The bowl of a glass ashtray
on the night-stand
is brimming with cigarette
butts and burnt tobacco.

This is what wasted
time looks like.

Grey songs
of a caged bird:
*ashes and cigarette butts

Poetry IS - Love,
made malleable through the eyes
that behold beauty.
It's Life, and the Love of Life, malleable.
Poetry is to be Touched,
to be moved by
and with love...



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Now bold to keep hold
of child idle wishes,

when in all a boy's life
the bliss is true in kisses.

Verbose promises mostly misses.

What is corporeal is made real
in beloved eyes' appeal

yet just one is giving deepnesses,
heaven half realized in their weaknesses.

A sunken heart congeals.

Framed in little honest pictorial pieces.

What did I do
To make things end like this with you
What did I say
To make things end up this way
How can I take
All of this pain away
I never meant to hurt you
I just wanted to love you
You never message me
Anymore
Life is leaving
Walking out the door
I don't cut
But
If you don't message
I wish I was dead
And lay awake
Forevermore

Running out of time
Come on tell me a rhyme
See I recently lost my mind
I was wondering around in a wonderland
So tell me if it becomes your find
I really need it so I can listen to my favorite band
I don't get what I've said
I should really go to bed

When powers she wields
river she breaks homes
floods paddy fields

Swords of rains
swells her hurt pride
boils her veins

Vengeful she brims
breaks the lock gate
cultivator's dreams

Gone is sweet flow
in the moonlight
soft silver glow

Simmers her soul
raging red hot
she burns like coal

With inflamed tides
she devours the crop
growing on her sides

River now a curse
she wouldn't recede
without leaving scars

She can't be blamed at all
men have only ravaged her
taken her all.

That feeling
Like you wrapped your cold hands around
My heart
Squeezing the warmth and love out of it
Until it was empty.
But I never minded,
As my heart loved the feel of your hands
And needed to be cooled down every once in a while
Because every time I looked at you
It warmed up again.

Morning will be here
soon enough says the moon,

only the night knows the truth
that lies dark in your heart

where love sleeps forever,
deep, and never dreaming.