I knew it's going to be Pyrrhic,
To be tempted by your velvety skin.
Eyes capricious, like the bonfire, lit in a bright chill mezzanine.
They whisper in the cadence of passion,
Flutter onto the distant sea,
Becoming the words of Siren.
Now my soul is poised for the precarious jump,
Into your vaporous maze,
Searching for rigorous salvation.
2020.6.2
EZ
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
a moment is enough for a life,
for life is nothing,
but a moment in slowed motion
which you display in the theatre
built inside your head.
you display,
as the prolog
of your journey,
you travel
with your eyes closed.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
Lightbulb melts the freezing air
Put it outside by the wall
Where the vine stretches tall
A book beneath the nightfall.
2017.8.13
EZ
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Dark night would fit this place
Dim sight would add something to this moment
How long have you been away from suffering?
As you are creating suffering to yourself now.
Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Flooding boredom
No chatty talking would sugarcoat this moment
I'm facing my decadent soul
And it's luminous past
How do I like the drowning I demanded?
2017.8.15
EZ
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
See the moon above you
Casting the remotest isolation
Which the drizzle is mocking with its infinity
Such suffocation you wish could fled
Your heart is an ***** of fire that longing to be set
The walking deads are boarding the coffin one after another
However landing like born once again
Would there be another silhouette of you
On the riverbank and beneath the shining moon
2017.1.13
EZ
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
I built a cabin,
we talked through night.
You said it's freezing,
with eyes shining light.
2016.11.24
EZ
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
*So........
take a step back
.......there......
take a look at yourself
......Are you still* alive?
2016.10.7
EZ
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
*Who are you to break into my dreams,
and stir my soul?
You are the truly beautiful,
that haunts me the most.*
2016.11.7
EZ
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
**Finn the Northwind is the son of gale and thunder,
he has cooling odour,
Stephanie the Greenleaf is the daughter of earth and water,
she has beautiful hair.
They met,by the river,after Finn decided to take a tour on seventeenth September.
They fell in love with each other with only one stare.
Finn caught Stephanie’s leer,
leaned over and kissed her,
Stephanie went blush,she required another,
But Finn howled across the river,
and gone nowhere.
She tried to find her lover,
by tracing his unique odour.
So she leaned over,
soon touched the ground…….
Their tale is whispered by the frozen air,
When it’s winter, take a tour outside,
and hear.
2016.8.30
EZ**
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
If the Highness is merciful,
then those who are haunted by the gold,
would be in happiness,
since they're numerous.
If the highness is brutal,
and we who seek those moments on our own,
How dare we call our lives a gift,
instead of they're pathetic.
2016.5.26
EZ
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC