The emptiness does not exist
We go together, hand in hand,
Thy petals blooming in my chest
The silence of a pulsing land.

For the Holy Lost

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Jana Brike –

Drops of human mixture
Flesh of human pain
Well-adjusted minds
Equally insane.

Mettlesome exposure
Zenith at the end
Welter of details
Retrogressive trend.

Broken in intentions
Lustful in its whim
Ripped the inside open
Closed the human in.

I find it hard to find you simple.

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Laurie Lipton –

Sky turned on… in her mouth.

This is a case of paranoia
In which the velvet eye returns
To twist the specter on the inside
To plague the heart… until it yearns.

This is a mortuary statement.

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Bob Doucette –

Disclose the torment of the mind

I tiptoe on the walls at night
And close the doors behind my days
In search of never ending light
In front of overwhelming ways.

The fairies gathered in my bed
Would swallow feathers from inside
All rapture floating in my head
When all those dreams in dreams collide.

I tiptoe on the walls and wait
Engraved in silence fairies burn
They always seem to be too late
Still never failing to return.

<<Once upon a time>> arguments

©2000 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Sally Mann –

never too far…

Beneath a dream – I stare and wait –
Your face, corroded in my mind
In thy simplicity, no faith
For faith is bitter and maligned.

No utter distance to repel
When lines are twisted in thy vow
I don’t believe a word – unsaid –
These august witches do not bow.

A fervid hand depicting sighs
Deflowered anguish in a chest
For thee, unblemished solitude,
In ethereal arms I rest.

Beneath a dream – I stare and wait –
Reluctant beings, put aside
There is a way within thy wings
To care, to listen, to confide

…away…

©2000 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Polixeni Papapetrou –

falling…

paranoid, beloved infant,
seek the womb of fractal light –
shall thy worth outrage the human
shall thy beasts in rapture… blight

all the shapes outlive these faces,
fugitive… the flesh reversed,
odor that collapses graveyards
filled the nights when splendor burst.

do not fear departing Eden,
paradise regained in sounds,
an orchestral gaze of daimons…
thy reflection shows no bounds.

all despair in lust is loathsome,
fear is primary and void –
in thy changing… waves distorted
visions moving, none destroyed.

veils shall leave this creature candid –
not a human, but a frame
in thy happening… the rapture…
dear infant… you became…

… into being…
(in spite of these stars)

©2000 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Michael Hussar –