(a tanka)
My lovely sweet pill,
In this ocean you're my gill.
In dull you're my thrill
Always knew a dose could ****
But willing to do it, still.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
All is well but then you walked
And swept in like a wind
Once uncluttered
Now messy-piled
Once a greyscale county
Now a lit-up scenery
Once a lit-up scenery
Now a greyscale memory
I loved this guy once
Blew everything in it's place
Walking in without effort
And left
—with ease.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
The sun struck his sleeping guise
Making his features glow
Gentle smile spreads on your face
With a hint of question how
Him being a desire in the past
The same him in your arms now
As the sun struck your sleeping face
How waking makes you chest ache
For in your dreams he's still yours
But in reality all he left you—heartache.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
what i once thought
is life serves best,
those who come first
and life taught me,
you may be first
and still be hurt
for once i picked
your lock to see,
i cannot be
—your loving key.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
(a tanka)
Cruel realm indeed,
This cold, marble land we breed,
With mishaps of greed
In dreary torture, we bleed
—Wretched souls to feed.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
There's this place
Where you can be anyone,
Anything, even
Princess or a Prince
Santa even Pan
Flying with the stars and moon
Where you'll meet the nicest ones
Down to Satan's closest relatives
A place where lying is permanent,
Being fake is constant
Where you can cheat reality,
And fool yourself endlessly
And this
—My haven.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
She loved how he traced her freckles,
Connecting those tiny blemishes with his fingers
Patching her pieces little by little, her precious tinker
And he loved how she never knew,
How he memorized them and traced Andromedae like a tatoo
Picking her chains, hoping to unclog her soon.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
I was asked how
To forget a person you know
Down their deepest core
Up to every small gesture,
From those lethal touch
To those addicting smooch;
I answered, you can't
You may press delete
But your mind will always
Find ways,
Backing up deleted memories.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
For a girl who writes
Body filled with fresh-picked scabs
Brand from you, as price
You melted her ice,
Taking a sly aim and stabs
Severing a splice
She forgave you twice
Nick, slit and **** you gave thrice,
Gives you one more chance.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC