lights flashing from the outside
the moonlight ignites directly
to the jalousie
where I can find his pretty -
senseless face
I stood,
walks beside him.
and hear him chanting his favorite lyrics,
his favorite song,
his comfortable voice.
with his hands on my thighs
mine on his inked-arms.
we drink,
dream, watch the night.
save tonight
‘cause tomorrow
I’ll be gone.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
there's a nightmare with
the touch of yours,
grinning to my skin
yet the note of your voice
could dry the atrocity
of my soul.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
The Sun rises, it's a new day.
But nothing's new.
Different date but same atmosphere.
I had to wake up, not because the **** started to crow or the clock started to rang— never set an alarm either... But because of morning sunlight entering the room hits my eye, and I had to get up to close the curtain and to continue to sleep again; which I started for about an hour ago.
I get out of bed at 2:00pm.
Having a sip of coffee nor a slice of bread and cheese is out of my thought. Who would have had a breakfast at afternoon anyway?
I already misses lunch.
Because I'm dead asleep when my brother came into my room and tried to wake me for food.
All of them have already eaten, and the dishes are waiting for me.
Am I hungry? Perhaps... Maybe I'm too lazy to prepare my own food, or maybe I'm too exhausted... Too exhausted to live.
Nothing excites me anymore.
It felt like I'm a dead soul inside a living flesh.
I do often ask myself, why do these things happen?
Why do I continue living this sort?
Why am I still breathing?
Why I always fail to end it in my own hand for many times for which I cannot comprehend?
Is this the wrath they are saying?
And the Gods and Goddesses wants me to suffer for all the impieties I have made.
Maybe I was lucky.
A lucky ******* indeed.
Too lucky to live, too unfortunate to have this ****
Else I was just exaggerating words out of things.
Yeah, I'm not the only one who's in this boat.
Others suffer in their boot.
Tomorrow's another day, but surely it's not new to me.
Life's a wonderful adversary in a tough battle.
And I will surely lose— no one have ever won anyway. Maybe successful. But they all had their tombs.
It's a tough battle in which nobody wins.
But I will never let my guard down.
Death is not for me at this time.
But will surely come to me.
No... It will come for us.
They're just hiding in silence waiting for the right time to bite.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
As I lay alone
at the edge of a blue covered bed,
two index finger dancing in the air
I can see around me,
there's a thing
who finds a way
how can I see myself
surrounding with delicate flourish flowers.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
warm weather
brighter sunlight
unusual but
yet typical day
different kinds of
music to hear
but I can sing no more
can't utter words
but much phrases to speak out
the awakening tweets of the Scorpions,
are the only sounds to tell out.
And darling,
sorry, if I won't see you
tonight.
Maybe
this is not the time,
for us.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Two days before the year end
Two years ago you're wounded
Three hours of healing with hard drinks
and one whole day of starving
back then.
It hits you fast
and back thrice.
Isn't it good.
To see you two days from now
getting ready for another rough year,
holding words;
holy mother of all cats
I survived.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Would it be nice
If I have a chocolate cake
Placed to my casket corner
Red wine in its side
And while wearing a birthday suit
You are singing a lullaby
Would it be nice
While laying on my favorite bed
On the second day
You're having some cups of tea
Reading my last poem
And would it be
Nicer
If
I
Was
Born,
A furry cat
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC