Caffeine & candlelight
pave the way through the twilight
allowing fragments of time
to transform into meter & rhyme.
I meander into the gorged ravine of my mind
before my weary eyes greet the melancholy of the morning.
staggered with hilts
laid waste to
idle Cherubs in
They're off kilter,
with no filter, and
wear stilts where
leaves wilt, sir
please lilt yr
to help the mind
shop, office, and
sentence in pantomime
as though rhyme
were no longer
a kind of
creative crime: But
Trapped in my palms
freed by your touch
your saintly radiance
slowly opened my heart like a love letter
that was a token of my hearts' desires
the thought in my eyes kept me sane
as i held u close in distance
like i was blind
i never seen myself falling for you
virtues held my spatial wavelength with more colours
reciprocal as we met in a vortex
I'll keep you like a delicate promise
i shall not break
permanently put u in a sacred dwelling
rose to garden
a tattoo on my scar with you soothing ink
words intertwined in the eye
an imagination for forever
i think i forgot to take my pills today
i swear somebody just slammed a car door
why else would my ear be ringing and my
unless that was simply the sound of my
looks like a
that was the sound of my neck snapping.
Maybe i just rolled my head
back too hard in agony
'you might feel like yourself'
what a thought.
This can't be me-
i've cried three
times today, please
someone tell me
why i can't sleep
because i always
have to wake up.
fake plastic, burning in my dreadness
some people who whispering those cruel words,
only in the end they are suffering
regret in a fake life.
i'm being myself, a proud fake plastic
being destroyed or not, it's not my problem.
those people are only uttering meaningless things
so i keep being myself, a fake plastic.
please, keep your fake plastic
until you die.