don't kiss this devil
it'll burn, it will torment you.
stay with angels' lips.

Take me somewhere nice,
where I can scream and not be heard;
cry and not be seen.

Take me somewhere
I can pour the pain,
spout these nonsense to the drain.

Take me somewhere I can sink,
vanish within the abysmal depths
of never ending sapphire;
where decay is a fable of forsaken
times

Take me somewhere nice,
where Death is but a whisper in
the receding breezes of Time.

I am a walking disorder,
what I touch I break.

Darkness tends to illuminate the meaningful
bits we seem to forget with the constancy of
light which makes us blind from the blaze
of all beauty and imperfection;

but it is only in the solemn moments we
remember what truly matters, thus it casts its
shadow over the things that blinds us and serves
as a memento of the significant when grief engulf us.

She left in the blosoming of sprigs,
in the blooming of my Spring.

When I left her I thought her silly
and misunderstood the dichotomy of
our farewells.
Shame on her for she meant forever.

She left my knitted blanket ripen,
without a last "I love you" as a reminder
on my part.
Both our intentions withered.

And now my Spring has turned barren-
How ironic for time to end a life
at the sproutings of mine.

Farewell, my rosy weather;
may the breeze of the daffodils sway you to a Summer land.

Nobody takes a photo
Of something they want to forget.