- Inspired by all those that one cannot touch...-

A blank stare,
Touching hands,
Rhythmic feet,
Emotional weeps,

She sips her tea,
He looks at her,
And sits down in awe,
She takes down her guard. 

People shout in joy,
And clap their hands in agreement. 
Although serpents never sleep,
There’s freedom for a moment. 

He pours milk in his coffee
She intensely looks at him,
And he nervously folds a napkin.
Tension erupts. 

The music gets louder,
A woman laments her cheating boyfriend,
People move their hips,
In wild forgettable moans.

They laugh in tune,
Forgetting their pain
Stroking the ego of oneself, 
Like young lovers do.  

Lovers do.
Lovers do.
Monsters do.
Lovers do. 


-Miss X

Coffee Among Strangers.

Nocturne Clown

He was a nocturne clown, so unapologetically waiting to make fun of the night,
with his acid jokes that could burn gold to liquid in seconds,
his heart was black as a stone.
Cold words he would utter in his loneliness,
Alienating himself from those who knew his true self,
even the moon that had once caressed him with a light dim,
was an enemy of his.
He had once given love to the moon,
and they had shared a love story few will ever encounter,
yet he was missing something,
the father of all things, the sun,
which he could never look at,
because he would get burnt by the sun and die from its heat.
Yet this was what he desired the most 
and hence the night became a nightmare. 

There were nights, when the moon would show him another life,
show him the movement of the rivers at night time,
or the beautiful sounds of the forest at night, 
the stars glittering in the dark blue sky,
but his heart was sick and he only wanted to see the sun and its mightiness,
The nocturne clown had no solution for his desire
so one day, he decided he wanted to become a morning clown,
because there was no more love for him to share with the night
and his love had become an unbearable cage,
it was not the moon that bothered him but his desire to look at the sun, 
that made him walk away... 

Then one morning, he at last saw the the sun and there he died, 
missing and thinking one last time of the love he had once shared with the moon and night. 
A sight he would never see again, because he had taken his last breath on earth as his flesh was burnt into flames. 

Miss X


Nocturne Clown

I was holding his hands

I saw him there, 
he was talking to another girl,
touching her cheek, gently caressing her face

I was holding his hands

i had been there for him every day of the year,
taking care of him
told him i would love him for all time
even fulfill all his dramatic dreams

I was holding his hand

he told me he would love me
and I believed him
he would always tell me about things
he would give me

I was holding your hand

he told me we would always be together
he would buy me clothes and rings
and everything I wanted to

I was holding his hand

but I told him I didnt want that
but he didn't believe me
I didn't need material things
all I wanted was him

I was holding hiss... hand....
ooo...

I was holding on to our dreams...

but he was crushing mine
and then he walked away...

...voices in background...
/Miss X

Holding Hands

What does 400 year of music have in common with a simple mortal like myself? Well it describes the emotions I've been going through these past months and it fits the concept of my heart perfectly. Original spoken words and original echoes and melody in combination with the work of the great composers of the 17th century. Thank you Carlo Gesualdo and Carlo Monteverdi for creating such wonderful and poetic pieces of vocal art and music.


Can we return from the dead and sing a song that will never die,
or is the purpose of our song to ultimately die? 

A deadly love affair,
that goes beyond what the naked eye can see.
A love so strong and innocent,
that it becomes violent and dangerous ,
a touch so sensual that evokes a revolt within us both
to provoke the very nature of ourselves
to abandon ourselves to become endless. 
The serenading and the masks we hide behind
are only a mere reflection of something we cannot yet understand,
while we pantomime through the rooms of loneliness,
there's an echo of trust and sincerity,
The sweet melody of your voice seduces me
but in the midst of it all I'm scared,
I feel paralyzed as if I cannot touch you without fearing a scar in my heart.

The very nature of ourselves condemns us in a cage of loneliness,
yet we dance violently through our emotions,
creating an ecstatic empowerment of our deadly love.

I am the image that you cannot erase,
that summer breeze that still captures my essence in your heart,

I cringe when I feel your soul,
the end is near,
our doom sealed, 
yet I cannot escape you.

I've known you in the past and the future,
I saw your brown eyes raged with hatred,
but you couldn't escape the excellence that is our love.

Can a king flee from his queen,
when the halls of a great kingdom is waiting for him? 
Can a queen flee from his king,
when the halls of a great kingdom is waiting for her?
Can they both flee from a great love, that cannot be measured by time nor words?
It's a deadly love affair without morals or reasoning,
because the very existence is in the light of our inner-selves.

So I ask is it a deadly love affair? 


A dying song.

Welcome, to my world of words, sounds and emotions. We are all part of a big symphony of expression; that allows us to connect to our inner being and others like us. I was born with rhythm in my blood and words come to me through dreams, my introversion and the mystery and subconsciousness of the world and its inhabitants. I simply cannot live without expressing myself. 

- If you love brute, abstract and emotional expression, you've come to the right place. 

Miss X. Chelo

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