You have the waves of the sea writ on your skin—stretch marks.

I want to rip your clothes apart—exposing in front of me the one I desire to see
Bathed in golden hue sunset sky
Until the vanilla twilight, I die.

From dusk to dawn, spare me my endurance
Abstinence no more. But I want more.

I like it raw. It penetrates my skin from the inside.

i’ll just suffer in the unknown tonight
hey, it’s what i deserve

Woken up from a dream,
the world the same
as it’d been left
My bed still creaks,
The sky still rains,
The birds still scream my fading name
My heart still beats,
My legs still break
I’ll burn to death in the wildfire
And wake up,
Still the same.

Life is not a pageantry—we need no rubrics and criteria for judging.

Life is not a race—that no trophy or plaque, medals or cash gifts ever won.

Life is meaningful.

What I want
impoverishes me
what I don't
makes me rich-- truly!

like rubber band planes
all ready for the take off
they get you wound up