I tick and I tock, just slightly lost
And I drink scarlet wine not for the taste, no
To silence the beats in my depth
Stop the dripping, the pain
The haze, the glamour of being a mess
The cork, the bottle just the right shape
Slick, slide it up slowly
High thing glass, sweet smell
Pretend you are something else
Wrong time zone, benzodiazepines
Plath's verses, your truths, your dares

Serendipity is a wonderful girl
A poet, to say the least  

Real crazy about music
Losing her mind, slipping through celestial pole
As she jumps and dance, out of control

Stopping to breath in the Garden
She giggled together with a choir of birds

Then colored some stones
Gift to a soul mate, as her love scatter
Breathing in soul to a raw matter

Ethereal smells are being woven
Voodoo magic in the kitchen

Ice is melting faster underneath her fingers
Her words are fluffy like summer clouds after rain
When sun is out again

Graceful like a wild cat
Able to read hidden emotions and secret sings

Those eyes deep like Congo River
Her laughter is a contagious swirl
Mind like Mother of Pearl

I am here little girl and I want your sugar.
Through compound eyes I looked at you. You are so large, clumsy and self-centred and I am called a pest.
I have wings, all of my kind do. Only some of you discovered an ability to fly.
I am resting on the fruits of Nature they call the fruits of they labour. What good would that labour do to them without the wholeness of Nature I am part of too?
You are waving after I slide through the air in that ridicules dance of hate and frustration. I am here because I am. It is the law, you fool.
We breed excessively too. It is not your exclusive right.
Those juices feed me just as they do feed your enormous organisms.
I am here little girl and I want your sugar.
A little bit to feed me, but I want to explore every part of it. I want to walk on it on more legs than you have.
You would feel no guilt if you smashed me, if you made a black-red smudge out of my body. I will be part of the soil again. So will you.
Walking on your skin is like walking on a dainty melon. You smell sweet. Exquisite.
Why are you so disturbed by my caressing?  
I’m sliding down you, ready to fly off. You are my runway. Be proud.
I am just like you, made from stardust.
We are partners in motion and we both have sweet tooth.
You may call me pest.
Still, I’m living, ******* the sweetness, flying and resting as and where I please.
I am here little girl and I want your sugar.

In the future life I wish to be bird or a cat
Maybe when I’m a bird and cat kills me
I’ll become the cat's young kitten
Then I would be the son of my murderer
And everything would be forever forgiven
We all want to be free
Our ways of freedom varies
It would be beautiful to be born as a bird
To the ultimate freedom of sky
It would be lovely to become a cat
I am so soft and evil

They are so fragile
They're making me drowsed
Like I’m looking at the letters
Very, very up close
When everything is still
Yet nature is raging with sounds
It feels like Heaven should feel like
I am drowning in this piece of time  
Part of me wanting to die
The other part struggling for
So familiar state of life

Sounds from the distance
Occupying my mind
Tickling my nerves
To change
To stay still
The burden is heavy
I scream and scream
But someone pressed mute
Silence in my soul
Raging winds in my head
Empty glances
Empty hands
Crawling and running
Falling and dancing
I’ll search till I find
My haven