Daisy, it's strange how you become a
flower crown. Soon I will forget where I
put you, although it is always and all the
time on my head.

Forget me not, my chest can no longer feel
the hurt of longing. It was not a longing at
all from the first place, the place where we
stay but do not know each other.

Red rose, you wither, I notice. Now say,
isn't it useless for both of us to keep
changing the water in the vase? Some said
ice cubes would help, but it's been too late.

Jasmine, is it the whiteness or the scent of
the warm tea? I thought of growing you but
I am currently staying in a kind of cold
dorm and you may have some hypothermia.

Soil, and minerals, I would not glorify you
like that. You are no longer a God, I cut the
string connecting you and my lovely earth.
You are just a part of the world, a mere citizen.

*[The geographical errors are still there, not
here anymore, but the roof and all the nice
things we built are now a ruin. But that's it,
really. Let's discuss the opening hours.]

You make me feel like a pet snake or some precious stone
While all I really am is a warm, feathery thing with a heart, beating.
These two small wings,
I'd rather fly and be shot during my flight
Than be a flattering cold and be put in your fancy drawer

Death,
Don't die.
Let's have ice,
Or fire.
What's your,
Favorite flavor?
It could be,
Strawberry,
Or coffee.
But first,
Let's answer that,
Telephone call.
Or it could be,
Mango or,
Plain skin cells.
But first,
Don't forget to,
Lock,
The window and,
The that door.

Tightest of all
Clenching teeth
Belly pain

Sautéed olives
Glossy pull it out
Not minded ******

Beg them be gone
Sleep less read more
A lousy writer

Smoky head,
I know you are in there,
Holding breath,
And dusty lungs,
I find myself choking,
Remnant crushed seeds,
Angelic jasmines,
Dried lake,
Emeralds and rubies,
A shot robin,
Melted gold in blood vessels,
Precious floats,
Molten stars your tears,
Teeth o moon's dreams,
Price less in fool eyes,
I once was blind and still,
Cannot feel.

My belly screams
like a chili,
its tear tidy,

Shower seems so teenage-like
as if I have another acne on
my chin,

Eyes open, wide, blinking
is illegal yet everyone claims
to be suicidal,

My baby bear, Goldilocks
actually had black hair,
long, in a braid like Rapunzel,

Please climb the tower
and meet me, meet
my paint, my paint,

Typos are what make
us human, the chest
has found its old self,

Aching in joy of paint,
once upon a time there was a fan
of hurt lived in a canned rainforest.

I like to see your hand
as a bridge, above the rushing river,
crossing a waterfall.