Venus Bleeds is a Lebanese queer singer, songwriter, director, composer, and visual artist based in Paris.

The angles, the curves
The points in which my anatomy intertwines
Braided into the outline of a crooked bay
As if it was improvised

I am a kaleidoscope
compiled with infinite colors.
A cosmic spectrum of hues.

I glared at God, squinted at the sun, and kicked the earth beneath my feet. I wished the angels would come shooting down like stars. I wished Eden would fall into pieces; only then he’d know what it feels like to live among ruins…

Papa lift me on your shoulder let me reach beyond this cloud
Toss me into the air so that my body can grab my soul
We stole the heat of the sun and blamed God for the cold in our bones

قيلَ إن أفضل ما يمكن أن يفعله المرء لنفسه هو أن يجدها. أن يخلق مرسى لترسوا عليه أفكاره بين تخبط أمواجها و أن يحتفظ ببويضاته العذراء ليلدها

Just like a small piece of wood can
clog a hole,
the youngest child becomes a dam,
stopping the flood,
rescuing the boat.

But I do know about our mutual dream
of holding hands
to face a cruel world that won’t feel too cruel