O my star, that shines so bright
Why are you so dim tonight?
Have your dreams gone bad?
Is the sky too high?
Have other stars fallen from the sky?
Is the sea too low
To scoop down below
The dreams of mountains you have wanted so?

O my star, I can’t refute
The gloom and dark that grasps your foot
Even more so, I cannot shake
The pain and agony that it makes
To rid of stuff that breaks your bones,
- The twisted lies, the painful moans
And all I can do is wait.
Reflecting on my sins and testing faith.

O my dear star, I am in despair
For things went out of hand, and I am aware.
The sorrow that you have been feeling out in space
Is showering down on my cold, damp face
And every tear that trickles from your eyes
- It breaks my heart and a part of me dies.
Surely, I am always trying to be strong
But the question is, for how long?

My heart beats slower the further you step

away from me, the distance we made

is too far to reach. And all along I thought

that a miracle could happen.

But in this I was wronged.

the mirror has shattered,

the reflection, broken

to tiny pieces of you,

and nothing else of me.

And as the days grow longer,

the severed tie

cuts through my skin

and

weakens my bones.

I wish that I could live

for a little bit more

but every step I make

takes a breath away,

and every breath

takes life.

My well has run dry.

And there is nothing else to do

but to sit and cry for

all the things I lost

For every piece that has been shattered

For every tear that I have wept.

I wish

that I could regain my composure

but this too, has been torn down.

I am just empty

and tired

weary

and numb.

And I couldn’t blame you

for I am also responsible

but you rose again like the sun

and I remained

decaying

rotting

dead

holding the shards

of the mirror you broke

even though it hurts

and digging the soil

underneath

for the burial of my heart.

Please don’t leave me

Now that you have been too dear

To me, though it might be queer to say that

You have been a huge part of my life

(even if your purpose remains unclear)

You have already struck my heart like cupid

It’s just that

You shot me not with an arrow

But with a spear

–

Like a javelin thrown with such tremendous force

That I didn’t have much time to prepare

For it, and I can only do nothing (for I am not aware)

But to shed a tear

A tear not of pain

Not of anger

Nor sorrow

But of joy

Joy of knowing that somewhere,

Someone is thinking of me

Joy of knowing that for someone, I am special

And it makes me feel special, and anyone can see it

For loving someone gives happiness in parts

But being loved back is the soul of the art.

–

But what happened to all of these?

Why does it have to rain

Whilst a child is still enjoying the sun?

Why does it have to turn into a drastic nightmare

And tear my heart apart?

Not only my heart but also my soul and

Everything that completes me, I lost

All the emotions that I tried to keep

Safe from harm, ruined

My visions of the future, our future and

Everything else that lies ahead of us.

What emptiness awaits me? I dread

Of becoming a mere vessel, without a soul

Without any chance of being whole.

–

Alas, the time has come for your departure

I don’t mean to be rude but

Is it not right for a soul to hold on and not let go?

Do you really have to leave this heart you have encaptured?

And now leave me in rapture

But did not dare to mend me

Because you cannot touch me

And I cannot touch you either

Because you are only a ghost

And I am only human.

And now I am left with one solution

To end this confusion I would give up everything

Just to stay forever in this illusion

Because to live without you makes life not worth living

And every moment turns to grieving.

–

And now for once in this winter

I feel warmth from deep within

The sadness starts to fade and

All the pain that has been

Turned back to joy

For I know that on the other side

You wait for my arrival

Along with all the emotions I lost

On the garden by the sea

And that we will be together

For all eternity

And for all eternity it shall be.

It pours like the rain

and nothing will be left

above.

No sign of life at all, just

silence.

And there will be nothing

but sorrow

and regret

flooding

below.

Our fragile lives mean to exist
To traverse the exosphere;
To reach the sky with all our might,
Fatalities we tear.
We live to save and to redeem
Men from the darkness and their fears.

A gnarly looking metal box
In which each soul must reside
To pierce the heavens up above
With buttons and levers pied.
Collectively sent out to space
As bearers of love and pride.

But still the matter does not change,
That we have been left alone.
Across the emptiness we stride,
And our own souls we hone
To endure each day that passes-
Indeed, our hearts have grown!

And as we propel into space
In these metal inventions,
A trail of steam is left behind
Comprised of our abstractions
Of how our fragile lives exist
For human satisfaction.

The serpent wraps itself

tightly around my neck

yearning for the flesh

it hasn’t tasted

for a long time ago.

And as its fangs sink

deeper into my skin,

the pain fades away

and I would feel

nothing

but the venom

rushing through my veins

searching for the reason

why I am in distress –

or is it me who is looking for it?

A teaspoon

of coffee,

a dash

of

sugar,

and a heap of

my favorite cream.

-

But even this

tastes bland

without

a glimpse of your smile,

the sound of your voice,

and

the warmth of your love.

In this,

I am satisfied enough.

How foolish it is
to make a princess cry
and never dry her tears.
O, pitiful knight, fret not
because your sins are never
without reason. You wield
a double-edged blade, and
for every tear she has shed,
you draw blood. What you have done
is for the better, and you should be happy.
Close your eyes and whisper to yourself:
“I am fine, I can handle the bruises
and cuts that I received,
albeit i know that it will not heal.
It just hurts me if I ever tarnish
such a beautiful yet fragile soul,
and so, all is fine and well.”
Hold your ground, be still
because she is not for you to take.
A prize so bountiful and rich
is for a champion to receive.
O, pitiful knight, oil your irons,
polish them, brace for the incoming impact.
The war is never done, though the princess
has been won. Guard her with all your might
even from afar because that is a task for you to do.
A princess needs to be strong, too, and
it can only be achieved by paying such a small price.
O, pitiful knight, you have been battered from the start.
holding that worn-out shield near your chest, staggering
to your feet, and never yielded to rest your mutilated heart
Do not show emotions, for it only weakens the soul.
Never let your sacrifice be in vain. Stand your ground,
because the war is never over for you.

Tear asunder

the hatred and disbelief

and you will find a sapling

crawling under your skin

digging deeper as you breathe

finding its way to your heart.

-------

Close your eyes

and feel your pulse

as it weakens every moment

finding light from deep within

as the blood

gush and wreathe

In your soul that has been rifted apart.

-------

Rest your mind

and think

of the carcasses that has once surrounded you

and how long the time has been

when you pulled the sword out of its sheathe

and the battle has yet to start.

Am I the only one

to see the darkness in your eyes,

to feel the hatred in disguise,

to hear the noise inside your head

that punctures walls and words unsaid,

to linger more each passing day,

and pick up thorns you throw away,

to bridge the gap, to fill the void,

to build the walls that were destroyed,

to find the sun within your night

and bathe you with this unseen light,

to crush your dreams and break your heart

and keep the pieces of your world

torn apart

And so I ask, am I the one

or am I just another

work undone?

The air, it tastes of aspartame
O, how the shadow swooned.
Abrasive, it shifted hues
to white, from a maroon.
Alone, he treads on endlessly
without any sight of the moon.

Alone, he treads on endlessly
under bleak skies he spoke too soon.
A night of emptiness befalls
without any sight of the moon.
A light within still flickers
O, how the shadow swooned.

A light within still flickers.
A wisp from a cocoon.
An agonized longing rises
O, how the shadow swooned.
"but none was left but embers"
under bleak skies he spoke to soon.