Her rhythm enthralled one’s nonchalance
I, who do not believe—
Would deify those golden lips if I have the chance
Indelible heart she caused is forgivable
Thus, dwindling warmth doesn’t bring full frigidity
As my devotion would hold this exuberant feeling, ineffable.

Her affirmative language spoke to my flirtation
Theories of firsts, I am confined with reverie
The subject on my amatory—
Poems that for every second I spend denies inanity
So peculiar that made it even better.

I might start to learn how to pray
As my perfidious nature belied my affection
Pardon my masqueraded actions on the edge of perceptibility
Such Virgil’s Aeneid, ad astra, the sweetest con
Aeternum amor I wish upon.

Someday in cosmos, our strings will intertwine
To whelve beside my grave rather than cry,
“I love you,” don’t act surprised
More than she could ever know, on my knees, and pinky
On the altar, with all my will
I choose her poetically, religiously.

Never have I ever been chosen
such picking petals: loves-me-not,
always ending up even;
ironic for someone who's odd

He’s so good at convincing people
how unfair to believe thy words-so-simple
“Mr. So-pure” forbade to touch
by min fingertips that bring grudge.

Proud of his ignorance,
seems like cause of my arrogance.
While his burden fell into quiescence
yet I hear it, so loud.

Those who are deaf will never get my nerve.
'Cause no one can, no one ever did.
One shall pick the dagger over me,
Not to be the hero but my enemy.

Sweetest merch,
from the start I live to search
thought this time it may go deeper than trench.
The pain and romance, you brought to forge
the urge — forced me to purge.

Passed by me
15th of May, it was sunny
seconds yet it felt twelvemonth — believe me,
how you read me easily and through
when I thought I'd be hard thorough.

Asking the God's above why couldn’t we
if plotted in our destiny, weren't we meant to be?
How for every time with you I feel sorry
as I wrote this poem, unnecessarily
like an asymptote, no matter how close they meet.

Changed your name to hide the surge
realizing — it became a one-sided page to indulge
I couldn’t run to places I’d never been,
if only I could — I would have as I should have been
you deserve better than a man who’s bitter.

My dearest, hinge
even if against the church
I got the perfect vision — I'm yours to be
but you will never be mine; forever to bury
forevermore carved in each of my artery.

Pluto, the color of grass used to be green
How does it feel to be obsessed with your queen?
Picking flowers while surrounded by ewe
It stank, and I knew it was you!
Order your horses to hold your chariot back
As she never wanted to be your jack

Proserpina, the woman in sculpted marble
How does it feel to be a ruler in his world?
It stinks, and suddenly it was Gian!
With his great hammer, behind it all, began
As we might thank him for telling our stories
The pious prodigy, full of creations he could not resist

House has been always a home
where he lives and love for so long
the first of the fourth
and the thirst to his worth.

The perfect imperfection
get on his nerves for assertion
yet he is an orthodox
passing like a paradox.

Feeling the blues never felt blue
for he embrace the beauty of truth.
Litany of thoughts stuck in brain, burrowed
for what he sees on stained glass window

No one knows who he really is
and everyone knows what they missed.

Hereby he conduct the postmortem
Eulogized as nothing to show ’em
All of the saboteurs, moaning and grinning
Raising their voices — caused killing
Ivy outgrew, covered and itching
No one heard him ’til one evening
Gained nothing; lost everything — thereupon never ending

Laying underneath the shades of cold
I, myself, ran out of gold
Saying words out of nowhere
Tale of a poet, died, left no single prayer
Epiphanic sequence I quite recall
Nauseous, realizing I was the fool in fable
Idealistic body found by the same soul
Nuts if I beg to end it all
Got each clue, boxed to compel the call

How can someone be perceived
If one neglects his own heart?
Mirror ***** don’t shine,
They reflect and since—
Thy insolence you built.

Thy insolence you built,
They reflect and since—
Mirror ball, don’t shine.
If one neglects his own heart,
How can he perceive someone?

A little seed of sparkle I planted
Never knew would grow like unwanted
Upon Nyx stare at starry-night sky
Full of glimmering hints he painted

These desires that I hold towards to tell
Must crush or turn to a forbidden fruit
Since sins and injustice are not parallel,
Settling will make people just fall for it

I am falling,
On this pile of not-so-sweet maples
Wishing I never met farmers ahead of me
Where only Death should be at

Seasons have passed, the leaves have not
Still the same house he built on this tree
With nothing to offer but its trunk
Pirouettes in the wind, roots wanting to flea

Putting things from red to blue,
Hiding the hints of hue
I once thought all I wanted was you
Forgive me, but it was untrue.

Feeling the bones of your face
Every dimension of yours, so deep
Those nights were onto something
Fantasizing while you were dreaming.

Gave you the sign —
Understood yet resigned;
Still in connections
Hust to continue our tradition.

We were always those birds on the wire
As thou were never not mine
Even if I need to cross the line
Just so us, to be fine.

Oh, to see without my eyes
rather than believing those lies.
He who cannot value his worth
pretendous, to sabotage my world.

You were so pure and warn,
what happened to that charm?
Where fire can also be mean war;
forcing both of us in harm.

“Sorry,” as your introductory,
ended with no sound of apology.
Maybe you said it first —
but no one heard — wanting and thirst.

Justifying your Actions Causing to ****

Oh, to see you again in my eyes
I still miss even the white lies.
Made me questioned my worth
pretending everything’s my fault.

You are now strange and cold,
just happened, uncontrolled.
I used to think that fire can also be embraced
the longer you hold, leaving a trace.

Is it really hard to say “sorry,”?
you shattered, your accountability.
Maybe I said it first —
you just haven’t heard — all the curse for worst.

Justified Actions Caused Killings