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pa3que Feb 2019
wrapped up in caramel daydreams,
trying to resolve the screams,

down the windelstán, below,
is someone that he used to know,

one reached for a grip,
a one cold water sip,

but one could never hold,
as he was far too old,

nor old of age, nor old of gold,
but blood dripped down and it was cold,

thee chateau, a ****** mine,
crying crystals over wine,

given screams, now, louder tune,
mixing sugar with a spoon,

he can’t get them out his head,
wrapped, in bed he’s turning mad,

spiral staircase leads to cache,
he’s stabbed by guilt, gone in dash,

thee chateau still there remains,
screams still whisper, leaving stains.
pa3que Feb 2019
i danced with you in madness,
danced, because i wanted to,

i’ve had enough of sadness,
i took a breath, that was my cue,

you were standing there and talking,
talking to a guy in blue,

and i just started walking,
without knowing what i’m gonna do

you see i’ve seen in blindness,
but now the world is blind instead,

since when did clocks go timeless,
and why my cheeks are burning red

i know it’s you, the reason,
the reason why i think at night,

no, i couldn’t call it treason,
it’s you, for whom i’d always fight

we slow danced with the sparks,
kissed with eyes and met with soul,

but then you figured arcs,
and only told, a dance you stole,

with air you turned direction,
and like the rain you eased away,

now i weep at my reflection,
your dance was nothing but a play.
pa3que Feb 2019
what a rose,
he, henry.

what a rose,
with cotton thorns.

cotton touch,
and lips of wine,
how i wish
he could be mine.

what a glance,
his eyes of pine,
let’s share a dance,
please, don’t be shy.

a twist, a turn,
and down the hill,
it heats, the burn,
it always will.

what a rose,
a rose that’s bending.

bending,
with my every touch,

it is time i stop pretending
no one could carry disaster such.
pa3que Feb 2019
i ought to wake up
from this nightmare i’m in,

i ought to forget
the world that i’ve seen.

a bottle of saturn tears
in my hand,

ready to get emptied
on my every command.

she was who i shared
my dreams with at night,

now nights only trip
over fears that i hide.

we once danced in desert,
with sand in our eyes,

but she’s now in hiding
wearing a different disguise.

the stars cry
and milky way echoes.

i drank half the poison,
shattered my soul.

i weeped horizons
in your belonging.

  forgotten myself as
i’ve fallen asleep.

now you and i
  and stars remember.

    but new memories
   cannot be made.

   i’m leaving you now,
    alone, to surrender

     the past into nightmare,
that i’m living in.
pa3que Feb 2019
Lost in the sea.
          Lost in your eyes.
                     Lost in your love.
      
Am I lost in the depth of the         ocean?  

Waves crash against the shore. So are you the ocean, if I’m the shore?        
      
           I see a sea turtle.
A large one with a colorful glow.

It opens my eyes and I can see the life inside you.
                It’s bright.
                         And warm.

But when you wrap your arms around me, they’re cold and dark.  

      Are we like dolphins and lions?    
Different from so many perspectives and meant to stay apart.

      But again, the lion chases    
              dolphins, while they run.          
       And they do outrun him,       because the lion can’t swim.
     Because the lion will drown into
             the depth of the ocean.

So if I let myself drown and die for your love. Will you push me back onto the shore and let the lions, whom are so afraid of drowning take me.
          And tear me apart,
                     piece by piece,
                            part by part.
        And heart by heart.

I’m not the only one who’s afraid to let myself drown into a love of another.

     There will always be one ocean,    
              that lets you drown.
      And one that pushes you away.

      There will always be one shore,    
            that’s brave enough to try.  
     And one that will never get wet,    
          because it’s too afraid to die.
pa3que Feb 2019
I read about her somewhere.  
                 ...
   About a lady in a white bralette.

Always bloomed alongside the flowers, with a scent, that made you look at her like she’s one of them. She came into a life with the waves. Crashed into you like the ocean onto the shore. Her touch was feverish and her steps were light.

Like the falling leaves she tiptoed around you, danced with the flames and got you lost in her madness. The kind of madness, that makes you walk through the forest in the middle of the night. The kind of madness, that erases all gravity and lifts you high up in the sky. The kind of madness, that makes you drop sanity out of the palm of your hands.

But her unexpected visit was just it. A visit. As soon as the wind blew she disappeared. And she was gone. Gone with the wind. The gravity reappeared and your feet we’re back on the ground. The sudden twist of events was often too much for most to handle. I live, but many have fallen deeper in the madness that existed only with her existence.

Their souls will forever be heated, but their eyes will never see again.

If I loved her?

— The End —