Let's hurt deeply each other,
bind up wounds
to become strong together.
that you had been late,
So, let me oppose the fate.
...You do hate
and then disappoint me.
I am already ready
to build up a fortress
made up of the masses of stress...
I don't intend to be clever
as I am myself
more than ever.
You are my part - the missed element,
my personal deficiencies.
I seek the
I stand in
you are the
seen by the
as a fleck,
touch of your
I am a
I am lost
Is the name
I saw faces
I will surrender
If you uncover
me to see
What an appalling yearning it is...
I feel as my spirit will tear apart my presence
to fly where at the moment it would have to be,
breaking all the chains of reality
My life is addicted to you
What a hard conflict...
What a tough task...
Like a patient in a deathbed
I need a 'lifeogen' mask.
I had to be moving to you at the moment,
After a while, I had to be sitting waiting for peace
And you had to be coming in
With your warm greetings...
Now, life is beginning there,
Vitality is filling empty spheres
with your blissful voice and laughter
But none of those existing dumbs
can feel it
Someone is sitting face to face with you
Where once I was sitting
Haven't you still felt the difference?!
Haven't you still found out the case?!
Anyone can take my seat,
But no one can take my place...
Can I forgive myself for my selfishness?!
I am sometimes very egoist and ingrate!
You are laughing, you are happy now
and you feel great,
that is the main point.
I scold myself and evade all of my cravings
You know me - I am the soldier of fortune...
Keep your shining and just only laugh, please...
He came to me dressed in my most secret desires. His face unmasked the figure in all of my clandestine fantasies, his voice the delightfully sinful whisper of temptation that excites my soul, his body the only banquet that could ever truly satisfy my hunger; his entire person has become the bittersweet reason for my absolute yearning. Mind, body, soul - I want all of him, from the very first taste I have been addicted and all at once he has become essential to my survival. I crave him with such a potent need that it is unbearably all-consuming; the slightest thought of him puts my whole body on edge with an exquisitely delicious ache. And though the urges his very existence arouse in me are as wild and insatiable as he is, I have truly never been more satisfied.
I spread my wings
Looking left before turning the other way
This time I can make it
Jumping from the spot I perch on
Soaring across the ranges
Watching my shadow fly over the fields
Almost made it
Looking left and sighing
Once again I didn't make it
One last glance is thrown at the place I yearn for
My wings failing me as I plummet to the ground
My eyes opening only to see the familiar scenery of my room
One more failed attempt to get what I want
Winter is back
she is worst than ever
My soul cries because outside
is no option.
It's cold like my father's love
I could feel the ever presence
of loneliness, death, and the void.
Summer! My love!
Please come back to thee
for winter clutches my soul
sucking my joy dry
leaving me sad,
I would move to Florida
If only Brooklyn wasn't such a home
I would elope back to the tropics
If only I had known.
That there would be days like this
where I yearn a warm breeze,
Short skirts, and tight dresses,
like my first poem,
Only six months left,
as I weep,
i hate you.
not because i have an ounce of spite in me.
i hate you because you made me miss you.
because you just had to time it so perfectly
for my lonesome, wondering soul
to want something again.
it is restless nights like these
when i stare out my window and peek through the blinds
watching as the moon hides behind the surrounding buildings
and the stars twinkle ever so slightly in the frosty atmosphere
that i feel alone.
i grew dependent on myself
and yet here i am,
writing something because you
dependent on you