made sharp flats
painted cats
burned some fats
cleaned my past
spilled my guts
passed my class
so I can ask
How are you?

One sunny day, she’ll call you up
Bring you strings, a pick, a strap
Have I told you i wrote a song?
Though you always mute, you make me long

You’re a six o’clock to seven
Yet in my analogs, you’re bursting
While I’m a four o’clock to five
At my zenith, singing

How magical i still can hear
The colors, the melody, it’s real!
Would you mind to share your years?
With a song that brought me smiles and tears

I’ll fold then I’ll press
My roots of success
I’ll hold then I’ll throw
I’ll fly then I’ll fall
Yet I’ll pick me up
And toss me up again

Above the trees, above the seas
With the clouds that smile and give me peace
I’m breathing, I’m growing
Ready for take off! I’m living

Unyielding blaze on her nasty face
Her sapient ways over lonely days
Thump her then! What a fetching stimulant
She's just a kid, a tireless ignorant!

**** her twice, she'll get up thrice
Eyes on prize, as she cracks wise
Dear queen of fast track lanes,
Can you stop winning all these games?

Nonplussed, bemused
You’re veering without clues
Yet when i put shows, you’d watch
Your eyes on me, I’d certainly catch

I presume, I reckon, I suppose
You want me, so I’ll pull you close
Howbeit, no fair proof
Still, won’t swerve, won’t change my route

Why no huge words to affirm?
Empty, I’m sometimes draining
Just when I’m losing, I’ll start screeching
Use mind shift! Go fight this feeling

Hence, I’ll stay with or without conversations
My heart’s enthralled, I’ve never felt this emotion
As I’ve lost interest on everyone else
As I’ve returned my old books on my brittle shelves

For she has fought tooth and nail
And she’d still bite another bullet
Hey red-blooded, full of pep!
You’ve been hiding tears on every step
Going up or down, you’ll never know
Match that courage, just let it go

A modern day woman, would you call me?
A wild fervent against all and sundry
The mob said i deserve more, they always worry
Kinda late though, Look! I started already

A high bar set from my torn old letter
Would she even be someone better?
How far will this Pollyanna go?
Will I reap what i sow?

To be here
Firm, steady, not moving
To be here from where you planted me
Hoping, waiting for water
I might slowly dry, i might slowly die
Yet to be here for now’s the only way
Stakes are high, but i’d still say
To be here, come what may

Is that Crimson, Plum or Wine?
Tone of your frame, its shade, its line
I wanna know, i wanna see
And I’ll paint it, so you’re always here with me

My eyes through your eyes, can i gaze?
My smile through your glasses, can i stare?
I wanna know, i wanna see
And I’ll paint it, so you’re always here with me

Like glitter, i’ll always stick, i’ll always shine
i’ll write for you, i’ll make more time
Wherever you are, please know I’m fine
Talking to your portrait, the person who’s mine

I’d rather taste one bitter than eat sweets
Dolls that pull me and beg me, please
My withered leaves from same old trees
What to do with those blemished knees?

Mind’s wilted, so you came
Words you shower, make it rain!
Swear I’ll never go back again
To my petty, such paltry strain

There’s nothing more i can wish
Take me to nirvana, my perfect bliss
And we’ll blossom, we’ll bloom
We’ll grow, we’ll live, we’ll get there soon

An echt heart aching
A mistake, a misunderstanding
Clever with my own meaning
To forgive, to learn something

Imperfect dames, surely we are
Forgive us, world, for we’re way too far
As meat for our starving egos
As nosh for our black pitch scars

Come hold me, come touch me
Tell me, remind me, love me
We ain’t just our egos’ food
We’re smarter, we’re  brighter and we’ll be good

All time I’ve been looking,
One zealous, euphoric being
Is this real what i’m seeing?
A blue-dressed woman waving

Now, stumbling, now shaking
Tickled by her soul, I’m melting
So smitten that I’m making haste
Slowly please, just slowly chase

Short-lived smiles, fickle minds
Thou can’t choose, thou can’t pick
Y’all need this, you little freaks!
Fifty Nine, Sixty!
Now hit me up! I’m free!
Consume me, drown me
Time’s up? Almost! Hurry!

You’ll turn off the lights
You’ll lie next to me
You’ll whisper, “Pray”
We’ll close our eyes

I’ll thank, I’ll wish, I’ll ask
You’ll hear, you’ll listen
You’ll hug me, we’ll sleep
I’ll glow, I’ll live

I’ll turn off the lights
I’ll lie, I’ll pray
I’ll cry, I’ll close my eyes
I’ll glow, I’ll live, if you ever come back

Kinda disappointing:
Instead of motivating,
You’re accusing, you’re defending

Kinda rude and confusing
We can’t feel that we belong
On our own, we should accomplish
On our own, we should celebrate

All stately, all prime
She, who's steady, she who's fine
Heedfully, she's plodding
Yet impassioned, she's overwhelmed
Whilst covertly she's asking
Wherefore am i can't profess?
Abruptly, what's endless, she ended
Clueless, my own demise
To whomever i should be incensed?
Who would've thought she could?

We are artsy lasses with dorky glasses
On spurned kisses with tinny braces
On selfsame faces at lavish places
On kindred spirits in empty spaces

We, we are the bosses
Archi, we are everything I want
We, we are the bosses
Archi, we could be everything they want

Henceforth all shameful outbursts
Thenceforward my final death
Jilt, she made me play with fire
Wooed by appalling words she said

She, i ween, is no beautiful
She, i ween, is no enchanting
Yet, she is her dreamer, she is her art
Ergo since farewell, once deaf harked

After the dreamer, after the art
Sniffer cheated, sinner starved
Naked I mourned, naked I yowled
Lost faith from Agave, still fresh from the yard

Loosened strips, unfastened cords
Cloaked tawny petals you constantly hold
Eight Thirteen, by the park
Heading to Montevista, you showed your art

Oh crippled young wishful thinker
An acquaintance from her alter ego
You taste like sea and you glint like gold
You cried an ocean yet never left her floored

Come closer fake schuyler, come closer...
Stains from my cheek, the briny tang of Montevista
Smears from my agony, your sweet smell like tequila
Who killed this fondness? Who ruined this mania?
Answer me, answer me, Montevista!