i never knew your nape would be this interesting
as we are sedated by a soothing wind
your hair bounces in symphony
your shoulder droops in zenithal charm
everything about you is an epitome of bait and fascination
your back facing me makes you my silhouette
my ethereal i believe is just one arm's reach
im lost in myriad just to tell you this crazy
from the back of the moon and stars your back will always be my crave
but could you please face me now
and tell me what your heart says?
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
Stop! Stand there in that yellow line
That line, yes, painted in yellow
Extending relentlessly in horizontals
Dividing our world and will keep me away from you
Now I can see you, and so do you
You are just 10 steps away from me
But 1 more step and you'll break that line, which is yellow
No, not the yellow line, your shoes should not touch its edges
Oh my poor yellow line
Just an old habit, intoxicating myself in the wonders,
Now I wonder, wondering if once you stepped in that yellow line
You might see the oddities of my world revolving in solitudes
Plain gray celestial bodies and dull stars
It's simply really boring there you know..(while shoulders shrugging)
My way of stopping you is such an abomination! Diabolicaly unacceptable!
Causing this whole fiasco to be more catastrophic, you can rebuke me if you please
How could I? Forgiveness should not be given right?
Its too much to be deserved by the person behind those yellow lines which is not you
Now you are walking away
I'm just there gazing at your back then back to my precious yellow line
I just noticed now, why does the flute i'm playing produces no sound?
It looses its voice, must be broken for the first time
No, not in the melancholic blues again
I've been too much indulged there
Maybe I should paint my moon green?
A touch of blue in my sun,
Then a little red in my stars
Orange in the asteroids then
Rainbows in the planets
Of course, yellow in my whole universe
Now it's so bizzare and confusing but I love it
But nope not to call him back
Nor the other shoes to step on that yellow line
No shoes should touch my yellow line
Now, there i'm sleepy but before that I just realized,
Monsters inside you simply be awaken and unleashed through playing with poetries
And again, the line which is painted in yellow
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Girl sitting in the quarter moon
Foot dangling back and forth with a rhythm
Her hair blowing alluring the south monsoon
Fine lines and curves with grace in such precision
she saw her reflection in the calming blues of the sea
Through the vivid light of the lonely moon
Humming under the night sky that endears causing to lull
Swooning stars that gazes such beauty from afar
Shed all the splendour of her grace
As fine silks caress her porcelain skin
She lets her finger tips to kiss the nothingness
Fine lips with such curves, why so enticing?
Drowned by the musical eerie silence
She started to dance tiptoed in the lips of the sea so calm and peaceful
She turns around with such elegance
And flies like a delicate feather swaying in poise
Sweet beautiful ballerina,
Dancing under the moonlight
Deep shallow breathing
Giving delight, takes a bow under the heavenly bodies
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Hidden in the shadows bright light
burning red such beauty in sight
Torch-flames in the passionate air
mesmerized by his dancing flare
Darkness fall with scornful thunder
glowing dimly as an ember
caressing heat could still be felt,
making this ice to smile and melt
must not touch the fire they all say
for it could lit a single hay
simply fire and ice can't collide
we could vanish so must abide
Burning coal could slowly go low
could vaporize the winter snow
my passionate fire, holding tight
calming heat with all might
trembling ground of the frozen river
the heart of ice seems to quiver
like olaf said that i adore,
"some people are worth melting for"
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC