My heart tenses,
I look down,
the blackness is pouring out of me.
I am dying,
like I have many times before,
I wonder what I will be born at this time.
My face flinches,
this hurts.
I look up at fleeting stars,
I breathe in the light cold breeze,
I bid adieu to the black trees
and smile at the curios cat peering at me.
I leave,
not knowing much,
just knowing the fact that I will surely meet the ever-encompassing,
BLACK!

Hey future,
I need you to listen to me,
I yearn for splashes of colors
for I have traces invisible
I work for hands reliable
for I need to have what it takes for the undescribable
I try to get things all nice and glowy
so please make them sliced yet flowy.

                                                         ­            -storm-

I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
helpless,
weak,
useless.
But
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.

                                                        -s­torm-

The flowing lava,
destroys,
burns,
hurts,
kills,
overwhelms,
turns my blood to molten magma,
and yet makes feel so alive.

                                                                             -storm-

As I ride my bicycle,
Its wheel going a dull dum-dum-dum
on the veranda tiles.
I hearken to the straining of
the bicycle chain
and screeching o so soft when I turn the steering.
I feel as though something is changing in me.
A light cool breeze enters my chest,
expanding, releasing, expanding, releasing.
As I listen to the endless melodies of the stone tile,
I feel as though something is changing in me.
As I hear the faint yawn of the wheels,
I feel cracking, twisting, shedding,
and I realize,
the work of the bicycle and tile.

                                                                   -storm-

My ship was attacked,
And, I being blue,
thought that it was the end.
My crew was not putting up a
fight at all.
They smashed my decks,
tore my masts and laughed as my ship wailed in agony.
I stared up at them,
I knew that fighting with them would
mean my doom
and I knew that I did not have anyone to scare them away from me.
But,
I did not want them on my ship.
I know that I may not be the best captan,
I know I may not be the most bloodthirsty or ruthless,
but this is my ship
and I want to be in control of it.
I hooked my eyes on them,
expression blank
and walked towards them.
I felt a cool hardness in my soul.
They were going to get off of my ship,
without me
having to do a single thing.
I breathed in light
and then expelled
mines of gold sedimented
in black and blurry grey
from the depths of my yellow heart.
I make a sphere of gold translucent
around my ship,
pushing away all the unwanted.
My ship came back to life,
the light had cured.
I go on,
to the horizon
to meet the purple sun
and tell Him all about my adventure.

                                                                          -storm-

A little wit I think I have,
A little strength I believe I have,
A little heart I sure do have,
A little soul I currently have,
A little beauty I thankfully have,
A little friend in you fortunately I have,
A little grace inherently I have,
A little luck hopefully must I have.
And yet you look so confused,
when I do not fear the so little that I have
                                                                ­                  -storm-

Burning beneath the ice,
bubbling effervescence,
torment it bears in violet,
silent as the owl lies the truth,
in the depths of the unknown soul.
Plead it to speak,
it stays quite.
Hope it comes out,
it stays invisible.
You have to befriend it,
for it is a dominance most uncooperative.
                                                                             -storm-

Flow through my dry hair,
Enrich me with your strength,
Kiss me on my cheek softly,
And let me grow into a grove over you.

Pieces of broken glass,
Scattered colors,
An orange ribbon,
And a fresh red rose.

Try, try, try,
till you exhaust yourself.
And when you think you are tired,
try again.

Give me your hand love,
I have been noticing,
the way you have been fading into the darkness.
Cry your poison away,
I will lift up your scars to the heavens,
I will turn your blood to gold,
I will love you relentlessly,
For I am your ultimate friend.
                                                                 -storm-

Everybody has a bundle.
Some a bundle of joy,
some a bundle of dark,
some a bundle of confusion.
Suddenly I realize,
I am not clutching anything.

I look around desperately,
trying to recover what was
apparently somehow lost in the flow.
I find nothing,
other than broken twigs,
and dry roses.

As I continue my search,
I bump into someone.
My heart leapt with surprise,
as it was a touch so cold.
Surprised were the group too,
they criticized me,
as being warm was something odd,
to them.
On defense for their kin,
one of them pushed me aside,
and yet again,
I stood astounded at the sheer coldness
of the touch I received.

I then realized that I had set out,
for a job so important,
but had gotten distracted,
by chaos so trivial.
I try to put my foot forward to move,
but I cannot.
I watched shocked as the seemingly pretty angels
around me vigorously evolve
into vile creatures.
They begin to crack, crumble and then
disappear and leave behind their bundles.

I,
eager to get hold of the bundles,
thinking all is solved,
try to leap at the bundles,
but stay frozen as I look at my
scintillating self.
I look absolutely stunning.

I leave the bundles as they showed me
their true form of
cursed spirits.
I rise up and go,
not knowing where or why,
I have no one truly,
except for the light in me,
and the power slowly but surely raising me up.

I see war approaching,
I realize that the demons are still thriving,
I feel the poison of the air entering
my head  in sinuous ways,
and yet,
I smile with pride,
for I found my bundle,
right inside my chest.
                                                 -storm-

As I look forward,
squinting my eyes and peering
ahead,
I feel a chilling wind on the back of my neck.
A shiver goes up my spine,
I break into a cold sweat.
I have lost focus of my path.
I know not where I am running.
I trip and fall,
and injure myself.
I watch as darkness engulfs me.
I am not scared.
The darkness had ugly eyes,
and I stared right into them.
The darkness vanished as swiftly as it had come.
The abyss realized that,
I know to battle,
even with the reminiscences
of my past.
                                                            -storm-

In a dark world,
where the light comes from only
within me,
and none elsewhere.
I limp with swollen feet
and tired eyes.
Tired of the betrayal,
tired of the failure,
tired of the hate.
Amidst the blinding pain,
and the screaming angels,
I decide to fly.
                                                            ­-storm-

I inhale all my faults,
with great difficulty,
and I exhale them all out,
with ease,
as I realize that the fire,
inside me is too proud,
to be extinguished with such trivia.
I realize the utter felony,
of my thoughts.
Cluttering my heart and soul,
like a garbage dump.
I entangle myself from the chaos,
dip my swollen face,
into the ice-cold water of courage,
and rise up,
knowing that my demand was not much at all,
for all i asked for was,
a little peace.
                                                       -storm-

I see the world around me from my corner of darkness,
and I realize I am hiding.
My mind such a controversy.
I look at people in my periphery,
so near but so far from me.
My embrace such a controversy.
I feel bored, so I look down at myself.
My body and such a controversy.
I like to talk to the voices inside and outside me in the dark.
My voice such a controversy.
I yearn for simplicity, but nothing strikes me
more than the fact that simplicity is the biggest controversy.
                                                    ­                    -storm-

My race is one most different.
It revolves around a power most supreme.
But I can see it not.
Or hear it either.
I can only feel it, a burning fire in my soul.
I keep on running,
Although I know the destination has been traced,
several times before.
I keep running my race for me,
the only queen of my seas,
the only one ever to captivate my heart,
and keep it with herself
                                                               -storm-