The ghost of my childhood is lingering around the wave of impurity. The more I imagine, the more I drown in my own misfortune.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 8:25 PM UTC
He is what people define as "virus"
A viral sin of a deathly love
For what he desire to love,
Longing to touch,
He longs for a man.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
We are a mere mortal
Two fates in a maze
Our love was hallowed by Eros
The blind, yet aimed his bow
Right through my essence
Right through your essence
Our passion was bound by Aphrodites
Two doves nesting
Two swans in Narcissus pond
Channeling the energy in our rite
Tragedy,
Mortal forbade the sacrament
We seek to endure the fall
Becoming stars,
As we cross one another
In an boundless interrior
Of our abode.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
A myriad of inscription
The bereaved, the monumental stone
The moss, the forgotten
The unforgettable misconduct
"Here lies, the carcass of a man,
Mistreated and misread,
A haunting hollow cadaver,
Put to rest, hereby a pest."
When the bell rings sephia
He was a standing stone man
Treading the black ooze of norms
Walking, swimming
Breathing and drowning
"I am not a *****
Not a ***** of eyes
Take me as I am,
A belittled man in a straightjacket."
"I promise one thing,
Not an eternal curiosity,
But a happiness
Inside this monochromatic eyes."
They cut the jacket
Releasing a specter, the blue one
Which they had, they should
"The book told us to" they said
Thus, the story ends
Implying the rudimental humanity
"Bound by fate,
Parted by human."
The two last line etched in gloom.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
The garderner spread the butter on her bread,
The wind gently sways her golden hair,
The joyful maiden with a butter bread and beer
All those moments gone as the master said,
"Could we cultivate lives on this land no more?"
She said,
"No master, they spread their ecstasy. The soil has gone addicted, they have gone addicted."
The master contemplated,
"Was it that plague?"
"Yes, greed and ideology. The poison of soil and soul. Mix them together and the blood spills."
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
I went back
But, my mind wandered
Off to seek a haven
Where this pieces would fit
Those were the only days
Where I was a statue
And not a godforsaken flesh
In a straitjacket
Parents,
Are the place where you go
As a storm coming in
Heading your way
Wreaking you over,
Bashing your reality,
Being an acid in your little lemon life,
They are the white limbo
You heart wants to go
Are not they?
I am at the place
Where I gauge the years to empty
Where it is dark
Where it is white
Where no roses grow
Where no crows caw
Where my heart vacant,
A kenopsia
(Turning the page)
(I turn the page)
What is home?
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
I am a debris
Of what you built inside that
I prayed for eons
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
Breaking my reality,
When I thought of a place in this plane
What is sane?
The scarcity of sanity,
Is a question to humility
A cosmic understanding of the Grand Land
When I am dimensionally an infinitesimal being
I shout at my face,
Where is my place?
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
I found him
Amidst of ignorance
And murmur
"Oh my god", one said.
My heart trampled when I saw him
I was broken...
Left behind on a big mess,
Ignorants entangled with their egos,
A creature,
A small creature
Pure
Innocent
Alone
And wounded...
He was terrified
I looked in his eyes,
"Could you please help me?"
"I am all alone."
I saw the gleams
The lonely gleams...
The same as mine...
I tucked him on my temple,
Wounded and alone,
We went to the clinic
A white, man made blocks
It was not a mere ********
It was the savior of us.
I lie him on the table,
A silvery, metal table.
Someone tall in white appeared
A kind tone of him said,
"What has happened?"
And there, I put my story
A heartbreaking story masked by my cheery tone.
He is a big boy now
A big yet young golden haired pup
Joyful, kind, and warm creature
Lucky,
As my second self told me
I named him.
Loneliness bound us
To get through this harsh plane
Kindness is what he taught me
Everyday, in every life...
In kindness and loneliness we bound,
I miss you buddy...
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Hourglass he holds
Engraved "TIME" on the woods
He walks, door to door
Without any odor
Unwanted
Yet
Tired
I welcome him.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC