Yesterday
America raised a rainbow banner.

I woke up today.
Facebook wasn't blue anymore.

Unicorns came pooping all over my friends faces.
Love wins.

I grab the wooden chair
and pulled it
through rooms
and up the stairs
I kicked the door open
A cold wind blew
the sketches of you
rose to the air
and settled down together
beside my lonely bed

And so I pulled
the chair, and brought it
to the wall
I hesitated for a moment
and heaved out a sigh
I brought up a foot
and forced myself up
until my nose
almost brushed the wall clock

My warm breath
made the clock's glass clouded
Two hands grasped the clock
Two feet managed to stay firm
as I stood on the chair
and dismounted the wall clock

Finally, I sat down
on the chair
on the old wooden chair
and my fingers
found its way
at the clock's back

I twisted, and twisted
and twisted
I closed my eyes
and opened them
to see the clock's hands
revolving counterclockwise

for a second i just stared
and stared
and stared
then closed my eyes
and opened them again
to stare..

My fingers suddenly became tired
and the clock's hands seemed to stop

Tears
fell on its glass
they rolled
and found their way
towards
number 6

the day you left me
the day it ended

the day you died.

Your muscles shiver
The cold seeps in
Your lips now quiver
In a toxic grin

Your galloping fingers
They came to a halt
Your deadly dark eyes
They knew the little fault

Your mouth was stained
With coffee's breath
The blood in your veins
Pulsing in death

There you lay
In warm white sheets
Your hair is tangled
And coarse like wheat

Let me caress your soul
Let me wipe away the tears
Let me drift like a ghoul
Let me live within your fears..

White smoke rose from her nostrils
Her arm, covered with red spots
Her hair, the outcrops of earth
Her image- haggard

Red and black she went
Into inns and clubhouses
Playing with cold cash
Stuffing it into her trousers

She threw the cigarette ****
Onto the ground
And squished it
With the heel of her stiletto

Red pair of dry lips
Tired eyes in their sockets
Her voice tried to call out
To the man in the car

He halted and smiled
She took his arm
They exchanged grins
She went into the backseat

A few hours later
She lay still on the bed
The pillow wet with tears
Her clothes on the floor

The man was asleep
So she scurried out of the hellhole
She found her way home
Grandma sat on the rocking chair

She dropped the money
On the old woman’s lap
Then she went inside the room
Where a babe waited

She cradled her baby in her arms
She stared at the calendar
Hanging on the wall
December 25th.

You were a flower bud
I was a caterpillar
You said "shoo!"
don't even dare to come closer

So i went away
but you were always in my mind
always
always

Some time had passed
There was this thing called change
I succumbed to it
I do not know why

I was enclosed
inside fine woven cloth
But i could not stop
thinking of you

One day, I got tired of waiting
for nothing
So I pushed and struggled
and forced myself free

Sunlight, I bathed in its glory
Morning dew reminded me
of you
of you

But was is this?
A pair of colored *****
oh they were wings!
Their beauty reminded me of you

I flew, and flew
And searched for you
But you were gone!
Or were you?

A lovely rose bud
has bloomed into you
A red stunning rose
will we ever recognize each other?

I hovered near
to be with you
It was attraction
Yes, we remembered

And I kissed you
And it was joy
And it was the best thing
This life has to offer

Then I saw thorns
You told me to go away
or else
i would be hurt

I did not care
stupid me!
Coz I love you
and nothing matters

Storms come and go
And I always find myself
coming back to you
And you welcomed me

When strangers wanted to pick you
I would flash to action
and startle them
and lead them away

And it was like that
for many times
But then we're growing old
And growing weak

Our last sunset
The rose and the butterfly
stared into the unknown
and then they were gone

with the breeze
to the earth
to the skies
And no one even knew..

Goodbye..

You can never love a dreamer
He's always far away
You can never love a seeker
He wanders everyday


Never love a writer
His lines are not for you
His verses are pure lies
His ink is far from true

You cannot love me either
I live in many worlds
A dreamer, seeker, writer
I often break my word..