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
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
Infectious diseases
are destructive
like muddy people
bandage with
decorative gift wrappers.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
you see,
bended knees at twelve
buckets of liquor
and doubts
they see,
love was just a sin
and only just for two
but still,
why the heart
let to cull a two
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
A full load canvass
Carried with pain and sorrow
Yet has lovely smile.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC