Shivers down my spine
I try to be true
To myself, and wonder,
Where is the line
And what is under.
Crumbling my words
Away like the wind,
Nothing else was there
But flowers and birds…
… Even to begin.
My senses flow
Like free strings
Full of glow
Which the sun
Brings.
Awake, I am now,
Of those foolish dreams,
Only with my mind to allow
The fest of the silent screams.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Fly, Fly free balloon…
My romance has just bloomed,
I’ll grab you with my hand
As if you were a piece of land.
Now you are locked
On my precious park
To remember the sweet
Times, that were never once dark…
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
My back hurts whenever I bring myself to the loom
of this endless dramady.
Oh, the worrisome land of the finger-less sensations,
why do you not surrender to the fantasy.
"I will tell you nothing, my boy."
You will need to guess this out by yourself,
it is time for you to bring your thorns
and get out of this fall, full of exciting gores
that one day will hunt your future.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC