Even sweetest muse
cannot carry the burden
which singing of you
drops on pearly gates.

Given the choice between
heaven or hell,
you have chosen the path
that leads to a better place
for everyone involved.

Demonic swathes attempt to
steady themselves
for the barrage of good fortune
that sight of you brings
to the condemned and their kin.

I hate it when you do that;
the way you dissolve a
malignant thought
with some melodious sentence,
whatever it may be.

Your voice
is the judgement in my mind's courtroom
that breaks the shackles
holding my ego hostage,
where flowers do not bloom
and hope is six feet from reality.

If dreams can only be true,
Then in my life I can have you.
If dreams can be so real,
Then it’s your love I can feel.

I can see you face to face,
In any time at any place.
I can always be with you,
And prove what I feel for you is true.

You’ll never be a character in a book,
For which I am very hooked.
You’ll never be in my imaginations,
But a part of the real world’s situation.

I can touch your face with my fingertips,
And I can kiss your lovely lips.
I can be a heroine in your life,
And save you from sorrows and strife.

If only you can leap through the books’ pages,
And have life to the end of ages.
If only you live in reality,
Then I am able to erase my fantasies.

I can wait ‘till the ends of time,
Until this poem runs out of rhyme.
I can love you forever,
Like the song The 12th of Never.

But all I can do is dream,
Dream ‘till the fire runs out of gleam.
Until my life here is longer no more,
I am sure you will always be staying in a bookstore.

she just wanted to feel pretty
so she sliced her wrists to ease the pain
the blood was a beautiful sight to see
than lipstick pressed on lips with vain

"one day", she said "one day i'll be
the one so perfect, the ideal, the real me
with the body, the face, the skin and hair,
the ones who called me ugly, will never dare"

before she could even break into a smile
her eyes stopped moving and her mouth went dry
with the very last breath that left her lips
her body went lifeless, and so she died

n.j.

I planted flowers
At your feet
But they soon
Grew too tall,
And tangled 'round
Your face until
You were not
There at all.

He was,

Taboo.

His whole existence was,
Wrong,
Ominous,

Obscene.

Oh so Taboo in his walk, speech,
each
and every step was Meticulous
it was ridiculous  

He was,

EVERYTHING

i want to draw some naked ladies for a living

i want to make wood melt and turn marble soft

i want to think for the scholars and question long thought ideas

i want the rich to hate me

i want to sneak out their bedroom windows

i want to pass out uninvited in their country estate

i want their daughters to eye me

and make true so easily

what their dreams can't gestate