She likes to rip
Her body is to ****
Her perfume was bought at 8:59pm
She wore no undergarments
Except for her armor of steel gray Peau de Soie
Look like she just came from a ménage à trois
This was set on Reading
Yet her accent is smoking 1950s Chicago
Her presence drips in the room
A drop of blood spotted on her left cheek
An educated woman
Who read every encyclopedia
Just to do a Noh and tango
Who the hell she is
As she turned right,
the townsmen cannot help but ask,
"What is she doing at this night?"
Was she a long, little, lonely island?
A concubine who recently lost her spine ?
A tradesman of katanas and blades ?
The lady in golden dress who danced with you at that bar?
Is it the chemicals of her anatomy?
A person of mystery
Did she even exist
A ring of gold on her ring finger
Swinging red and flashlights
Footsteps coming closer and closer
As she was arrested for ******
She died in front of them
Without a word
Without a sound
i don't die
i'm always by your side from the beginning
i'm born to live in a wringer
and people think that is cool
the thinner, the winner
keep me as a critter
never know when i will be dormant
but i won't sleep and slip away from you
but i'm always by your side from the beginning
that's how things are made to be
i could be lying on the moss, lichen, trenches
all places that drive you crazy
scorching heat of hell
to the most nightmarish winter of your existence
despite being only a microorganism
like how you view all living things around you
yet one micro problem can **** you
while i'm here; just crawling, breathing for millions of years
and still waiting to be acknowledged that my species exist
what are you looking for
when i'm just around the corner
even in in the galaxy
even only for ten days
i don't die
since once i dry, drown me in water and i will be alive again
The more it kills you, makes me more alive
Just like water, i'm versatile
i don't die
i never will
It is currently raining on my country
And I need to study in a hurry
For I have exams tomorrow
But I cannot help but be mesmerized by the storm's flow
Carrying me away in its mythic sorrow
As the water splash and bounce off,
Earth lifts up
And its music takes off
I am currently lying then sitting up and lying again on my bed
Typing this poem on my phone above my head
This is turning me red
Since it always had to be test days where I lose my focus
And just wanted me a rest
The chill softens up to your bone
The convecting air spins
With my blue silk curtains
Against my mint green walls
The comfort is contagious until it reaches to your homes
Even in front of raging thunders
Of dashing lightnings
In this world full of fingerlings
You can be wet
You can be cool
You can be cold
You can be dark
You can be sad
You can be bittersweet
You can stop time
You can make me relax
You can make me ponder then wander
Lost in the wonder
What a beautiful and mysterious nature you are
For me, you are the most beautiful natural disaster
Just looking at warm-hearted shelters
Refuge in straw and oil papers
Instead of dividing
People are embracing
Even if walking and running to different paths
And my heart is dancing quietly
Your scenery blooms better too in nights
Heating a fire
Colors might be washed away
But you are a purifier–
A pacifier in the puzzle
See? This does not have to be lonely
Yet a thousand picture
Yet a thousand feelings
Yet a thousand tones
A thousand brilliant meanings
She was a piece of enigma
She is still a work of enigma
I wonder why no one talks about her
Because she does not know where she came from
She does not know her mother nor father
She does not have any sisters or brothers
Or even the likes
Her presence drips in the room
I stare off
At my bunk bed surface
To deep space
The metal bars under the cork
Shape like prison bars on a fork
I sink more to my cheap, wrinkled sheets
Still, frigidity penetrates it
I wonder why
Because you know you are right
Or are you alright?
I trust everybody when they are writing
Because it shows who they truly are
They cannot be expressed ******
No matter how far
I am Miss Understood
It feels as wintry as the neighborhood
I do not rise from it
Or will I ever
And always be the escapist prisoner of my prison
That I have built myself
Since I, the only one can enjoy it
Unreachable like how I reach things from the hole peeking from the bunk bed
A ball of gas composing of water and land
That they call a planet
We started appearing out of nowhere
Spattering brains everywhere
Freedom to be anywhere
Only you can make the world beautiful
Only you can make life beautiful
What is sense?
