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I am a master of disguise moving in open sky.
Maybe you will see me as princess walking cross sky,
or a lion jumping through hoops golden from sunlight.
Perhaps, I’ll be a flying pegasus moving through rainbow,
or a heart throbbing in the wind.
Conceivably, I could be a bird gliding with a flock of winged beings on their way to tree tops.

I am indeed a master of disguise. I am a cloud.
inspired by walking in the clouds
 Apr 2017 poems in the clouds
pia
I look at you
I see the sea
calm waves of you
gently caressing me

I see the ocean
in your eyes
I'm drowning
they're pulling me in

deeper

and deeper

I don't look away
that was my mistake

the ocean was beautiful
it was a magical sight
but I couldn't breathe
and I couldn't swim
but you seemed nice
it looked right

you looked right

and suddenly
there was no more air
I was sinking
my lungs ablaze
every drop of you consuming me
hurting me
I closed my eyes
I couldn't see how nice it was
you felt wrong

the ocean killed me that night
but if I would've knew
I might
have never looked into those eyes

so beautiful

but wrong
I loved the ocean but it didn't seem to learn to love me back
 Nov 2015 poems in the clouds
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

— The End —