I need a wishbone or a loophole sick of you and this old soup bowl I thought this plague would fade away I thought your chest was my favourite place tarot cards led me astray, I guess I try to never compress, I try to focus on my dress a ring that makes me smile or a vibrant hue anything to forget about you how about when you made butterflies erupt in my stomach how about when you made me think I knew what love is floating on the shipwreck waiting to be brought to shore these moments allowed me to process and plan for my next project, my next attack you thought you could beat me down think again
Calling all, This is our last cry before eternal silence.*
In the quiet spaces between waves the last vestiges of humanity sink, dots, bubbles bursting in sea foam fragile as mermaids' souls, dashes, innumerable shafts of sun on water Cascading to the sea floor. Cast the net of time wider The final chorus of lost comrades fervent tapping of fingertips Lingering in the swells. . . . - - - . . . . . . - - - . . .
The italicized verse is the French Navy’s last message transmitted before discontinuing Morse code in French waters. The Morse code at the end of the poem is SOS.
His eyes are gleaming as he glistens from afar, How beautiful it is to have an Aphrodite like appearance, I wonder how it would be like to fell in rabbit hole.
Why it felt like second hand though we waltzed on a shipwreck I lost on his footsteps as I tighten the grip on his hands. I watched the stardust fall from his eyelash, dreams do come true as I fall for that hope.
i'm becoming more reckless as the days go on jumping off buildings and jumping in front of cars not to die but to almost die maybe then you'd come back home maybe then you'd see just how much pain you caused me but even if you did come home, at this point I'm not sure I would be able to forgive you anymore