When you are living inside a nonsense
Earth started out without structure, now you are telling me that I should think with structure?
The ones told by your moms and dads to preserve order to everyone and yourself?
When all you have been entertaining is yourself
When all of them are just distractions
As noises are to you and me
Who is responsible for your happiness?
Oh, look at that butterfly!
Sipping through the nectar of a New England Aster
Did that make your heart beat faster?
No need to rely on a maistre
To fulfil your already-hollow self
You are the one who is feeling
You have your own heart
So, while you last
Make yourself that you think what joy is forever last
To yourself, to humankind, to all living and non-living vast!
The space we live in is infinite
The bigger you grow
The smaller your thoughts grow
The slower its flow
The blood does not clot
The vision blurs
The hours become seconds
The second you know, it is snow
Then, it will be spring!
Can you even catch up with all the pasts and futures?
The colors of tulip and dandelion fields
Intertwine with the afterglow of dawn
The scent of daylight and laundry sheets
Cool breeze condenses your cold glass window
Suffering is happiness
But that concept is nothing but nothingness
Is that what you all devotees call ******* sense?
Does not matter; irrelevant to the matter
Seven minutes of heaven of reminiscing the friendly conversations
The moments you sincerely laughed
The moments you tear yourself by the window
Remember your first love?
Do you still know what it smells like?
The taste of when you had your first breakfast at a five-star hotel?
The first country outside your country you travelled
The midnight chats while out raining
The fur of a Pomeranian or a husky
Of time running gone
Life becoming to none
Nothing is definite
But only spoken in a miser, wiser’s tongue
I am a risky decision
You are a risky decision
We are a risky decision
We are a risk
Oh, we're drowning!
Someone save us!
What, you mean a god?
Living to believe
That we are dying
Disbelieve in writing!
'Cause writing is a radical loss of certainty
What to believe
When the only way to survive life is not having any beliefs
Maybe we could have advanced to a higher meaning
The craziest cuckoo!
Needing of pain for comfort
Needing of comfort for pain
You call this art?
An art of ******* everything up
Reality is fantasy
Fantasy is reality
We'll wake up in a dream in no time
In odyssey in praise of odysseys
Now, you are telling me, you, and everyone in this room to be a catalyst?
How to end this poem
Ever heard of anxiety?
Just the word itself feels like eternity
A feeling that is born to multiply infinite
Still indefinite for the definite
Well, I have the social anxiety
That sounds like a self diagnosis
But every nanosecond I am going through metamorphosis
I do not have the profession to state this reliable confession
I know we are all different
But I know we are the same when it comes to biology
I am not saying this for unity
The sad thing is I cannot sell this brain for rent
Yet the hardest needed medication is empathy
For this distorted mentality
Why do you have to hurt when I am already in hell, reality?
Now shifting to maladaptive tendencies
I am not afraid of the crowd
I have fear they will not let me just be myself all year round
Say something positive
I will always flip it into something negative
Because I am provocative
Please see that as a prerogative
Do not be interrogative
This brain is too active for the inactive
Lacking in the interactive
Yet the fact that is also not enough
I am not enough is not enough
Since my problem is not in the physical
It is in the mental
And it is never going to turn only rental
Say you are only temperamental
Body burning like metal
Stuck in the bungalow
Now that they are all after the afterglow
Oh, when will it show?
The sweat excess
In this overthinking process
Overthinking the fact that we are all wired in "survival of the fittest"
Oh, brain! Just let me rest!
Can I just leave this to tomorrows' nests?
How can I show my best
When I need medication regardless
When will I find egress to this madness?
This is fine
Since suffering will lead you to happiness
Even for temporariness
What is worse is that it repeats
Until you are out of line
It was better all along if I became a mime
Better 'off with my head'
Better off dead