Clear water serenely waves
                towards the shore
In your hands you hold a book
                filled with Mystical secrets
and as the sun goes down,
                         you read on
as the sky quietly turns
                            from pink to crimson
                     over the calming blue sea...
Rushing waterfalls
                  gush forth
                  from a tall silent mountain
         the outpour
                                     of water
right into the open mouth of the sea.
You sit on the sand, lifting your hands
                       to heaven,
folding your legs
             into a Padmasana position of wisdom
You get that feeling that you have finally,  
                   arrived !

Wrapped in morning frost
In time, love frozen amidst
Drift near warm season

staring into the abyss, i heard some voices gentle
so i wandered into the forest, to follow those voices
followed the stairs that led
                                          deeper
            ­                                         and
                                                           deeper

but my investigation brought me to a halt
the voices turned into screams and screams into howls
and suddenly the dark clouds obscured my eyes

saw a mammoth wall painted  in murals
in red, with memories and faces of people
a sudden pour of rain brought them to life
and they began to chase me to tear me
                                                              ­ piece
                                                           ­             by
                                                 ­                            piece

in the disbelief i closed my eyes
to make sense of what i had just seen
the light was ahead but far from the reach
suddenly all echoes disappeared in the haze

stuck in a maze,
a cycle of repetitive events
wish it was just a flicker
but this feeling is chained around my neck

She raised her glass
to a space of fragrance
gifts of perfumers and chefs
bees for our banquet.

"Tonight we dance."

Her glass rose
and so did theirs.

"Outside this stained window
lose specs forced to shake
water flushed from the sky
as if migration made it light.

Zeus and Thor collude
against our dinner feast
abhorred by its stature
green isn't color that fits.

Nevertheless,
tonight we dance."

And her glass rose again
with them cheering it.

"Youth flee their lessons
burdened with pesky
and serious concerns
long past their tender.

For what of their guardian,
exhausted will she manage?
the pilling of warnings?
of crossroad endings?

Regardless,
tonight We dance."

And her glass rose again,
they're lost at her turn.

"Broken close their eyes
to their fate and its price
they planned for luck solely
but got struck instead.

Their doctors prescribed
but held was their fund
for useless is the mallet
to the insurance wallet.

Anyway,
tonight WE dance."

And her glass rose again
but gone was their wit.

"Looking-in hands implore,
forsaken howl at our spoils
like wolfs without a den
or a pack to take them in.

They'll surrender to the rain
and recoil to any found dent
of this majestic construction
to remind'em where they stand.

All the more reason,
TONIGHT WE DANCE!
Because we can!"
And she gulps the wine.

Slowly the stunned room,
in its palpable gloom,
was silently emptied.
The extravagants gone.

"Good, only I remain,
let it linger just the same
in their spoiled brains.
For we alone hold the chains."

i have decided that since i personally write a lot that i dont end up liking, that i would make an account where i share my thought process behind all my "bad" poems. the ones that dont flow, or make any sense whatsoever.

i want to work on how i view my own writing but i also want to improve my writing. i want to have this as an escape whenever i feel down but i also would like to be able to write well when im bored or even for schooling.

i take constructive criticism and i want to hear your thoughts and opinions about my own thoughts and poems. and my second account allows for that.

im aiming to be more vulnerable on there and i will not edit the pieces before they're uploaded.

because life is messy and my writing is allowed to be. no ones writing is perfect. theres always going to be something you can do to make it flow better. atleast in my opinion.

so im hoping this all makes sense and that my second account can be a helpful place in a way.