Do you fancy
A lollipop feast
Salivary glands over productive

Just one day of sweetness
Wouldn’t ruin much perhaps

After party was tasteful
Lingering longer than it should

Picking up a lollipop after some time
Unwrapping took forever
Hesitated to shove right into
The colour appear rather surreal
Was it used to be?

Second thoughts always ****
Stood still with a unwrapped lollipop
Thinking if We should

On the bridge
Orion glazing
Announcing his presence
Proudly and unafraid of excessive exposure
Targeting his next preys
“I’m right here, animals run”.

The air runs stale
“I see, hide-and-seek that is”.

The forest howling, extending vigorously
Acting tough to shelter her animal friends

“Come on, salvation is here,”
A land of green brutally taking shape in crimson red.

“My friends, don’t cry, drink my blood and take my flesh to fertile the land of home”.

Years after decades
Those eyes guard by the night
Conditioned to withdraw from his sight

“We breathe close by Apollo, living is imaginable”.

Lately keeping my desire at bay.
Reminding myself on and off to accept what reality has to offer.
Do not try to seek out the unknowns.
Please keep the minds off the wild
Stay where you are
Here's beautiful as well.

Seeking for next thrill
Quietly, calmly, patiently
Am obedient as the the description goes

Yet thoughts mercilessly tilting toward the windows
Just like old days, being ignorant of classroom boards

What's wrong?
Hello.

The sun is hurting, couldn't worship for  long
So bright, eyes barely follow the views
That's alright.
Not wanting to be moon just waiting for the shines

Well fed with greed, to be onboard in repeat cycle
Most willing to settle with current flows
Even though slightly insane, I thought.

Eight. Eleven a.m
You stood by
The shutting door
Perhaps been weeks
Perhaps been months
Glad to see you again

A disappearing friend
Tempted to connect
Yet no where to start with
Not even knowing your name

To whom, as I wrote
Only way to ink your side face
As you fade with the rush hour train

Finding myself looking for a familiar backpack, EarPods with glasses
Not caring it's sign for being late
Almost wish to see you next day
A little spark in the mundane

no face man
Wants to see what other people saw
Smell the odds
Taste the world

Yet no face to experience all
Only could hear what is told

One day he has a brilliant thought
Draw his eyes, nose and so

Sadly,nothings change at all
Surprisingly,he could mouth a few words

Though his idea was not functioning so well
He continue to draw
In theory of cool and warm
Day after night
Dusk to dawn
He's happy to be norm

His face is colourful as shown
Just as his heart as before

Eventually, his face is confused in tone
Too much talks
Too much thoughts
Too much words

He starts to erase the filthy spots
As hard as he could till his face torn a little

At last,
He wipes away his only hope

no face man lives by tales
At least not too much additional notes

Who knows others are just like him as well.

Hello.

Sitting cross-legged in a Subway
Doors open and close repeatedly
Footsteps resounding every now and then
A pair of daily sport shoes stopped.
Saying something certainly in human language
Listening with full attention, well understood.

You should go?

Stood for awhile in silence and handed me a ticket
Stretching out a hand, and feeling the warmth coming from the other end

You should go.

Begging the heart not to tremble upon whispers that just speak to the delicate night.