arttarasafa

arttarasafa Mar 27

Anxie

I see this population inside of me
Every nerves carry the anxiety deep inside of me
My heart is near of the core, standing right there for me
And theres combined anxiety with remorses
Did I disappoint myself or didn't I

It's about a paper or two where if you find it all of you
Changed with the backseats that back inside of me
And leftover all of me
One pencil erase the other leftovers at the dot
And I changed the leftovers in me
to keep me fresh or keep someone fresh

I would and could've done the best and got over it
Maybe I wont left any K's behind me or they will caught me
I will be on the council or they will dictatorship on me
End of the moment guiltiness guiltly harm on me
I will get the pleasure from them as I gave all of them
But they will know me as a feed or seed maybe bleed then the sneeze

I came to the home and brush my brain and got K's all around me with bruises
But no one asks do you really care about the features
And one time I will show them the creatures
But I am just a moment just a laughable bug
The hate is pressure under the loving-self loveables

Getting caught while cheating

arttarasafa Mar 13

Paradise

Into the paradise, all the time I close my eyes
I see the angels ***** around my head
I see the fairy senses my soul
Into the paradise, all the time I shut my eyes

Into the blindness sight of my mind
I feel the wind drags me to the paradise
I smell the flower pollinates on my body
I taste the sea current into my mouth
Into the paradise, all the time I shut my eyes

arttarasafa Mar 5

Disares

The snow angel snores in my memories, hypnotically.
His snowflake-shaped heart beats in my ears.
The branches bloom softly and gently inside me,
whispering the warm air on his face—he hears.
The redness on his cheeks smears onto my neck.

My mouth tastes his desires, his hands ****** my hair.
I lay face down on my bed to let his tongue water me.
Then he rubs his keys against my locked door—I allow it.
His watered flower blooms inside me, dominated desires.

Slow and gentle moves, painful desires.
Up and down, like a blossoming flower.
Warm and gentle love.
Warm and gentle moves.
Warm and gentle pains.
Warm and gentle—

I smelled perfection from his neck.
He felt the connection from his—
And I take it in, like a black hole.
He is the beacon to connect.

He is the charging recharger,
and I am the dead phone.
He is the golden key,
and I am the locked door.

arttarasafa Mar 4

Connection Angle

The connection is lost, please try again later.
I will try to connect to life
for the forsaken bodies,
for the forgotten souls,
for the fortuneless lives.
Hope is the beacon to retain the connection

But when my mind and soul separate,
and my body falls apart,
I have nothing to speak of,
and I have nothing to courage me,
to move me outward, toward—
Even though I am the connection itself.

Energetically lost,
Connection blooms over my head,
like a halo would.
The faintishness situation,
like a dead battery does.

arttarasafa Mar 3

Light

If you look at the stars, you'll see the lights
If you look closer, you'll see they're only leftover lights
Left from my heart as I cast it into the dark
Left from my soul as I forsake it to the storms of wild winter

I look at the supernova that just imploded,
as I try to cover its lights, it keeps imploding,
and sinks into itself.

Rust on the sun is spreading,
and absorbing the light.
Mold in the heart is hollowing,
and overshadows love.

arttarasafa Mar 3

Throughfalls

My roots take a breath as I cast them outward toward the sky.
The throughfalls drip inward, filling my heart.
My heart implodes as the filled parts leak into life,
though life lurks in the hollows within the vessels.

My leaves forsake me in the blinding storms of winter.
I envy the pines; their leaves are stronger with them.
In the shape of Earth Mother, I am shapeless in her manner.

— The End —