I want to be your        
favourite poem
like the one
That becomes
Eternal
In your memory
That you find
Yourself constantly
Day dreaming
On cloud nine for
Your greatest escape,
A clash between
Illusion and cravings
Drifting away
As thunder striking
Stars exploding
Earth shattering
As our world align
Mouth full of us
Dripping lips
like honey
on a biscuit
Intoxicating thoughts
Drunken eyes
A word at a time
Nothing else matters
Only you and me
like Bonnie and Clyde
Your forever lasting poem
Opened gate of
A yearning desire
In a forever fleeting world

Wrinkles,
riverlike streams of wisdom
leading to open sea.
White strings of hair telling a story.
Never been heard.
Lesson to be learned.
Falling and rising.
Faith.
Swimming against the tide
and still surviving.




Shell ✨🐚

Life's so big and beautiful

and bold

For you to get stuck
in this cave that holds

You

Caged in
Burdened
unable to move

Because the curtains were closed
and the windows barricaded
from light

But here's your
Omen
A message from
Your past lives

To open the door
The key's just there
Lying on the floor

Mat

Just like you did
When you were a child
Waiting to open
Christmas presents

Seeking the thrill,
the excitement of the new

Because yes, my dear,
Tomorrow's been waiting
for YOU.

On a page
in a motion
I have conjured
the frightening emotion.
The lights were shut,
The eyes were wide awake
The world was about to feel
one final shake.

In the middle
the suspense builds,
filling in the absent fields.
The silent tone,
ice chilled bones,
The smoke came around
without the fire,
The door shut loud
with a bang.

The shrieks and
the gasps,
the noise of intake
loud to the ears,
listening to the footsteps
following my steps,
I look behind
the pitch black view,
hands ahead
looking for shape and size.

What is behind
is also in front!
The panicked flight,
in beat with the fright
catching on.
The rush out
the haunted room
in time with the first light,
morning rooms
no darkness looms.

The gates shut
with no feet in,
outside the town
passing by lawns,
fearing the dark
escaping the arc
carrying the lamp
for the coming night
no one out
on the starry light.