Wrap me with a painted canvas of warm sunsets,
My fingers move accordingly to its tunes,
My animalistic nature hunts for peace,
As every wood are my lovers,
Every stone is my protection,
I am the storm of catastrophe,
You should obey the law,
I am the tsunami,
I am the law.
The devil breeds by the loud preach,
Turning the heart of gold to stone,
As morality is a joke,
As my life is aging old,
I’ve seen your dark colors,
Sharpening my lands to the city of needles,
Since, young generation worships electricity,
Since, flora and fauna are only fantasy,
I let myself fallen into sick,
To let you foresee my disease,
To let you purify your sins.
Unfortunately,
I am the law and you against me,
This is a note to you,
Save me and I save you.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Shoulder to shoulder
Finger to finger
Thirst of love
Filled with love
Overflowing love
City lights in Eden
Caresses somewhere hidden
Streetlight kisses
Walking beside the blue river
Lured by the old architect
Under the lost city of Pompeii
French kisses in the quiet palace
Sinless pleasure
Singing beside asphalt
Down to the town
Of dazzle diamonds
Lovely dinner
Fulfilled the hunger
Ends at the train station
With no kisses
& heavy feeling.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
Horrendous hurricane
A resemblance of my storm,
Crevasse on my heart
Reveals my another disastrous form,
A body dwelling with two souls,
Schism ideologies,
Contrast personalities,
Continuous inner war,
Dying and reincarnate,
Until the right one win,
The others hibernating,
Temporary heaven insecure me,
A drop of hellfire disguise as water
Will drown me into a new war.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
The rain dance on my skin,
Just like impenetrable bullets,
A glimpse of beauty in lavender,
I am healed as I see it.
Soulless temple,
The serene grey sky,
I wrote an apology letter to myself,
I wore the black attire for my funeral,
To be healed,
To heal,
the restless soul.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
Two bodies intertwine to be one soul. You and she explore every curve that hasn’t been carved. Both of you are the sculptors, sculpting on each other flaws. Physical acceptance is what you both tame from the beginning. It flows well. Yet, the conversation of those eyes is out of intonation. Leads to perform old war. That tender hand begins to abuse God’s magnum opus, the sculpture. More aesthetic flaws divine it. Scratches and bruises. After one whole day as it feels like one decade of hell, you both doubt that love can bring infinite elation. Silent moment fills the room. Wisdom whispers in melodically rhymes. Suddenly, the man cracks the moment.
He asks “How are you? (I know you’re thinking of something. Tell me)”
She answers “I’m fine. (I wonder if this is love or lust.)”
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
Again,
the sparkles made from crashed ocean enlighten me the beauty of you,
I’ll hold your mask and drown it in the sea,
Pearls of oxygen shine under the blue moon,
I wish to see the true self of you,
Despite we could be the same element,
Yet different particle, different chemical,
Envision you, obsession turns to contentment,
The serenity of my restless soul,
Silk howl of your alpha desire,
I am willing to fulfill everything,
As long you hold my hand
and never let it go.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC