i wanna sail and sail
on horizon's port;
vista: fresh neat yellow scotch w/ old beef-red wine,
sometimes seems like
orange juice spilt over the sky and sometimes,
lumps of candy floss
of an orange colour dye.
Towering mast;
our blessed dilapidated boat;
~where slicked hair,
~arched eyebrows,
~dropped jaws,
~bulging eyes,
and sacredness sit;
lingered breaths and
two collapsing ribcages,
a place where sugared lips once kissed.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Be patriotic,
Patriotic be
Everyone,
You and me.
Heigh ** Shout thou.!
For thy land's song, for thy land's fair renown.
That man shall be as dark as Erebus,
whose ***** ne'er growled to return,
'That was my land, my dear native it was'
the one: ne'er hath this said, ne'er hath this sung
Such a man, through angel's marks,
would go down and deeper at the eventual phase;
Regardless of what he receives o'er there;
A tainted metal and deservedly disgrace
Be patriotic,
Patriotic be
Everyone,
You and me.
Heigh ** Shout thou.!
For thy land's song, for thy land's fair renown.
He'll hath high titles and seamless wealth,
selfish wishes shall ask;
Despite those medals, rewards and honours he will trip,
faltering and facing the blast
Thou don't be the one,
work for thy fair mother's renown,
incessant be,
or doubly die, with a fading pronoun
To the vile dust from whence thee sprung,
Unnamed, unhonour'd and unsung
You'll receive what you doth give,
To your mother, nature and kin
Be patriotic,
Patriotic be
Everyone,
You and me.
Heigh ** Shout thou.!
For thy land's song, for thy land's fair renown.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Sometimes be grateful for being ugly.
When you're ugly and people love you, you know they love you for who you are.
Beautiful people don't know whom to trust.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
My love,
My love from another star:
An Ode To My Breath,
My whispering chest,
holy sabbath,
my Gospel's lap
my Nichiren,
my Shivaay,
my Allah's disciple,
my blissful night:
the heaven which brassy day denies
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
My love,
My love from another star:
An Ode To My Breath,
My whispering chest,
holy sabbath,
my Gospel's lap
my Nichiren,
my Shivaay,
my Allah's disciple,
my blissful night:
the heaven which brassy day denies
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
It felt good. It felt good thinking about you slowly digging my neck deep with your tongue.
Thinking about you gazing deep into the ocean of my eyes and smiling upon my shoulder at the same time. It felt good thinking about you gradually waving your fingertips on the caramel upon my hair, telling me I'm beautiful. Thinking of you against my lips, smashing petal to petal.
It felt good.
The only thing that didn't feel good was,
the fact,
that I was thinking.
And only that.
:)
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
It's the end of autumn. And I don't have your arms to call home. And we're soon going to say goodbye, I know. For ever.
Isn't it interesting that during autumn, everything is so majestically beautiful even when everything is dying?
But, you are going. And, 'we' are dying. And nothing is beautiful.
Trust me, it's the end of autumn.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
Softly and gently, I swim him along
the frail whirlpool of a lie,
He visits like a lamp in the froth of cold
forward towards but shy
I remember to keep my palm onto the cold night's sheet
and tell him how his would fit in,
how every moment of my cold nights would burn
into the arms of his unconscious sin
I canst remember thy face though,
o love, was the dust of snow much.?
Swaying like a leaf in the wind of my poem
skimming on the foam of an immortal stream,
with his perfect structured fingers touching his evening cup,
he flutters like a laugh from the lips of a weeping dream.
A dream.
A DREAM.
O my.! Was this illusory?
Years of long closed eyelids imagining their perfect fit
The word exists the definition doesn't,
Dejection over fancies is dejecting
Perfection is straight where you find true love.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
Coral-black hair
plunging o'er his bold
shoulders,
lilac soft, nectar sweet lips:
which could be a flower moulder.
Dulcet whispers,
like a singing bird bed
And, after a smile
His beguiling, oyster-white teethset.
Two cinnamon-brown jewels melted onto snow
had the sparkle of 'Lueur d'espoir Petillante',
And a pair of his arched eyebrows which eased down gently,
to his black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes.
His dusky complexion would apprise me of
his never limiting sheen,
I just wish I get to visit this till the last blink of my eye:
A humanly divine paradise,
indeed.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Its so fortunate to have that 'someone'. Isn't it.? I mean, that someone who becomes the glimmer to your sparkle and the star to your dark.
I mean, that someone who calls you without asking and tells you stuff, no matter if it's during the scorch of 2pm or during the scar of 3am.
I mean, someone you can tease, troll and still get a 'I love you too' back.
I mean, 'someone' who is yours, and only yours.
I wish I had a best friend. I really really really wish so.
So, to all those who have,
you guys don't know how lucky you are.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC