I met her on a summer's infancy,
when she was blissfully pretty and full of melancholy,
We were both lost souls,
seeking purpose on where and when.
Suddenly she held my hand,
and gave a pensive and innocent smile,
I suddenly submit - I don't know why
but it was feeling that felt so good,
even heaven is not enough to describe
After a long walk,
We were in a event,
they call it "Matsuri",
it was vivid and colorful, and happy,
but I ponder, "why here?",
and suddenly - I understand why:
She was sending me a sublimal message -
Life's purpose was to enjoy the vivid colors,
not to submit on earthly necessities one too many.
Finally I grab her close,
and we were inches apart,
I embraced her warmth and cried,
because once in my life - I may not find a purpose,
but I found a reason.
Thank you.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
I carry a rose
A beaut among the thorns;
I carry and carry
for the love I bear dearly.
Oh my journey was painful,
through storms and droughts I go,
I care not for calamity,
I care only for my noble journey;
But alas,
The rose,
Once red, now withered brown,
the green stem now a dry lump of a stick,
and the leaves dried and flew with the wind.
But I care not,
I place it down,
I place it down from where you've rest,
Then I as well, took my rest.
And with my deed done,
I shook my head and left,
And I left the rose from where you've rest,
But I know to myself,
and to the coming times I tell,
I carry a rose,
And it was beautiful like you.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
In the meadows of green pasture,
I saw a maiden fair and blue;
As I take a step, she does as well,
We were always a fret away;
When I finally approach her,
She gave me a soft moan,
speaking out from her *****
she told me these words:
"Young man, you have delved too far;
'Tis is not your place, nor is mine.
But if you wish to join me on a ride,
then take my hand, we shall head for the sun."
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
She told me not to worry.
But I worry lots.
She told me she was fine.
But
she
was
not.
She told me she was alive.
BUT
SHE
WAS
NOT.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
Because you made my heart skip a lot,
Because you are my smile when I frowned.
Because you, Because you, Because you.
I can't get you out of my head,
Why is that you are my weakness?
Your curse has captured me;
Now I've fallen for thee.
Seize me
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?
Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?
Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?
No...
I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.
Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
In goes my heart,
Here I turn the ****
Pop!
Out goes your love,
Enveloping me with your warmth
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
White and Fluffy,
Cold, but embracing
The dream,
The nuisance,
The beauty
Yet, I can't find it here.
It's cold
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
I wanted to say this with all my heart,
But I just can't because we're miles apart;
I don't know how to make it work,
Just because I'm not ready to show.
Deep in this joyful mask of mine,
Is a picture of a woman sad and tired;
You try to capture me with all your might,
But alas, my angst implanted to this mind.
I'm sorry, I'm not there when you were lost,
I'm sorry, because I was an excuse for a girl;
I'm sorry, when I could not do nothing,
And all I did was sit and wait.
So before we depart once more,
I made you this special piece I wrote;
For I have created this with the truest of words,
I hope that you would find joy.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sugar, flour milk and eggs
to start the greatest thing I made.
Butter, cinnamon and vanilla,
to make them smile with delight.
A little bit of this and that,
and its ready to bite.
From the humble kitchen I made
to the hearts of those who would taste.
I am sweet like my cupcakes,
But I am shy to say them by myself.
But I tell them by my craft,
And they know my love is soft at last.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC