The achingly luminous sun both sets and rises,
gliding through the endless sapphire sky
trailing behind a stream of misfit colors
surpassing and lighting every cloud passed by.


The darkest of clouds are filled with dead dreams,
holding sorrow is what it seems.
But each droplet of pouring rain
is a single thriving dream
falling down to earth's asphalt lanes
nurturing the plants and feeding every stream.



The sky is but a still gray sea.
All of the glorious colors of the universe,
the liveliness of everything be,
are being ****** into each individual rain drop,
in reverse.

In the dusk of the night,
the sun but glances at the moon.
Interchangeably lighting the earth and its sight,
illuminating the magnificent butterflies
as they burst from each cocoon.

What you call night, is someone else's day.
Somewhere perhaps greater,
where the promised lands lay.

On only the rarest of evenings,
the sun and moon meet.
Everyone stops their grievings,
they align perfectly neat.

The world is at a pause.
All of the colors from the world bleed.
Draining from the life and laws,
reaching every seed.

These moments are svelte
and never last
just like the feeling of love I have felt
which always seems be in my past.

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where:
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak,
I found the arrow still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

every love song i listen to is always dedicated to you

the tides ebb and flow,
just as the love and the loss
I have gotten to know.
the gentle undercurrents drift me away,
leaving behind but a message in a  blood stained bottle
which will forever stay.

the arid breeze alifts me
oh so swiftly
allowing me to rise and flutter
along with the haunting echoes of explorers lost at sea
whom discretely mutter
their undiscovered truths
which will forever be.

a mist of adventure and wonder
combined with subtle hints of salt
trails behind me.
like a shattering cry for help
in an empty, foreign sea.
oh how I wish you could come.
please come, come with me.

you are my muse,
you are my scarlet stained sky at dawn.
the mockingbird that pecks melodious blues,
about why she is forever gone.
You are my breaths,
you are my forever waning moon.
my lunar love,
the tsunami who withstands
my unbearable monsoon.


the sea is but a pool of tears
cried by the lonely , and the morning dew.
you give the ocean competition,
a reason to stay blue.
take me away-
I want to go with you.


teach me how to breathe
within rhythm of the rhapsody
of the measureless sea.


some sway with the wind
I choose to fight the tides
show me where the winds go
when they clash side by side.
never ever forget
what it's like to feel alive

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

I wish I could fly

Up to the sky

So that when I cry

My tears and my pain

Will blend with the rain

Then no one will know

I’m dying so slow

I’ll lie on a cloud

And fade away.

Here comes the Anxietea.
                
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