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stopping by

Those out in the cold
Seek for me
During a storm
They see me as a hotel
And not a home.
Posted by missveronik 5 months ago  |  13



“Beware of academics, of Professors and their kind” my grandfather used to tell me.
“why?” I asked , moving my hair from my eyes focusing my gaze on him , squinting under the blazing May sun.
“They can read your mind” he would say smiling as if it were a known fact.

I was daydreaming in Linguistics again. Not because I was not interested, but because it did this to me, made me think. I was intrigued. She did this to me. She made me think. She intrigued me.
The class was extraordinary in nature, nothing anyone could expect. None of us knew or understood what we are lea... Continue»
Posted by missveronik 1 year ago  |  20

Cymbidium Orchid

Cymbidium Orchid

From August to October.
Flows their enchanting aroma, you are d***ken, passion takes over.
Enough types to make you dizzy.
Breathing in its essence , so essentially easy .
This clandestine flower, whose desirable pollen
Carried ,stealthily, patched in the wings
Of a stingless Honey Bee, then fallen
On the ground, and transfixed, by the frozen sl**p of a million years.
And thus, dormant till, those skillful physician hands
Acquired the bee’s secret ornate chest
Were studies, labeled, marketed and grown in all desirable brands.
Till the fairest lady, holdin... Continue»
Posted by missveronik 1 year ago  |  7

[Story] The Italian Teacher

The Italian Teacher

“Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus”

“What am I missing ?” I looked at my notebook , biting my pencil. “I’m sure there were more words for the quiz in Italian” .
Stella stared at my page , it was full of words marked , some underlined, some circled others embellished in more creative ways , in blue, pink, and in every other color of the universe.
“ you have already 160 words” she said exhausted .
“160?” Toria repeated in an echo ..”how come ?” she looked at her notes “I only have 25”.
Stella smiled at me and we both laughed.
“Let’s just study from Vera’s n... Continue»
Posted by missveronik 2 years ago  |  12

Something in the Water

Once upon a falling night
She followed me into my midnight
desert dream.
Like the water
Of a deep blue stream,
Flowing through my veins,
She finds secret tunnels
To run through
Overflowing passion channels ,
Longing to burst
But I can not get over my thirst .
Posted by missveronik 2 years ago  |  8

You see me Naked

You see me naked
On a cold and wintry night.
When common thoughts get complicated
and lose themselves intertwined in little bundles of chaotic lights.
You can read my thoughts
Through the open flowing stream of my veins ..
leading you inside..
would you like to come in..?

Posted by missveronik 2 years ago  |  25