Watch the quill dance her Waltz
spinning from a corner to another
dressed in a brides vail of feather
her trail of sweat drawing colors on the dance floor
painting mesmerizing as her puppeteer spins her around
but when the dance is over
and she takes her bow
only the nameless trails of her effort remains
no one will know the dancer
and only the puppeteer
gets a standing ovation
while the curtain closes her away
and she is casted back
into the wooden box she was summoned from.

I tilt my head in reassurance
for the flowers wilt and die
yet another will be risen tomorrow
and the birds again will fly
through dusk and dawn this cycle of life
predictable yet we are surprised
when I am born I didn't ask to be
and tomorrow I might die
but all is well for tomorrow
will come
and then the birds will sing again
and the flowers shall bloom in fragrance
and the sun will fill my heart
but the sun lived its last breathe
and its last flicker of light shone
as a mirage of a typical sunset
and a death with a hope for a life
and the planets crumble
and the moons decay
and tomorrows bud that will never bloom

My breath is soft but my heart is heavy
a tender child of another parent
lay still like a rock and as cold as the weather
the river is now red
her face went pale
my heart turned black
****** in the name of my people
did this child deserve to die ?
maybe I am tired
because all I see is my child
dead in my arms
rotting like a fruit
silenced from her usual laughs
and forbidden from smiling again
cradled to her slumber
by a twisted lulaby of my own.

******* yourself.

step1: start breathing

she brushed my cheek
and I felt like a child once again
she kissed my forehead
whispered she loved me in my ear
I froze in the chill of euphoria
I am now in love
with the wind that embraced me
is this not love ?
I don't know
she slips through the forests
sets course to the unknown
here I sit laying still as other winds pass
no air seeping through my lips would I consider a kiss
So as I still my dream that arose from tall fires
She will roam the earth kissing strangers
who wont remember her
or love her as I do

I ran towards the door
not so they could let me inside
I pushed through the crowd
not so i could buy
I thew a coin to the wishing-well
not because it was a transaction
I said nice things to my reflection
not for him to  reply
I ran towards the door
not so they could let me inside
I wanted to feel the option
to be kissed by lips
not the curb of the pavement
I hoped I knelt I prayed
I never asked for a reality
just the right to dream
for a reason to live isn't needed
when i can make a million reasons not to die

when the evergreen withers
to a winter unseen
her green turns ginger
and her lips turn faint
her feathered child dies with the chill
and the hollowed out home hums no merry tune today
she who kept the gleeful number quaint
she who broke the silence of the ached  
now lies timber on the fires of rage
slowly turn to orange ambers
that lit the night of a candle-less grieving