Your smoky cloud foams
Got my eyes tripping
Chronicles of biology lab
Lacking of chemistry
You burn your forest down
Slowly reaping
Lucid crystals bowls
Enticingly got me dreamy
Two individuals
Trapped in a poetry emotion
Reminiscing on each other
Mysterious sedation
Writing of riddles
With sincerest caution
Preventing straying lines
Infecting our rhythm
Hearts shattering mirrors
Reflecting smiles
Memorizing words
Into a typography file
Reflecting daily circumstances
Shadows by my side
No one could judged
Your moody ocean tide
Like a fish flying high
Against the currents flow pride
If I could continue writing
Scribbles with your permission
No words in my vocabulary
Could ever substantially passed
I've never caramelized
My riddles with lies
Sugar coating inks
Luring ****** and flies
If my feelings for you
Never sober and true
Why does it hurts
When I'm thinking about you
There is no other love
I could simply lose
Valentine just over
But..
I'm still missing you

@2014 Maman Screams

It was a Tuesday evening;
Just about 7 o'clock, when
I stopped to smoke a ciggie
And listen to the church bells ring.

Sometimes late at night, I sit
On the steps across from my
Apartment complex, where
I hear kids play in the evenings.

Orange sky
blue lungs
acid under my tongue
                                    
lets touch the moon until our lives are done
waves crashing over me
i wish i were the sea
waves crashing over me like i'm sad
lets turn purple into blue
take my hand

bones are creaking like the hinges of the doors
the red roses on the counter aren't blooming anymore
you cut the feathers off my wings
grim reaper pushing you on the swings
wish i could make you out of clay
i'm afraid your image in my mind might go away

This is the circus
What are you made of
This is the circus of conformity
In the form of high wasted short
Shorts
In short form:
Eyes slide off me like I'm made of Teflon
Whatever it is you feel make manifest
no wrong
Raging circus of creative spirits
Meld into one sort of monster
Claws out so you fear it
Exploring  the isles of freedom
In the confines of prescribed high fashion
Kissin and dashin
Smile and flash
Smile and flashin
This is the circus
And your a small note on the ledger line
Held hostage in the ******* of time