She wears streaks of colors
In her hair,
So even strangers know
how vibrant she really is.

She sets with the sun,
Then rises again with the moon.

She warms your heart
Like the coffee she always sips, and writes colors in black ink.

She sways my heart and kindles my soul.

(And someone anyone would be lucky to hold)

I was once fearful of heights.
I'd close my eyes in roller coaster rides,
held my breath once up high.
Never did I enjoy nor pay attention to the sight.

But then one day, I just decided to fight the fears.
Opened my eyes and just spread my wings,
Imagined I was a bird taking her flight...
Suddenly realized I was missing a life.

A life filled with pure adrenaline rush,
ecstatic happiness and wonder.
While enjoying a view that without gears
We mere humans cannot ponder.

At the end of the day, I felt really grateful
For taking the leap out of my comfort zone
And realized that the best things in life
Could be what seem to be unlovable

It is not simply creativity, but also some therapy--
of hearts that are drowned in a different galaxy.

Maybe lost in time of precious memories,
or perhaps orbiting space filled with fantasies.

And by turning those into aesthetic literary pieces,
only then, that the heart gains access (or excuse)...
back to Earth's saneness.

Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain



11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries