The flagging bird in cage
Smothered sea in stillness of my heart
Freedom is heaven they crave!

Feeling like I’m floating in a pool of happiness
All is well, everything is okay and there is a sight of
straight and narrow way
Decays are banded and ghost from Satan is stranded
A chance for Eternity, that’s all I see

I’ve been in the side of this world’s distress
In a room where there is an overflowing of mess
I’ve been in a haunted place before
Loads of problems, trials and aches that cuts me to the core

I still remember the confusion of being unknown
I can do nothing but buried myself and frown
Those “Life is so unfair!” moments rings in my mind
The point where I can’t lift where I should stand

And what I realized now is God is love, generosity and everything
I once believe in this. Now I never allow my weakness to paralyze me
I learned the most important lesson in my life:
That is my one certainty; we are all the manifestation of His divinity

He never promises us an easy journey, only safe arrival …

My hand reached out
to grab
to touch
to feel
to know
you are right next to me.
My faced rolled sideways
to glance
to memorize
to communicate
to smile
only to be peppered with kisses.
It reminded me of a butterfly's powdery wings
as your lips skim my skin.
Suddenly you pull the bed cover above us
building a fort, reminiscing on our childhood memories.
I sit up
to stare
to admire
your naked chest.
I crawl towards you
to snuggle
to sit
on your lap.
Then,
you drifted away
to beyond
to the dark
to chaos
to hurt
but you were just a particle of my imagination.
Whom I was falling deeply for.

I saw it simmer, threatening to die down.
Flickering as the water fed on its essence,
But it didn’t die and the bluish orange continued to the edge of the paper
And on to the lining of the toilets water, raising my fear of its end.
It never stopped moving steadily to the very corner giving out a darkness and a pungent burning coal smell to fulfill my atrocious purpose.
The flames grew a brighter orange that diminished the blue as they came at the paper’s corner,
I gave up hope, there was no more of the orange or blue.
There were no more flames and my motive was left unfulfilled.
Those last flames that elevated my desire,
Had it terminated just as fast.
The fire was never able to strip that ****** name off,
It lay there mocking me on the blemished paper.
Even though the blaze had been flushed,
Mine just rose up enough to get me writing this poem.

Like a fire in Satan’s lair,
Fury burned through my insides,
Gnawing at my hair,
It burned those sitting beside.
The lasting hurt and burn,
Flames squeezing out my strength,
Blankets of heat making me churn,
Glares extending their length.
Tormenting dreams enter my mind,
Horrors feed on my life,
Always a new torture for places they find.
Is this my new life
for all those thoughts that push me
on the edge of insanity.
Am I dead?
Am I alive?
I feel anger searing through my veins.
I consume so much hate.
I am numb.
I am lost.
I am in rage.