Ripped off – Oana Stefanita (Words on a blackboard)

https://wordsonablackboard.com/ Ripped off, traces under the bloodPaper cut, pencils drawing a disorganized metaphor of lifeNail bites, tension, drums, a palace for the anxious typesTrains off the railways, crickets going as loud as they canSummer rain with floods leaving craters in soft landsDoors and chains, vintage smells, and museum stairwaysThe unconscious painting in oil colors, drippingContinue reading “Ripped off – Oana Stefanita (Words on a blackboard)”

I am not me – Oana Stefanita (Words on a blackboard)

I am not meBut barren landI am not a creation of my own wishes and desires.I am a slave of projections and other people‚Äôs castlesI am a forest in the dark where people freeze in fear, while animals run freeI am not meI am jasmine covered in plant fleas,I am the wind tickling a pieceContinue reading “I am not me – Oana Stefanita (Words on a blackboard)”