Ghislaine Vandevoorde Poems

In respectful remembrance, today and every day.


One hundred years ago
...

would you

the moments
...

black dress
long legs
dancing feet
stunning beat
...

My memories and me

I am older then my words
But not younger then my thoughts
...

I am moving beyond the grace of solitude
Where souls wandering, do not dwell
In the smoke of a burning cigarette
The taste of nicotine in my blood
...

as alice fell through the hole
she lost her beautiful soul
to all the discovering
while she was hovering
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wilt my body
in the twilight zone
the flower whitered
sheds parts of my soul
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give me
I need to sleep
in dreams
to come to you
...

I do not wish to
to be born in your
dreams
naked and vulnerable
...

death crept
through my veins
into the world of my
soul
...