And i wrote this :
Dark art has it's own
spark. Flowers in skulls
have brave hearts.

The way they grow out
from death.

The way they fight to
survive and bloom into
sunlight.

Fascinating the living and
the dead with the way
they grow through the
holes where eye *****
should exist.

They get to have a vision
of their own before
decomposing and turning
to ash and dust like
skeletons under their silver
grave stones.

Isn't courageous of them to experience life from
someone who's dead ?

As their roots cover every
inch of bone on the human
skull.

Growing stronger than
never before.

Bursting into life and
colours instead of fading
out into the black
and grey* ~

Just keep breathing
Just keep smiling

They'll never suspect

Just keep talking
Just keep laughing

They'll never know

Just keep crying
Just keep bleeding

They'll never see

Just keep hiding
Just keep hiding

No, stop falling

You can't let the suspect
You can't let them know
You can't let them see

*Oh no,
She's gone

•

I opened my eyes,



                                               And I saw you there,



                                                    ­ Smiled,

                                             Held my hands,

                         And carried me in utmost gladness,




We wandered in the seashore,

                      With our nonstop anecdotes,

                                        Your laugh,

                      Is like a wonderful orchestral euphony,

That always made my day so worth living for,





                         Then we stopped by and sit,

                         And observed the beauty of the sunset,




TOGETHER,




                                  ­                                                            Then­ with atonishment,

                                                   ­                       You gave me yellow flowers,

                                                      W­hich I truly love and adore,

                               Then I saw your eyes scintillating in gaiety,

           When you saw my smiles and teary eyes,




          I can't help but cry,

When you expatiated to me,

               For hours,



                                            About how much you loved me,

                                                            ­          And cared so dearly,  

                            Then promised to keep all that you've declared,




         That we will build future together,

                                  In the presence of our God,

And our future siblings,



I hugged you tight,

             You kissed my forehead,

                      And whispered love unto my ears,






We act lying together to gaze upon the stars,









But suddenly,








       You slap me hard,

                                       'Cause you said there's mosquito on my cheek,

And was awake!







                                                 ­        I realized,



That I am only dreaming,

In my dream.





                          © Earl Jane
                            ♥ E.J.C.S.