#baloon
I sat alone late one night in the green grass High looking at my battered hands thinking about the washing tides.
How could it be
How could it be that this scene, was set adrift up in my dreams. As I search for the end, nowhere to be seen.
I fall apart.
I fell apart right from the start, I took too long to come along. eyes couldn't see her in my dreams. I fall apart.
Is it me?
Is it me that I seen, I thought I saw her in my mind, standing in the doorway caught between the passing time.
Let me be.
Let me be so insane, hold me to the sky and let me rain. I've run the course I am free let me be.
Eat the key.
Eat the key, come be free . Say goodbye to reality. Just make the trip, not too quick to see the trees.
Hold me down
Hold me down, I'm coming round, you make me smile when you're not around. You are my queen, I've got the crown. so hold me down.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
my feelings are contained in lines of words
filled in a gas balloon
Fluffy in a sweet cake
depicted in a beautiful painting
don't you realize?
my feelings continue to grow and inflate
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 10:07 PM UTC
those gone years be smokes
since your name is a candle
then be burned: your
mini-tiny-little-prayers
the air bear the bubbles of fate
an expanding times
will explode like a balloon
but I'm a clown at your party
folded up our memories, into
a globular on my stomach
— stab it at your will!
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
My heart
Belongs to you
My mind and soul
Belongs to me
Your mind mind and soul
Belongs to you
Your life comes first
To mine
When we're connected
You will come first
To quench the thirst
The hunger
That humans innately have
I don't mind
Having a grind
I should take pride
Knowing i can be inside
Something as magnificent as you
Just tell me what you want, that's what i'll do
Don't come too soon
I want it to be like a monsoon
You make me high like a balloon
I want to feel that high
All the time
I want to have my head belong
In between your thighs.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Life is truly a potpourri
a mix of exciting, scary, inspiring,
painful, joyful, heartbreaking,
disappointing, at times, exhausting
these days, there is no longer fear
i shall not fight it, if i fall right now
for,
i am the bent amongst the young,
the straight and tireless,
i always wonder why,
when a strong wind blows,
i still endure, still am standing...when
turning around requires much effort.
But, I can't hide how this world surrounding me
provides me with such a lift
it opens my half-closed view
yes, there are the dying parts, corners
but what i see mostly are blooms of vibrant yellows,
greens, pinks, peaches, so mellow
lively colors all around me.
even the naked tree, towers over me,
and in its own way
indulges in all the grace and beauty
that render both of us
breathless.
I am, now, in a worn down state,
but I refuse to give way,
for, I see, I feel
i am very much a part
of this pool of energy
effortlessly
continuously,
contagiously
pulsating,
this LIFE that leaves me expecting
for more blue skies.
I am a kite set free, flying on its own
i am a balloon, soaring, with no strings that hold
i am the old amidst the new
but,
i still am... a breath of life,
So...i struggle to live on.
Sally
Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC