I am the devil
Posted December 15th, 2011 by TasyavanRee with No Comments
I am the devil.
You spoke of me last night.
When the blood of the wolves crept beneath you
and held you up
till i found you standing in the light.
I am the devil.
Who speaks to you in silence.
We are one.
When everything else fades away.
I am your devil.
Meticulous in my attempt to take you over
till you become my slave
for the rest of your life.
-Tasya van Ree
Promise of Captivity
Posted October 4th, 2010 by TasyavanRee with 3 Comments
This dimly lit belly grows with thunderous trembles of a twisted edge
Blades too sharp to retract
Flies and fleas attack two faced flames
while I taste the venom released with the suffering of a slow stabbing embrace
Thoughts jump off cliffs
while space filters out schemes of importance
My foundation becomes vessels translated
A private fantasy only felt by the shame of my rose-coloured tongue
Strange commandments settling
A womb-like intoxication shaken with the burning soul of digestion
My heart is yours
An unsure descent into the landslide of love swallowed whole through the reputation of praise
You have declared me dead
Greeted by an applause scorched by a yearning cry for pain
I will give you everything that I know exists
The view of a strange sound
The promise of a vanished mind
The broken worth of a poet’s heart
I give to you
Because you are my complete arrangement of a conjuring explosion
My gut feeling
where she leads me…
Posted August 29th, 2010 by TasyavanRee with No Comments
Destroy me
The voice inside my head eristically dominates over my dead body presciently
A squalid identity
making love to itself
The outcome: neurosis
unsystematic spillage: neglectful process of a meritorious voice
compulsion
appetite
rage
perversity
biological influence…
-Tasya van Ree
Pause
Posted August 25th, 2010 by TasyavanRee with No Comments
Your company sighs with the breath of conviction
More powerful than the suffering of a tearless death
Arousing love almost alive
I devote infinity to you
and listen as grace reverberates with length
A ruthless entanglement with lust
finds me decomposing from the inside out
Three parts wounds one part salt
The flagrant melody of impulses dissolve on the quaint palate of ideas
Apprehending the most desirable pleasure of all
The humility of infatuation
-Tasya van Ree
Open Wounds
Posted August 19th, 2010 by TasyavanRee with 1 Comment
Open wounds
analytical figures
escaping arousal
sufficient drawings of your beautiful face
vanished creature
something to write about
possession
pure white nostalgia
glittering cheeks
an introduction complete
superfluous content
composed of a description unique
glorious lady
so many thoughts
you are the reason to exist
a surrounding intelligence full of tears
my dear
nature on its course
fatality denied
descriptive in detail
simple with sensuality
a whole life ahead of me
delirious with certainty
every part of you begin
a similar inclination
the reason my heart breathes
indescribable
-Tasya van Ree