I waited for the storm to stop,
for the promise of a rainbow on top.

I waited for the trees to grow,
so I could reap the fruit I sow.

I waited for the flower to bloom;
perhaps it may brighten my room.

I waited for the sun to set,
for the view helps me to forget.

I waited for birds to sing;
their song starts the morning.

I waited for the summer,
for my bed is getting colder.

I waited for the rain,
because rain calms the pain.

I waited for the stars tonight;
they give hope, that someday, it might...

I waited for the world to sleep,
so all night, I could weep.

I waited for your love that I lack,
because you promised that you'll come back.

I Die Daily
Daily I am Born

Life and Death
Both are my Friend

Death is Lovely
Life is Ugly

Death is Cool
Life makes us Fool

Death is inevitable
Life may fail

I like my daily Death
No tension at all

Sleep is my daily death
I enjoy it after all

No day goes by without a mistake,
If only I'd told her, and given her my coat,
I'd be some one she can't forsake.
But the words I could not utter, were stuck in my throat

---If all people need love, then why bother with fruitless chasing?
Limited time, but wasteful hearts, for what?
For I know love is not rational, instead felt, it cannot be stopped
So waste no time and lend me a moment---

If only I'd told you then, that cold afternoon,
But love is scarcely spoken by a short-lived buffoon.

.
And so he sits
once more
folding his life
into an origami box.
Paper walls,
cellophane ceilings.
Counting out syllables.
Sequenced
to twist-**** the mind.
And quietly
he sits
ghosting the room.



© Pagan Paul (04/03/19)

It’s true, Real love is for the fools
So hurt me, I know you want to
We’re better misunderstood