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I see you stirring
out in the far southwest
Just now I feel your wind
licking my face
I see something so awesomely
beautiful .
I want you to come home to my place

I see your naked thighs
shaking your hips of desire
I am amazed as you snake
through my ruins
Throwing kisses of debris
Stripping off the bark
of my trunk

I long for your twisted breath
in my hair
as you pound my foundation
to the ground
You splinter my resistance
My bricks fall into your embrace
Your black hair goes flared

Be my tornadic love affair
Stay with me until your thunder bares
All lightnings charge
making me glow everywhere
Twirl me , separate me ,
take your toll
I lie under your spell
The walls will cave in
And trap you under debris
Never to see light
Just another haiku.
danielle Nov 2014
when you came into my life, i closed my eyes and let my heart beat so fast.
i wasn't aware that i take one step forward for every beat my heart do.

i loved you carelessly that i started running away from home because you made my heart beat faster and faster.

but it suddenly stopped.

with no reason or even a word from you.

you stopped making my heart beat and realised i also stopped running.

i waited and waited for you to come back.
i stand there hanging with my eyes closed.
i waited for you to hold my hand and lead me to my way home atleast.

but you didn't.

with pain and thirst and hunger (of you)
i decided to open my eyes
and discovered,

i am lost.
(what happened to us?)
Noandy Oct 2014
Here I stand on the intersection
Blocking every apparition
That appears before the collision
Of my unearthed passion

The debris it scattered
And the fragments it recollected
Did no good for our Russian Roulette
And my black dress that sweeped

Aiming blade to each direction
And shadow-chasing apparitions
Here I stand, on the intersection
With the devil’s spawn in front

The sinner angel on my left
The lost brothers of long-ago arts
And the mourning ladies behind in red
If I let my blade slip in front

Inferno is the runaway paradise prepared
Yet if I let my blade to my sides
Heaven hold no place for my stained black dress
And the mourning ladies in red

Have no colors that resembles mine
But that is just an extermination
That won’t even matter
For tragic is just a trapped magic
Liz Jul 2014
I've been told
time can heal anything
but it seems time won't let me forget
it can't put back together
all the glass I have shattered

with all my sharp edges
and my pointed parts
i tried to keep from cutting you too

time can't heal
it can't fix my enduring guilt
all these things I don't speak of
they're burried
playing with the debris
and I guess I'm just Sorry for saying Sorry

— The End —