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rin Nov 2018
The wind blows south
-and it all falls down.
Where’d it go?
My empire of cards.

The queen’s been beheaded!
and so, if I read it,
I’d still be in court,
as of now.

The king’s gone to rest,
while the ace’s gone wild.
His mighty staff,
crumpled and thrown-

The seconds are ticking,
the cat’s eyes gone round.
May I please have,
just one more round?

The sheet has gone dull,
while the sign is now null.
Oh what can I do, but just cry!

The queen’s been beheaded,
and the king’s gone to rest,
while the ace’s gone terribly wild!
There is no redemption,
and there is nothing worthwhile,
In this world of fallen cards.
They say the fool is the strongest card,
but what's the point when the fool's all alone?
rin Oct 2018
the candle flickers,
yet the lion’s roar grows
the wind blows slightly,
yet even the wise owl knows

that the fire of the forest,
the ever burning light
would always start small
yet grow ever so bright

as the wolves stop to howl,
and the cocoons start to crack
the old man looks out the window,
wondering what it is that he lacks
[the monster was overcome with what he learned was fire. it gave warmth and heat, yet it burned his skin. how could something be able to help yet harm? how can something be essentially good yet evil? he could not understand]
rin Oct 2018
A crescendo is nearing!
the metronome’s gone haywire!
It’s impossible to stop it
The desire, oh the desire...

Clockwise, I’m certain,
that the whole world should
already be as usual.
Yet it keeps spinning faster!
- and faster!
A crescendo is indeed nearing!

The sun and moon are dancing.
Yet their paces are unmatched, so-
who will be there to slow it down?
Noone! It seems!

The-
never ending,
never stopping,
never resting,
never slowing down,
need.
Shoutout to my needs
rin Oct 2018
Summer wind blows,
and the humid air stays put.
a single white cat,
walks in the alley towards me

the cat’s eyes locked with my own.
squinted, and unblinking.
reaching out, I patted his fur.
he didn’t move.

a choir of the city traffic crosses by,
as I stood upon the single white cat.
soon, the minutes passes,
and the cat leaves me, once more.

alone and unbothered,
the white cat walked away
over the cobblestone surface
under the endless blue sky

Winter wind blows,
and the humid air stays put.
the single white cat,
walks in the alley towards me
Cat's don't like me that much, It seems.
rin Oct 2018
Red ants crawl up my skin
biting away what’s left
I thought I was fine by now
I thought I wasn’t scared of ants anymore

My breathings gone hard
Eyelids daring to close at anytime
I can’t go now
but I can’t let them take all of it away

I can't.
[1] ants are terrible
[2] that's it lol

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