#crushproblems
Oh Somnus*, tell me something,
Why not my Muse* in my dreams?
I’d long to see him for anything,
Or at least be with him in the streams.
But alas, other Muses which I never called
Kept on taking me to Lethe*.
I’d clasp my hands away from them, and behold,
Be onto Elysian Fields* where I can breathe.
I long more for his hands to reach
And take me up for Olympia*.
Maybe Hera* can permit our breach
For to enjoy a taste of ambrosia*.
But what of my Muse, you say,
That inhibits him to see me?
Is he too pure like how we pray,
Or is he really my reality?
Then decree, “Awake, O Sleeper!
Lucifer* will show the passage,
And perhaps Aphrodite* will hear you, weeper,
Grants your wish of a love lasting than age.”
So for now, I shall await for my Muse,
Even if Fate* says we’ll meet after a long time.
Then maybe to Hermes* I will fuse.
After all, is sending my blessings to you not a crime?
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Not that I can't say or fess,
I just can't tell it's affirmed.
It may take me quite a while
Before I can see the next scene.
I could write a thousand words,
But no sense, they're not all connected.
I may have the script in my hands,
I couldn't comprehend not a line.
Twists & turns I can do,
Yet no pirouette will I get to show.
To find or to not find?
That is the question.
It's not in there, not in me;
Only the pen can weave it.
In the depths, beneath a rock,
There goes my heart again.
What do I feel, does it matter?
Mustn't be the same, I can tell.
Will it take me years or lifetime,
Or will a period end it all?
But who else can say, the director?
Or him through the actor?
What if both don't say the same line,
Should I trust the provided manuscript?
The apple of my eye is he,
Stole my sweet smiles, touches, kisses & dreams.
Though it wasn't all an act,
Why would that actor lose me good?
Not a poker face nor a trickster;
How come he fits the scene so well?
Here I am staring at your perfection,
Now all annihilated, blind & muted.
Then I have none else to say,
But this is all but a monologue
Of all I feel inside for the actor
Who might give me a miscalculated scene.
Though who's to say be blamed?
Oh yes, it must be the writer.
Hold on, the writer & actress are one entity,
And that is all but me.
So until then, my audience,
I'll keep looking up to that actor.
More songs, dances & acts will be made,
And he'll be there behind the scenes.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Why’d you always
Make me go sideways?
Every heartbeat skips,
Can’t catch up as it grips.
Just as he glanced by,
So intensely shy;
My lips shook with fear,
All I did is sneer.
Mantra goes on static,
Everything became enigmatic;
Flew me up all the way,
What more can I say?
Hit much with a blow,
No longer gone slow;
Indeed, all sheer love,
An ode from above.
Stare to me, I’d sway,
Go take me away;
Then I’ll be happy
At least, more snappy.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC