#almond
All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
Maybe I should remake them all?
Re-write, re-concoct, re-live, re-slobbered!
Maybe they should be re-baked in whole?
So that instead of the night there’s the sun!
And in place of the blizzard there’s summer.
And no sadness! Out with the blues!
No more tears! No ill lucks and dramas!
And what about love? We’ll keep it on!
But let’s go and change my loving colors!
Instead of the rain and sleepless nights,
We’d paint white camomiles and flashy covers.
The wind would always be tail-on,
And love would live into old life.
Cinnamon, almond, vanilla aromas…
Am I right? Is that the smell of happy life?
I’ll write such “love story”, where they both
Love each other and were both faithful.
The sun shines brightly, birds sing clearly,
And they both live till their death in full.
I’ll finish writing this loving poem
And put it on the back shelf grandly.
I can be inaccurate, but I don’t like it.
And in my poems I won’t lie fully!
All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
I won’t remake them all in no way.
I love and I write my fanciful life!
And I will do it further alway!
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
Yoshino cherry tree, blossoms glistening in the sun
Most vibrant display of white-pink blossoms, with faint almond fragrance
Delightful moment, overcome by a massive sneeze attack
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.
I know these things
tear you apart inside.
The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.
These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.
Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.
These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.
As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
What do you think of,
When you open your eyes in a blue box of the universe
And when you drown your dreams under the covers
Where you hide your cold hands and my desires?
Do you bite your lip to blood
Casting away your pain through the red fingerprints on the skin
Where I dream under a leaf of nettle
And I burn your fingertips
Every time you want to touch me?
On the farthest star of our meetings
You are leaning on my knees
Not knowing that my flesh trembles
Like you are ripping it of with your teeth
Piece by piece,
Sweeping my remains off your chin
And with a smile,
In the purple hues of agony,
You love me.
Do you think then
How pain tastes so sweet
While you melt it under your tongue like an almond,
Counting my every breath,
And do you remember it in the blue box of the universe
While you close your eyes,
With cold hands and flaming fingertips,
And loving me?
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
Hot cup, your large couch and a wooden floor somewhere abroad
You caress away my unexplained tears, "Sorry I don't usually cry"
"You will be okay", my favourite almond taste, how you always knew
Lyrics become far-off places when you search somewhere to hide
Daydreams,trusted moments and you remembering everything
You follow me in the rain, "What do you listen?"
"Everything" I say and then you defend my broken pride
Conversations become last escapes when lost in your soul
Airplanes, my headphones and a mind I miss in the arrival's room
You ask my hand for a waltz, "I don't know how to dance"
"Neither do I", your laughter the most wonderful sound
Memories become romantic adventures when covered in chocolate
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC