Pure fire of
the soul, my heart rages against the mind and safer thoughts. This flame, this heat, seaps into my veins and pumps a surreal kind of senitivity throughout my being. It's all consuming; with a breath and life of its own. This impetuous imp cares nothing for common sense, and like a babe to his Mother's breast, I want to drink up all life has to offer, every last drop. There is a thirst that can't be quenched, a hunger that's never filled and like a wolf after the ****, I want to gorge myself on a lifetime of tommorows forging my way through a lifetime of broken dreams and childhood schemes gone awry.
I'm serious this time
It's not just a line My heart is truly bleeding They found a clot And like it or not It simply isn't healing So under I go I need you to know It's such a wretched feeling To know you aren't there And that you don't care That my heart is truly bleeding
I will get small sparks
for little parts of playful verses throughout the day, then type and save them to my phone. Eventually, working them into to something by the end of the night, but if I don't have any inspiration by evening's end, I will play some instrumental music I haven't listened to yet, look at paintings online, and read some poetry from Tumblr till something hits.
I once was so eager to find the meaning of life,
never knew the reason why of facing the strife. I was naive, thinking life was easy before, as I grew older, I'd learned a little more. now I understand, not to find the meaning of life, 'cause I'm the the one who define my own life. albeit delightful or woeful I'll feel, it's all depend on the way I choose to live.
it's like walking into a garth,
overwhelmed by the blossoms. there's nothing better than this making my heart whole blooms. yet it's like an autumnal equinox, there's a time to whither and die. albeit leaves fall on the ground, but I bet it'll be remembered. I feel not blithe nor blue whilst entering the whole new chapter, 'cause it won't be the same like before. it makes me to wonder, how blue will be defined after?
fall little by little, this town becomes whiter and whiter. old memories keep lingering in the air, cold breeze can never blow them away. in her mouth the snowflakes melt, in her lungs the bitterness overspreads. old memories are too precious to be thrown, yet too heavy to be held.
little by little, this town becomes whiter and whiter. people rush to home with longing, people stay at home to keep warm. leaving an empty street with snow, carrying love back home but never the snow. like my heart the empty street is, like my soul the snow is.
fall little by little, this town becomes whiter and whiter. sparrows move to a warmer place, trees somehow have fallen asleep. no blossoms bloom, no soothing tune, somehow, I'm missing you. snowflakes fade away little by little, this town become brighter and brighter. perhaps, you'll come to me, like the spring promised to me. or perhaps, I shall cherish the cherry blossoms for I've gone through that all alone.
somehow, I'm missing you.
fascinating, like the aroma of tea,
pleasing moon to have a drink. like the liquor, it brings the glee, overfill my cup but not to drunk. tonight, let's paint the town red, there in my throat the odours overspread. under the moonlight, I dance with my shadow, holding a wine, too fine to swallow. I'm not drunk and it might be true, stumbling and murmuring on the way back home. my life is not utterly dark nor blue, I'm just missing him and the dawn.
I'm just missing him and the dawn.