Saturday Morning -
It's a little cloudy,
It's a little windy.

Text: We're going to get brunch
So get ready.
Thoughts: I'm hungry! It's getting late
and we have to go to a birthday party.
Baby. hurry!

Menu: I can't have anything heavy,
Me and my girlfriend were out yesterday.
To the lady: Strawberry crepes for me, please,
I'll also have a caramel macchiato, and...
Can you add a Perrier? Thanks.

Across the table: What is this moment?
It's not butterflies, there's no knots in my stomach.
I think it's love...it's definitely happiness...
This is straight out of a movie...

No, nothing speacial happened.
It was just a cloudy Saturday morning
But there was enough Sun to hit our window,
And I just couldn't believe
I was living that moment.

I shiver outside in this bitter cold.

My eternal fire is screaming in pain.

Demanding to be for once bold.

Painting the picture, beholding the frame.

As moss grows springily around the wild vapor of my heart.

Until death do us part I cannot bear to be apart.

I waltz in the rhythm of you but I cannot show.

All my feelings spirit and darkness trapped at the very fold.

Bullet wounds in the mirror but it won't break.

To you my dear, I cannot with take,  

Anymore of this rumble in my explosive bones..

One day the reality of calling you my own.

and just like that I was alone
the only painting with words
that was not admired by you

I can hear the bells ringing
The eulogy I've been awaiting
I can hear the choir singing
And the tales of my end circulating.

I can hear it all
But confined in this box
Unable to do anything
And the door locks.

Darkness is back
Nothing left but dirt and soil
Everything is black
And I have gained no mortal spoils.

The dog chewed
my Great Expectations,

of all the things to leave on the floor.

Not to say it's out of character

for me or the dog.

It's no surprise
that it happened.
Yet, I'm still left wondering:
What did I expect?

I am more broken than I seem to be. Because there is nothing to this goldening mask just lines of glass cutting through the ice of this soul. And it sits on my face to hide the pain. No eyes, not even my can bare to see. The mess that was once so clean. Angels Will never help my forgoten glow, it was lost in the sea cold. Now to I, death will never be old. Shall I be more broken than I seem.
By me

Rain,
You sing
In my lucid moment
Blissfully innocent
Your subtlety
I hear all night
Symphonic!
Through my glass window
Transluscent
As you enter my ear
Drum-ming, humming
Leading every drop
Winning, whining
My complete attention

I close my eyes
As it dims
My night opens
Unmasked the vividness
Of your reality
Through your fragrance
As it travels into
Deep tunnel of my nostril
grows softly
Wearing your smile
In a golden aromatic saffron
Or Asian ripe mangoes

You silently pour
My earth's tongue
sweetened with your lips
Thick, I kissed
in thirst of your wetness
I taste you
Red, lush and succulent
you were inside
my torso
I drink you
down to my hips
My thighs, my shin
turns over
Tears of joy drip
as I empty you
Spreading your moistness
Drowning my weaknesses
Arousing our existence
As you fall on my shoulder
Bare
Filling my skin
Sparse like trees
In dying forest
Sweating
Tossing, turning
I cannot sleep
Oh stop
Tickles my toes
I swear!
You were the same fellow
I've met
You just hit my ground
Not long ago
-Earth  (thankful to be moist again)

its all so mad.
eerie even.
truly knowing what it feels like.
to just.
waste away.
watching as the skin turns white as ash.
hearing bones creak like an old oak ship.
sailing its last league.
All the inner workings clash and mangle about.
seize and burn with every blinkless second.
after all the usefulness is emptied from the tanks.
it is left.
not even taken to a final resting place.
just.
left.
not even forgotten.
and as this ship that once carried many.
formed trust.
never faltered.
is now rotten with decay.
a disease of lasting raw hatred.
transmuting this once renown vessel.
into nothing more.
than a distant memory.