I’ve been kissed in the night
by the moon
Everything so  light.
What a delight!!
Changes are following
Changes of  tides
During day time I am blue.
The kiss was tender ,It’s true.
It’s the key for my existence
For me to be!
I am the sea!!

Shell ✨🐚

Surrounded we are

In the essence of

A Lie

A show

A setup

Hypocrisy

Brain washed we are

Manipulated

Mutilated

Muted

Controlled

Separated we are

By origin

By race

By color

Differentiated

Away from the truth we are

Disguised

Fabricated

Denied

Blinded

Violated

Poisoned

­Departed from what we are

Just far far off

Want to make me a dress
With a piece of the sky
Yes that's right
Something heavenly blue
I like to try

Will it feel like silky blue satin
Will it have
cloudy white dots,
warm yellow beams or a
colorful   touch  

Guess it depends on the weather
How it turns out to be
this heavenly dress
exclusively for me

I know!
I'll  make it at midnight!
This blue dress of mine
To have
bright sparkling diamonds
as stars kissing the sky!
'O beautiful
midnight blue dress of mine.

🐚✨
Shell

i want a smoke
to fill all my empty places
(**** there are
so many)

but it can't fill my
arms

so i guess you'll have to come and do that

tell me, how can someone truly be gone? you were breathing the stale musty air, sitting on rickety bus stop bench simply a moment ago. But now you lay empty and grey staring at me with that face I once so gingerly touched with eyes that aren't your own, glazed over baby blues that chill you straight to the bone.

A.C.

Vast and deep, even the oceans envy your eyes.

A.C.

In the midst of the tinsel scrum
with most calendar doors feathered open
sometimes a melancholy still calls.
The fevered peaks of nativity plays
or the constant electric anticipation
of just what is in that box
can give way to a sudden sigh
in Christmas blue.

If you wish to grow these
sunflowers within my blue walls

Know that I am a house
the sun never visits, but I have:

Vacant rooms
with burning lovers

Floors
with footprints of dead florists

Albums
with nostalgic photographs of her

A single bed
on my scorching roof

Stairs
that creak to the rhythm of my growing pain

Doors
with engraved haikus

Mirrors
that reflect her image in front of my blue walls