Being optimistic words
hitting chords drowning
  Overboard smooth sailing
     Poetic-  words
    Reassuring
                        believing
  Time moves on being

             Hopeful*
   Fresh start  makeup
             Achieving
   Tea-  Rose colored
     Big city- crowded
   Scattered-love tainted
But he has you in his arms
  Before you fainted

      Animation  
Love 3D promising
Relationships
Can be poisoning
  Missing family
    Divineness
    Ma- Ma Da Da
Smile when your heart is aching

I Gotcha  mind and body
    
What's inside two
hearts beat or breaking

      I  Gotcha!
Love in the making
 
    Oh! Susanna
Won't you play a beat
Banjo on his knee

Politician I -Gotcha
Ha -ha
Crimes and leaks
New technology
Longevity - Global
Mentality Longevity

A fake world or true- reality
*       *       *    
I- Gotcha

Now! give me Starbucks Matcha- Latte

There is something wrong about
The way i breathe
The way my lungs fill
The way the air leaves

There is something wrong about
The way we kiss
The way your eyes roll
The way i choke on this

The atmosphere tastes sour
Like a papercut
and
The taste on your tongue
Isn’t foreign
But that doesn’t mean it’s welcome

There is something heavy about
The way you’re numb
The way you’re ******
So you can be with someone

Either

Opt...2 roads i have a choice...
Option...

Can i raise my voice....
My conciouness...
Talking...

Should i trust him cause am him...

Either...
That's another route....
With different signs...
I need yahh...

As i lose myself.....
In the mist darkness....
Can you hear my words...

These words teach yah....
Cause they are the world..
Scripture...

I ain't a preacher...
But am the last prophet...
I have been here.


Wither

My soul...dry...
Drought change season position...
Like pieces of a draft....

I doubt...the pen in my veins...
It carries alot of secrets pains...
Its the 14 day..
Observing the periods....

******* cycle repeat...
Is this my defeat...
I wither...
Lose all i had dehydrated...
Probably my soul in stilled in society and social media hatred...

Comment... that's my last moment....
Sweat and tears...
My own body
Wither...from decision taken either

-kay🌹
Aka...🕊️-son of lee-dia-🕊️

Feast or famine.
The dry summer or monsoon season.

It’s not as though he had
murdered me.

That would be easier to
prove. There would be

no hiding
the blood of it.

And how I did bleed—
years later,

red all over it.
Improper.

Fuel for the fire.
Combustible.

But nothing trembles
as I weigh the being

of my existence against
what stoppage.

Order or chaos.
Black or white.

What has been spoilt
rotten can never be

golden. These are
the questions I ask myself:

Am I loved? Do I
love? Can I love?

While there is the story
he tells himself, reassuringly:

It was just ***.
It was just ***.

If you’re having trouble discerning
whether specific discourse is satire or stupidity

keep in mind if it’s one of those
then the other version of that probably exists.

I touch your skin
with my mouth
I inhale your soul,
your essence is the heart
of the morning breeze
upon my lips
I am set alight
burning after your horizon
my petals pulsate
until I slump inside your chest
I am the sunflower
you are my fire
I follow you like mist
meets the sun
with me
it's all or nothing.

In the morning before work
I sit on the floor and pretend
that it’s dirt. I look out the window
and pretend that it’s church.
That gods of the earth and sky
and space all did their research
in collaboration to be sure
that today is worth it.