The night will always be empty
With stars no longer a plenty
No crickets shall be heard chirping
No wind shall be heard whispering

Only voices, voices shouting out from the abyss
each heart wrenching screech shall come a sickening bliss.
Blood will flow endlessly from your lips
And a swift death, given by a bittersweet kiss

Your pain shall be rewarded by joy
Harm shall reciprocate pleasure
Defeat will no longer yield anger
And death shall no longer seem as stranger

Tears will mix with blood and sweat
Over flowing your emotions so
Struggle will no longer give you fret
As it shall flower a beautiful sorrow

The night will always be empty
With only the moon shining
It will, however, be filled a plenty
With flowers of sorrow blooming.

Love lies on a razor
shoots through the clouds
as a lazor.
Please don't let me down, I look up.
Blink at the raining blossoms.

I convalesce in my self-made imaginary infirmary,
a red sphere floating firm above
a Japanese blotched black ink dove.
Blink up at the raining roses
Squint up at the blinking blossoms.

Love built the cross,
it also built the atom bomb.

Roses rain down in flurries.
Blossoms blink down in a hurry.

It would be sin for us to scurry,
even as the love spoken previous
beams down from heaven, is impossible
for us to bury.
If this is my truth, let it be conjoined, to become our truth.
And,
with outstretched skinny fists protruding out from the clouds above.
I watch as the Rose petals float fluttering down in a
flurry.
I blink up at the rolling, bowling, balling, beautiful blossoms....falling.

As the the is dawning.
As the sun is dawning

The air is chill, but it will soon be warm,
The perfect condition for the blossoms.
The pale pink petals, dancing in the wind,
Share their delicate beauty with the world.

However, such beauty does not last long.
Within the month, the flowers will be gone.
Why does the tree behold such quaint flowers,
If only to withdraw them soon after?

Such is the nature of exquisite things,
Burning brilliantly before fizzling.
Leaving an empty hole where it once burned,
Patched up over time but never returned.

Within life, everything follows these rules.
The loss of creativity in schools,
Or the death of loved ones from heart problems
Display the Law of the Cherry Blossoms.

Don't you dare speak those words.

You know exactly what they will do,
to you,
and to him.

There will be no more
you and him.

Like the peach blossoms
broken from the delicate, young branches,
the verbal hail storm,
the weight of the ice,
will knock him to the frozen ground.

Raw,
Unsure how much affection he can return,
of how his own whirling thoughts fit with yours.
Your tale, far from fairy, will end.

Your open heart will shrivel,
like the salty sardines you left on the wooden picnic table
in the burning sun.

You will regret your thoughts and
you will regret your feelings,
but know, sadly, there was nothing left to do,
but leave too soon.

I have run through snow
and heat before the cherry
blossoms have fallen

The boy started to play the piano
As his melody resounds,
I saw the sunflowers filled the stage,
An illusion.

When his fingers push the keys
I feel his hands
holding my heart
crushing it with his music.

But you suddenly disappeared,
like how you left the piano
in the lonely stage,
leaving me in pain.

I waited for you
wishing to hear you play again,
To touch the piano keys,
To hold my heart.

Years passed,
you came back
walking in the old stage
and I'm here again, admiring you.

The boy turned into a fine man
He starts to play the piano
Cherry blossoms filled the stage
Another illusion.

From the dazzling flower
with bright yellow petals
to an occasional blossom
with light, soft color.

Your music changed
You've changed
But one thing hasn't,
my love.