My hands are red against my ribs
the skin is marked with purple paint
and I rainbow in the gaps

though I lie motionless
my imagined lips contort
across the destinies of other's
craving shallow touch

each partner a slightly different waist
a different flavor

can these fantastic kisses
**** stars out from my soulfire?
or do they keep alive
my darling sweet desire?

My secret silent practice
my dancing under moon
may turn out to be witches work
and come to haunt me soon

I don't degrade by *******
I do not stoop to ****
But are these moments hights indeed?
Or bleeding cosmos,
love forlorn?

I woke up in the middle of the night,
and realized that I am more free than I have ever been in my life.

Yet,
All I want to do
is show up on your doorstep--
perhaps in one of those rainstorms you love so much better than me--
and beg you to strip the gold leaf from the bars,
because this cage I’ve built of one-way fantasies
is still better than sleeping alone,
and the gilding is all I have to offer
that could possibly compare with the brilliance of her sun.

They usually told me to grow up,
to stop running in the streets,
stop giving out childish antics,
quit watching cartoons
and start acting responsible,
start being like a lady,
to open my eyes and take interest
in what adults or teens like to read.

Maybe I still don't want to let go of my childish self
cause it has been a long time since I've enjoyed myself.
I like fantasies that have a different twist, children who are out of the ordinary, stories that come from another land.
They never cease to excite me and make me think that this thing called reality is just a part of a dream, that my real world exists somewhere in another realm or in another portal where in even though you are already having a nightmare it still seems like a dream.
They might've long grown up but I don't think I will any time soon.

This kid inside me is wild and still wants me to imagine wide as if there ain't no boundaries.

*I believe that the only way out of reality is through a fantasy.

There she goes again
She pops another pill to find bliss.
Her hallucinations of the mirages she perceives to be real make her  free..free from the chains of reality.
If she could make a wish
She'd wish that this high would be eternally.

She had a beautiful smile
though she was in the dark
it evoked thoughts of fire flies.


She pops another pill..her emancipation from reality
It's the only thing that keeps her sane and afloat in this sea,her tears.

She smiled again
And ironically I saw her beauty within.
Slowly she fades away
As I woke up from my dream
A beautiful dream.

She was a deity. A beautiful deity,that awaits me to save her when my conscious to this world is no longer awakening.

These glorious days i wish not to forget
These days of only you and me
The way you look at me
The way you talk to me
The way you hug me
The way you kiss me
The way you touch me
The way you **** me

These days, these glorious days
I would want to repeat over and over again
Like a broken record player
As broken as our souls
Let us play with our naked silhouettes
Keep the fire of this thing that we have
Before everything turns into ashes, even our hidden bones

You stumbled upon my fantasies
wen I let you look into my eyes.
You shout,
"Our reality gets better."
But how?
Convince me and
I want to be convinced.
I am ready to
give up my dreams for us.

I find myself blithely content when she's around though at times I look around and find she's nowhere to be found
Till I close my eyes and smile having seen her in my my mind.


A goddess she is indeed,especially when the corner of her lips are in motion towards her ears. I admire from a distance,she's so ideal. I crept close with my weakened knees pulled closer by the anima mundi and force of attraction in it.
She uttered words to my soul which equalised to my heart to liquidise. Though I was in vagueness with what she said,she sure could sing.


But you know what "they" say that neutral cliché "everything is temporary."I woke up. What a dream.

It turns me on to see you turned on.
I love the way you look turned on,
peaceful yet chaotic,
all in one.
Your body tense as my hands wander along every curve,
your toes curled up in my sheets urging me to go forth,
your face smothered in my pillow to silent your screams,
your legs spread wide open,
wet,
welcoming me in.

I am here to see you burn
to see you choke on my pain
to make you see my broken body

Regret blinds you
as my vengeance finds you

Buried beneath a heap of torment
you suffocate as I laugh

Too bad you killed me
Now these are just wild fantasies