Words spinning around
I'm now in the labyrinth of my head
reminiscing my first kiss with whom I barely know
in her room half naked
She says nothing, but her thought are as if they're hand in hand to mine
electrocuting every fibre of my body
I feel hazy about the times I spent with her,
yet I vividly remember every words she had spoken
She now speaks bout a little river she used to go with her first love, but when will she tell me the words?
I see now, I see that her fire was put out
As the sun beams creep under my skin
this unfrequented place
to find some ease
- ease to the body some, -
trembles to the beat
Time past, and
what once I was and what am now
has given birth to
a long lost youth
who's bound to
in all flames
from Heaven foretold
twice by an Angel,
who once trapped and caught
She's constantly trying
to communicate something incommunicable,
to explain something inexplicable,
to tell about something
she feels every day,
only to make her
into the labyrinth of her thoughts
yet she's a communicator
who shares every trifles of her moments
with clouds above
that guide you home and ignite your bones
something inherently valuable
being a misfit
has been told you
that you tend to be wrong
It also told you
that those lights never easy to find
they never gets lost
once they're found
the one that got away.
I have seen roses bloomed,
red and white,
but no such roses see I her in her eyes
and in some perfumes is there more delight
If snow be white
yellow neon lights grow on her
If the moon smiled the horizon sits on me
like wuthering heights,
titled and shifted,
a series of promises steps forward
Weighing the pale sky with a transparent colour
I've found myself with my head
possessed by an inhuman hunger
to a girl with the enigmatic mind,
affixed to mine
I can feel it trying
to funnel my heart thro'
bending back and forth
only to make a space,
a sense of solitary absence,
unwarmed by the sweet air drove by her o'mouth
and it keeps swinging around
It fled through my fingers the hollow leans on me
wi' thy gone.
She is of the opinion that the way to get out
of feeling stuck or dragged in life is
to turn off all lights off in her room
and ****** Fall Out Boy songs
by playing on repeat.
when silence becomes as a whole
and fritters away every morning;
the hues and harmonies
of unfrequented places
The foretold stories of her hums
to her heartbeat
as to sync with her departed smile
it seems to move such a scope
from Clouds of Atlas
only to cauterise all in flames.
and comes last in sight
when she is at ease
and those unseen awful thoughts in her mind
Her body stumbles and her words fumble
like life and fear equal shadows
of used things-
that she is.
Seceond edition, unpublished, personal.
Trigger warning: view at your risk.
In an ocean of thoughts
I gasped for my last breath.
I was a dead city then
and I am a city of brisk air now.
In a matter of fact,
to be someone else.
I was a runaway girl in light clothes
and cigarettes was the thought that I cling to
but I started caring about you and it all became a dust of ashes
just like everything else turned to shy.