is her favourite colour red?
Like a rose filled with passion and worth loving everyday
or she makes me bleed when I try to hold her
I notice that her hands are red
is it blood of her prior lover or just his kisses
can she ever be a rose of another colour
yellow, pink, white maybe? But then
If I held her then my blood would stain her beauty
now it blends in perfectly like a teardrop in rain
deeper the colour of her lips
for every stroke of petals she touches
but like wine for every passing year
she’ll just get better and better
is her favourite colour blue?
she brings my life out of the blue
like a sea I’ll never know everything about her
which makes me think all the time
and sometimes even dream about her
she is like a moon on a dark blue night
lighting up my life allowing me to see the stars
is her favourite colour green?
Like a leaf she inhales my sorrows and exhale love
she has the ability to change a simple caterpillar
into a colourful butterfly filled with so many colours
many of their names I don’t even know
every spring she is a new shade of green
watching her multiplying like hyacinth over my lake
is that all? No!
She might like white, pink or even exotics like gold
whatever she likes I know she will always colour up my life.

I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks now
my eyes are drier than driest deserts

I feel like a flower slowly losing my colour and petals
my ears long your laughs
which were never for my humour

like a night blooming cereus
mysterious, unique
and I am just a simple daisy
common, innocent

it’s just a crush they told
can a simple crush change me? No.
but true love can

he loved you for your beauty, who wouldn’t?
meanwhile I loved you for your real beauty

beauty that comes from the inside
like a honeybee I come to the smell of nectar
not to the deceiving colours

please come back
even if you don’t even acknowledge me
your face wakens a part which I never knew
and your smiles and laughs fuel it

all these fantasies breaking away with
every passing day without your presence

I don’t want it to end,
it is the only world in which I can feel love
and moreover where I can love you

people say im idealistic
and that might be true
but its better to think
that there is a window with a better view
than the dreary one your looking through
because where theres room
for growth and change
there is also room
to stay the same.

Once more, I find myself
believing every word you said—
a fragile hope,
woven and tangled in my mind.
It wasn’t right then,
and it isn’t right now,
lost in the labyrinth
of a heart that won’t bow.
I should have seen it coming;
the signs were all there.
Yet I wished upon a star,
caught in a silent prayer.
Your final lie,
the shatter of trust—
a haunting reminder
of love reduced to dust.
Why do we seek refuge
in ****** tales,
or cling to Disney dreams,
where true love prevails?
Because only in those dreams
do honest men exist—
not in fractured truths
or silent, torn screams.
I don’t even know
what truly makes me sad—
a quiet ache,
a lingering shadow of doubt.
I called it then,
and now I see it clear:
the echoes of your words—
I no longer need to hear.

Talking tea
With a summoned friend
More than a shadow of due, we...
Know the skirting of justice, to end

Tea with a risen moment
To verify the calm, of seem in a worldly cast
Of duty before youth, a travail to know and lament?
The tally of sore senses, ready to accept here for ask

Somber news, inevitably the voice of regiment
And reason, are you all in life, a rational yet
Come by beauty, of sincerity and just terror to relent
A having dance of minds loved by the appetite we whet

See the misery we appoint, to another
Cause and effect, with a bidding lip of real
Enough totals of shared more, the need of an open bother
To come forward for the soul, if not a spirit of courtesy to feel

Into the void of common questions and answers
To the fate of hours we destined to hope
In the name of couth, and its most frightening tear
With the place and tale of nearness, with a choice beyond cope

Tear the chide of need from your face...
Sent with the love of us, might we sake a new rainbow
You drunk like a passion of demand and the order of says
The chastity of heed we all know could, an eye of heaven to owe

Power is maintained

with traps, purity exists --


in a prison cell.

To heavenly goals

lead only untrodden paths --


only worldly paths.

Waiving happiness

and suffering for the truth:


a better country.

It is nice to dream,

if only you walk with me --


starwalking with me.

One day you will learn

everything you pursued was --


never possible.