This wildfire
I cannot describe
It burns me inside out
Spilling out senseless words and false stories

These winds of change
When I saw you
Your bucket of kindness against my madness
Brings me resolution

All the colors
You helped me see
Exhale
And breathing in
This prism
Prison

My blazing temperaments.

I want to
Close my eyes and fall to sleep
Like an anchor
I will sink so deep

The castle by the ocean
We will keep
With promises made
Oh so sweet

Take my hand and walk with me
Golden sands will fill our feet
Midnight lights
With moon so high

Till the day ends
I won’t say goodnight.

Don’t know you
Don’t know me
Don’t know everything that needs to be
Oh can you
Can't you see?
The bird beating in my chest
In no nest, but a cage
Old withered and aged
While you are so far away
Why can’t you
Please just see
This emptiness that’s in thee
Unclean, unshaven
Only waiting for your return.

the carbon looks as good as new.
a change of tape was all i had to do.
should have done it ages ago.
like a boy who should have worn out of his past year clothes.
now this change - you look new.

the end of the world is only coming if you want it to.
the stars won't collide as long as you hold them in place.
they'll still shine as bright.

i need to make it real. as real as possible.
i will be the last one to know and the first to go.
good.
bye.

The man sat outside his house
Busy roads and little streets
A small ******* the sidewalk
There he peeks
Waves a hi and then says goodbye
A friendly acquaintance to say goodnight
He sews memories upon his head
and wonders if it is fate.
streaks of white then flash across the sky
Each one endowed with a wish from someone
over
the
other
side.

The house on the hill
Lived a man called Bill
After he met his wife
He had no life
He is tall
But looks like a ball
And round
Looked like a clown
On rainy days,
He gives a grumpy face
If ever children comes
He hits them all dumb
He loves pineapple tarts
Always gives a notorious ****
His name is bill
And he lives in the house on a hill.

Touch me. Hold me. Feel me.
Someday I shall be yours in every sense of touch.
Write me. Read me. Watch me.
Someday I shall be yours in every sense of sight.
Can you listen hard?
I am breathing through the pores of this thin shell.
I am hoping to break out.
I am hoping to break out to you.
You are my crush and I am your paper.
I admire you through the walls of this porcelain skin.
Hoping you will take notice of me,
because,

I will never speak.

Show me - Rays of shining glimmering splendid
Make me feel
light, warm, beautiful
Godlike descent
You do the tango around me …
and with me.
Suicidal please go away
because right now,
Golden is what we are
and what you feel.

Expect the unexpected
and the dusty faded book from 1983 said:
"not mine. his..."

revisit the past with
a newspaper cutting, black and white photographs
and a rusty paperclip connecting both stories
for one would not be complete without the either

and of what that has been
bliss, excitement , worry - happiness.
interlocked arms
their lives intertwined.

they took to their promises on paper
all in a day on September 1936
no cakes nor fireworks
did the picture held secrets?

walking down the aisle of the night
where moonbeam shines and the bird takes flight
with your hand in mine
are things alright?

a dare i made to question the fate
of my actions they gladly face
am i here or far away
my heart just takes two steps back.

your smile that i would like to know
that i am the one who made it glow

playground affairs for tiny men
brings us back to simpler days
where love was bright and we steered our ship
against the pirates and wind of seas

this love we both know i would always keep
in the pocket
in the heart
would you do the same if i hadn't told you so?