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  Jan 2015 Sumyth
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
  Jan 2015 Sumyth
A
My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop
Sumyth Jan 2015
You wake up in the morning
To the chaos of human stampede
As you recollect and relive your last night
You totally miss the morning sunlight.
Beams of questions appear-
Through slightly ajar doors
Through open slits in the windows
Zigzagging through the overhead green canopy
It finds you.
And you look away
Or close your eyes.

You try to work in the noon
amid the mayhem of human voices
As you walk by few trees
You ignore the beckoning of the breeze.
Winds of questions appear-
Blowing over vast mountains
Speeding across plains
Tiptoeing through the concrete forest
It brushes your skin, welcoming you.
And you close your arms
Or close your eyes.

You lie down and close your eyes in the eve
Going through a cauldron of human feelings
Giving the trivial thoughts a long run
You totally ignore the most important ones.

You should be sprinting along with the wind
And sailing over the tides
Going beyond the sun rays
And seeing what’s there on the other side.

While you seek the God, the Creator
You can be one with nature
This is the at-one-ment
Waiting for you after a gritty climb.
So open your eyes and see all you can
Before you close it for the last time.

— The End —