Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain



11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries

Heartache shows.
From your drooping arms
heavy-lidded eyes
sometimes, loss in weight.
Fever shows.
You get a cold, you keep hearing "Bless You!"
Every other illness finds an expression, but
Obsessions.
Secret little hellholes.
They eat you and you only call a poem for help.

Let's close our eyes
And let it be
     Let true love sleep...

          ...between two dreams.*

© 2015 J.S.P.