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My life is a collection of tragedies
Some pieces of euphoria are clumsily stitched into it
From afar it looks like a masterpiece
But a closer look will reveal an ugly truth

A canvass filled with void
Have I ever told you
The definition of insanity?

It's doing the same thing over and over again
Expecting results to change

You wake up
Brush your filthy teeth
Take a shower
Pick your best clothes
Eat your food
And spray that stupid fragrance of yours

You get out
You socialize
You work
You study
You do all the things
People label as
"Normal"

And tomorrow, you will do this again
Because you believe that this is sane
As long as the society accepts you

But no
Because you are stuck inside a loop
That everyone falls into
You don't dare to be different
You don't live
You just exist.

Now....
Have I ever told you
The definition of insanity?
I'd like to think
That the stars from above guided me to you
A sailor lost in a stormy sea
Into a sanctuary where a maiden lives
Reigniting a dead fire that
turned a heart made of stone
Into vats of molten rock.

And whenever I rest my gaze
Upon those mysterious eyes
A pang of pain strikes my chest
As if the universe is reminding me
That you're a lover I have long lost
In another life, another realm, another world

But the currents of life held us in liaison
And we swim in this vast sea
Knowing that one day
The currents will wash us away
On the same shore where it all began
She's the ink that forces my pen to bleed words
There was
A blank book
No trace of ink
Could be found on its surface
But there lies a story
Between its torn pages
I've always wanted to be naked in front of you
Not naked in a way you would think
Without the clothes and jeans
But naked
Without all the secrets and walls
To let you in to my soul
For you to see my chaotic thoughts
To take a glimpse at my deepest fears
To marvel at my arduous dreams
To laugh at my embarrassing moments
To cry at my forlorn stories

After this, know that
This is the most intimate moment
I can share with you
For I have never let anyone
See me this naked
 Oct 2015 Strawberry Aster
Corset
The Moon

We are the waxen crescent feast of star shine
the poetic moon groom,
the romantic echo of sun
while it murmurs in swishing tide of peaceful sleep
each half of the heart drawn by the moonlit *****
strolling the Titanic proportionate
a two headed bobbing horizon lost at sea
could you dream of me in dune songs
whispering tomorrow dawning in summer sonnets
could you think of me possibly
when ever you gaze up at a waxing Moon.
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