Her body was youthful
And her mind was wild,
But she was not free
The world did not share her
Vision
For there was
An air of mistrust
Too stagnant for her eyes
She could only dream

She would always dress in red
Sleeping next to a cherry tree
With its wavering
Cherries
Just enough
But barely for survival
And she knew
Scrapping cherries until her last breath
Won't satisfy

From the cherry's vantage point
She took a glimpse of all her universe
She realized her world was no breath of satisfaction
Her eyelids, her only saving grace

In a fantastic land
A magical gem appeared upon her behind peridot clouds
"Fly to me and be my guide
I will show you passion
I will dress you in diamonds of red"

All these years,
Her heart was jaded with despair and confusion
But now post her dream,
A radiance of hope had followed
Amazed by the beauty of her dreams
Infused with glitters, rainbows and iridescent pearls
Her world became clear
She did not desire anything else
But a liberation
Of her heart and her soul
A desire of a cleansing, a pure resurrection
The magical gem in her dreams became
Her hope for air

The reason of life is for me to make
What is right, what is wrong
Only the ubiquitous gravity can regulate
My own assessment it cannot break
The outcome of choices is never in vain
These lessons, these trials that destine my fate
Define the greater demons I must burn behind the gate

I know my own treasures, I know my own thorns
There is little disparity among them
A treasure is never found, it's always made
And for a thorn, it’s just as the same
To assess them apart
I continue feeding my treasures and thorns
And discard the most malevolent of these ugly thorns

Sandwiched in blankets.
Snoozing to the morning news.
Run! Another tardy pass.

Streaks of red and black strike within
To tangle dangerously around my fragile skin
So volatile and sweet
I can melt my surroundings in a blink
And all it would take
Is one disdainful look
To trigger a demise

I live in a home of carmine red
Rigged with thorns of regrets without fortitude
And the floor covered in ragged rugs
To hide the scars of my tragic misfortunes

Rants and screeches bring severe astringency
There is no mercy
As it always reaches deep inside my throat
And around my neck
Tightly coiled, hurtful words begin to suffocate

The boiling blood of relentless fury
I am left in a steam of silence
Without a vent to this clustered chaos
I have become a hidden rage within me
As I watch the icy, red glow
Eradicate my destructive home

I was once afraid
Of how you would perceive me
Then, you held my hand
Oh, I felt for real

A tight grip of your fist
You transfer your energy of comfort
Once it’s inside of me
My heart converts this feeling into love
A love dispersed throughout my body
Profusely tingling everywhere
You can see my body language as evidence
How it feels so true
A feeling, which I thought, existed only in my reverie

And when you’re away
I long for that feeling
Was that love an illusion?
I want to get a better taste of that feeling once again
And this time
I’ll be scrutinizing your gentle face

Our coils of aura soothing one another
How it feels, it feels so fine
I was a calamity inside, but you eased my chaos
My chaos now inert
And this time
I’ll make sure to nurture what your heart desires

We’ll gaze into each other’s tiny hearts
And have them intertwined
Being around you, my heart will adapt to yours
I can’t be without you
And this time
I’ll make sure all will last

Another night has breezed me by
Too much sleep has gone in haste
Somnolence is what makes me drink coffee sometimes
Oh oh oh,
Instead, take me where the monsters once lurked
In between the crevices of my old crypt that remains inert
I want to take a peek of the catacombs
Where I sometimes visit in my sleep

Oh ** **,
Where's that sense of humor I once had?
Couldn't speak now
With the tongue I once had
I'm enshrouded in nostalgia
With silly monsters caught in between
Stuck in my daydreams
I can't help but imagine the past

Oh oh oh,
That was my wonderful life
Little kids on the pave
Laughing and falling on their knees
And flippant little fingers making a scene
If I could only spring back
To the time when my essence was clean
Back to the home where I pestered the words
"Please, please, please"
To the point of my content, when I could no longer protest
When I finally drowned asleep in the summer breeze

Cheers to my childhood days
And to the housebound trance of old school lullabies
Where my loving family of special hearts
Defended the tears I cried
Oh, oh, oh
Provoked by silly monsters I waved goodbye
Never did I think
I would miss so very much
Those glorious days of when my silly monsters
Brought mischief and thrived

How unprepared I was when midnight approached me by
Emission of vivid green neon lights
From the futuristic skyscrapers to my unworldly eyes
But more imposing
A suspended meteor in the sky
Upon the decrepit city which never stood
My arrival at Midnight City, my peculiar neighborhood
Thumping tracks and frantic sirens
Bombard tremendous fear in my senses
Amid the resonating pantomime that cracks throughout my head
Merciless cyborgs arrive from nowhere
And threaten mankind with unthinkable weapons
Their bleak empty eyes bring dogmatic order
As my escalated fears enslave me well
Inside the mechanical serpent that darts
With endless slick demented rails
On such a twisted mind, it begins to run
Confused and addled, I have no control of this matter
Only worries dwell my mind
The arrival of this mysterious force is my greatest baffle
Does this herald the degeneration of Gaia?
What is this complex machinery that enslaves all men?
Where does this designate human posterity and fate?
What was done for an act of retribution?
Does this unprecedented apocalypse null all human solutions?

In this dark tunnel, on a decrepit couch
The dauntless train begins to screech with endless laughter
As it tears tempestuously faster and faster
Until all unearthly fluorescent lights blend together
Thumping tracks and frantic sirens
Eighty-six notches louder
Alternating flashes of red and green
Fourteen seconds prior
A silhouette of a white demon projects from afar
As it begins to approach us, its image ever becomes so bizarre
Add a second of suspended silence of jest
Before we scream and ensue
The fatal crash

The little surprises that make me jaunty
The little hellos that make me feel the polka-dots and smiles of yellow

The little gestures and gift cards
That make a trail to a big, bright smile

The little hellos to patch the gap of time for
A friendship we built to cherish

The little surprises maybe packaged small, but it's compressed with
A bond so strong because true friendship should never perish

Raindrops up above, concrete down below
Whistles in the air
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
Walking down cold streets
Breathing down some air
Feeling a gulp on my hair
The wind feels so fair
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
I let the world continue to brush my hair,
The wind’s my compass and my fairy
***** of newspaper scrambling by the streets
I take some knowledge, I take some air
This very moment is what I wear
No rush
No rush, just smile and take a mighty hush

To break the rules of reality,
I cheat all those all around me
Regardless of how sagacious I may be,
Only fools are mesmerized of those who behold me
I prance and dance on the open sea
Like a basilisk, but I remain afloat
With blessing’s curse, I cannot be washed ashore
Witnessed the many who drifted off beneath
As they recycle down below the abyss
Once more a rebirth of you, the only one I truly miss
I recognize you
Morph to something anew
You don’t remember me, but I remain the same
I float on the pinnacle of the sea
And yet, I’m envious of you
Eons and eons of my demise
Patience, a virtue
In tune to my existence
As I continue to observe the world,
Keeping watch of your perpetual transmogrify