whatever horrible situation
people put you (me) through
do not worry dear sailor of mine
for you (me) will soon eat fruits
of karma and the universe.
maybe few gods and goddesses
will get their hands ***** in
your (mine) garden preparing
the soil for you (me) to grow.
even angels could be by your (my) side
flapping wings whispering quietly
you (I) should pay attention
to all the signs
universe
is showing us.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
you rugged old sailor
get lost in the sea
let your ship break
if it's meant to be
drown, sink to the bottom
let vastness of the ocean consume you
then you'll realise
that you have to drown first
to be born again
amidst salt sand and waves
now come to the surface
breathe with your lungs cleansed
and your soul cured
by the powers of the abyss
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
they say when you put your finger into the sea
you're connected to the whole world
but when i touch your skin...
i feel like i'm connected to the whole universe
to every atom in your body which was once a part
of some other being, some other thing
star, water, air, earth, animal, human
and when i think about it more and more
seems like i'm attached to you because
maybe - just maybe - some atoms in my body
were once part of some other being,
some other thing, along with yours.
and i believe more and more in carl sagan's quote that
"we are not figuratively, but literally stardust."
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
i know there is a little spark
of your love for me still in your heart
you should know that my heart burns
you set it on fire with your words, hugs and kisses
and that love you set fire to it will never be put out.
i want that love to burn us to the bones
and cleanse our souls
from pain and negativity
from fear and misery
so our love can flourish and bloom once again
just like plants bloom on the burnt soil
after the forest fire, young, fresh and pure
and they grow, grow and grow to become
big, tough trees putting shadows over
every problem we will encounter
because no problem will ever be bigger
than our love.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
after four years of loving Him,
i have finally gotten over Him
in just two gorgeous months spent with You.
and now He wants me back
but i don't want Him.
it's too late for us, He had waited for too long.
now he suffers just like i did for four long years.
i build a three story home
inside my heart for You,
next to a river of my blood,
river flowing through my body
near the forest of my veins and arteries.
and there is no room for Him.
only for You.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
i walk down the street alone
through the crowd early in the morning
wishing you were beside me
so i could show you all the small things that make me happy
and i'd feel my heart is heavy like it's made of lead
because you're so near, yet so far
i can't get to you, i can't make you happy
you have to find happiness in yourself
then you will be able to love me back
to tell me that without hesitation
and we will be able to be happy together.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
you will always be on my mind
you will always be every one of my thoughts
you will always be what i have been looking for
you will always be someone i never want to let go
i want you to be happy
to find peace within your soul
to realise we can have it all
to come back to me
i am thankful for meeting you two and a half years ago
for every precious moment we had had
for your smile, laughter and provocations
for every virtue and every flaw of yours
i pray for you every night and day
for you to be content with yourself
for you to find what you are looking for
for you to realise you are worth all of this pain i feel for you
you will always be the one who changed me.
i want you to be the one who will change me once again.
i am thankful for you who succeeded to change me.
i pray for you to be the one who will change for me.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
why do i always
fall in love with broken people,
thinking i can repair
them - their hearts, their minds...?
i want to fix them.
i pour molten gold out of my heart
and into my hands.
i burn them with it so i can
repair their cuts and put their broken pieces
back together...
but for them, it's hard to say that they're beautiful,
even after they had been broken,
even after i've poured all of my molten gold out of my heart
and burned my hands to blood with it
trying to put them back together.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
silence so loud
but not awkward at all.
it's kind of enjoyable to sit there
next to your grave
just like i was once sitting next to you
in your hospital room.
at least i know you're at peace.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
just like the long distanced supernovas
the deceased people cast their light upon us
years after they're gone
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC