I put sunlight on my tongue.
It manifests inside of me,
Then explodes through my eyes.
I can see everything.

SCENARIOS OF NATURE

Wages of sin; death
After death; judgement
Good living; long life
Long life; epitome of truth

Sunset; leaves clap
Mid-day; busy wind
Sun down; cool breeze
Late evening; busy streets

Night fall; sleep yawns
Mid-night; owl's time
Owl's time; evil hours
Night fall; journey rest

Now; the dawn of the day...
Church bell calling a-high
Cockerels crowing a-loud
The cloud hissing-out dews

Humans; tussling and hustling
Activities; here and there
Time is of the essence...
In the "scenarios of nature" .

As written by
KELLY JUUZ
©2016

[A salient prolific author...]

Don't fall in love with a writer.
A writer will take you to worlds unknown and you will get lost.
Don't fall in love with a poet.
A poet will construct stanzas of love and heartbreak,
Leaving you desperate for words unfathomable.
Don't fall in love with an artist.
An artist will paint you into their realm of never ending paintbrush strokes where love is just another color on a canvas,
Just like sadness.
Don't fall in love with her,
She is a mindless soul wandering the halls of heartache.
Don't look at her,
Her eyes will pull you deeper into the gold flakes that encircle her pupils like stars surrounding a black hole.
Don't fall in love with her touch,
Fragile fingers tracing patterns over your skin like a delicate knife cutting you open to create flesh wounds never to heal.
Don't fall in love with her body,
Captivating you with her honey drizzled hips,
Nectar inducing lips,
Taunting you as she strips.
Your skin is like fire,
Burning flames dancing and mingling with just a fleeting touch of her beauty.
Don't fall in love with her,
But,
You already have.

I am running low
On everything, my mind thinks
I am probably stuck
No wonder..my heart often sinks
Will you write me a nice poem?
One that reflect on light
How about on bright colors?
Other than the darkness of night
I know you are the one I seek
Your words are healing
No matter in how many pieces I break
You never hurt my feelings
Can you make me smile?
In this odd time of the busy day
As I've forgotten that in a while
Because everyone tends to go away...

©sim

Why do I stay?
Because this is all I know
I've only seen a sky with a storm
And the sun burns me
His touch
It burned me at first
But the fire began to eat me
Until I knew nothing
Except bones and ash
I am bones and ash
I am empty
I am giving him everything I have
I am bones and ash
I stay
Because this is love
This is the only love
I have ever known

"Your fate was made from the start," he spoke in a riddle.
Each word is alone and disorganized, as an undone puzzle.
And the knife in his hand, to the right, and the purpose it had,
loosely held by a man who had recently gone mad.

"From the start?" the victim could only reply,
with his only thought the contemplation of how he will die.
Fear had conquered him; bought him, and held him.
But that was not his final mad mistake; the man was already dim.

"Everything is for a single reason," the assailant fit the knife where it has always been.
"Fate is neither ***** nor is it clean."
"It is neither late nor is it early."
"This the one truth we know truly."

"Time is inevitable; it makes slaves of us all."
"Your death is undeniable. Rebellion serves nothing but to stall."
The knife felt like a sheet of ice over his old his heart,
and the last thing he whispered before he died, "From the start?"

Tonight,

I looked at the stars like I do every night,

and I cried.

because this time,

I remembered

that some of them are dead.

and I realised

just how envious I was,

that I was not as beautiful as a star,

even though,

I too,

was still there.

yet also

so

very

dead.