milk and honey
on your lips
your perfume
sweet and soft
a milky bath
soak it in
dripping from my skin
taste it on your tongue
warm in my arms
sticky and smooth
like the way you make me feel

For all her life she dreamt of perfect person
A dark dusty tall man , she always wanted
But culture and family stop her from chosing the person she want to marry
They say "while chosing man, the only important thing is how much he earn "
Some say "first you have to look for yourself in the mirror "
who said that ugly girls should marry ugly boys but ugly boys should marry beautiful girls
we all are human and we all have right to dream about everything
Nobody can stop me
hope the fate give me everything that i want

Find me at the cliff end ,
Where the roots bind me,
To the ground .
My soul dreams of plunging
Into the foggy mist ,
Into the freezing water  

Fell for the snake ,
It poisoned my soul,
Left me in the dark ,
Cursed darkness.
The plague of mind that blinds me with doubt and hate .

My soul demands a purgatory,
From the dark .
It yearns the euphoria of life .
The roots remind me ,
Of my past euphoria ,
Well before the plague.
It must go, before it finds its roots in my veins.

i want to dance nonchalantly in a dust-ridden library
to all the cheesy ol' love songs from 1953,
with someone just as lost in the world's rapid haze as me

in the lazy afternoon sunlight of early spring
we could smile at the clouds messy formations in pink
ask ourselves if nature was really meant to be so god-**** pretty
while staring at each other with unspoken mutuality

sometimes i wonder
whether a person like that will ever come across me
or if this will stay a hopeless romantic's daydream forever

we'll see.

© fey (26/03/20)

There is nothing to write about
Oh but look! The sun is out!
But again that's so dull,
Maybe I'll write about a bull?
No no no, no one does that
Oh yeah I used to have hat
It was a wonderful olive green
I loved it when I was a teen!
But those bygone days won't return;
some of it's memories need to burn,
Though it used to be sweet
It was gone in one heartbeat.
So there's nothing to write about
And so every word is filled with doubt
Maybe I'll have something tonight
Or tomorrow, about a flight:

A one with birds
Amidst the skies
Amidst the clouds
Over the mountains
Over the shores
Atop the houses
Atop the hills
One with peace
One with war
My poems will take you afar :)

you're spotting me
in a bubble made of
dreams

poke me to love you