A girl in the corner,
carries monsters in her handbag
Dark eyes are her soul window
Shrouded with feathers.
She breathes gently but with strength,
You'd barely notice .
She was watching you...
Don't play and no react
Sometimes she smiles.
Maybe you see the shines in her eyes.
The flash of craziness
That you've been enlightened about.
She moves with natural
As she glides on shattered floors.
Likewise,  the hearts she left in the dust.
She halts.
And looks you in the eye.
And your breath catches her discrete thought

【A Mosquito, Killer’s kisses】
By Angel. XJ  09/08/2019

Gentle, but deeply ...
Mosquito whispers to herself :
Will I have the last kiss with him tonight?
Shall I forget how much it hurt,
when he left from my sight?
Shall I ever speak to him agian  
I am not a killer, only I love to kiss,
gentle, but deeply...
Mosquito toned up her silky voice,
she was singing to herself,
in the spring a paradise,
in the summer a hell,
and in the autumn a heaven..
But is there another lonesome heart that I could kiss?
Dont keep reminding me about
The Valley of the Shadow of Death
I am no killer,
but addicted to kisses,
I am no killer,  but only like to kiss
Likewise, Mozart’s requiems where hidden the code,
A mosquito’s love and destiny.
Gently, but deeply...
Mosquito stops her whisper,
No more kisses and only shows teeth,
desperation in her eyes
it pierced her bones.
With sweet, painless,
a Mosquito, killer's kisses,
gentle, but deeply...

When the one who has not come is gone,
I feel the absurdity of promises.
I start talking with things
I look through people and see them naked...
When the door slams without opening,
I lock my startled soul.
I start listening too much,
As if I'm not a woman, but a beast...
When the guilty one is offended,
I note the weakness of superiority.
I start to see the similarities in different things
And look around in search of obstacles...
When the one who has become ridiculous laughs
I understand the depth of mockery!
I start to peer at pawns:
The last move is done without logic...
When the one who has not come is gone...

Who has seen the black clouds
and lightening passed to the other side?
Keep calm, heart still...,
Look, some are chasers of the whirlwind wonders,
Position, strength and direction are
all important,
likewise, your love touches.
Await, V. Day with you,
warnings are counted in.
With your lips , silence.

Could we regard
Monsieur Pierre Bonnard
as an artist
whose kindness shone brighter
than his best hues?
Is it vital to search for spaces the contours of light,
in the unnamed wilderness?

Didn’t he draw
this aqua bath with discrete joy?
I may need not to know
whose skin will glow,
but imagine her

The body moving
in space through time
The mind dancing
gears of thought.
like sparkling dew
on the high window.

I might have seen it myself
A state Bonnard lived in,
or aspired to?
stretched out,
stress free,
in a Bonnard bath,
not briefly
but eternally.

Do we have a transforming party?
From one soul to another.
Exchange space and time zone landing.
likewise, sunset kisses,
sun ray rising,
sea-waves waltzing with sea wolf’s tide plunging.
Together,  they are chanting.
Do we have a transforming party?
Deep learning birds or beauties shifting?
Would that mean: when those blue sea birds move to a cold mountain.
If he was there for his bathing beauties?

Would the boundary of day and night
be determined by the worlds or the words?
Could spin gifts us fascinating sunrises,
and a starlit nightsky filled with great glory?
Seen and unseen,
fantasy and reality all kept from interfering with one another by complex mechanisms and borders, orderly structured with a boundary to another's heart.
However it is crossed by emotions.
And emotions dynamics,
which can be subtle, sour, pure,paranoid  
or spicily excruciating.
Would phantoms of the past convey your memories?
The boundary of Infinite problems setting a long gone corrupt judgement;
Should we know the meaning of eternity where you were.
And if you are no longer there,
such the serenity of silence rules over this deserted border.
The border of infinite settings,
selections of consciousness or unconsciousness worlds.

In a crispy ocean-blue land. 
They live in a paranoid narcissism tent.
One who was pointing at a chest of tools,
the others eyes were on a no soul weakling metal.

Can't they hear an echo curse?  
Robots robbing rich robbers.
Would artist gods and goddesses, 
lead to terror terrifying terrorists?

Can they share a platform
to unleash gifts and power?
Was there a fizzy dizzy violet haze?
Where they dance and dive  

Would mint hue bubbles squeak?
When the world’s head spins 
Shall we see coins in change?
Any day it spins and bubbles.


Have you seen a quiet girl
with a sinister smile,
she, siren of mystery of the future
Mirror mirror,
there is a robot in your mirror
Filter filter,
where was a peach chin fighter?
When no innocence against glitter litter 
Guilty until proven later.


Have you seen a quiet girl as a terrorist?
Blurred errors mouth haste terror twist
If terrorist from the ancient,
they hide in between every end.
Attempted ****** as problem solver.


A true storyteller can’t tell us a part
From her crooked eyes
HK warning tears burst.
Bubbles heated never anchor
Restart will never reach to a real world.

Robot with or without soul
Hero magic twist with terrorists.
No soul knows no harm no fail,
Will memory tattoos identify you?!

The sky is gray
The rain drops
The blossoming trees were shy
Your dance moving
Deep learning research class ended with LaTex
code converting party,
disappears in Mathpix land

May the nights be clear.
When the lights went out.
She wore red,
Not knowing what love was
 
"And everyone will be paid for everything"
She hear it not for the first time.
She seems to look young
in a red, shiny dress.
 
She’d like just one thing:
Not to think about the bad.
She wore white
To meet her future love.
 
"And everyone will be paid for everything"
She can hear it endlessly.
She will be in a white dress
Without the golden ring.
 
Her soul is forgiven,
Let's scare the crows.
She wore black
Even before the funeral.
 
"And everyone will be paid for everything"
She heard it every time.
For she will laugh for a show.
Wearing a black dress.
But when she wore pink,
She did not hear anything, the world was silent.

The snow fairies are leaving their home sky,
dancing and whirling in the misty air.
They jump and fly and crawl and creep,
melted into my eyelashes
Painted with silvery but sophisticated brushes,
Can’t help smiling,
to the wonder of snowflake world,
announced the first spring snow has fallen;
Sparkles in the sun,
but estimates a joy of discrete shines at the night.

Red or Dark eyes? 
Vampire, is it time to say goodbye
He stopped kissing her
Her heart broken, with love. 
 
Gold or pale leaves?
Vampire, where is their destiny?
He turned off the light
and left them with darkness
and she escaped from
twin towers last night.
 
Are they **** or ethology creatures?
Vampire, who could interpret the sound of his voice?
Early last summer, they met at a mask party.
 
Vampire found his true love after a Brahms themed concert, 
Vampire never intended to make a crime.
Vampire didn’t know what he had until he lost it.

The dusk arises to heal his wounds,
with the blood of another.
Vampire, opened his eyes, light came through heaven
Thank you for the fragile and painful love that you give. Muttered the vampire under his breath.

Vampire, took her to all the places that she never knew.
 
Farewell,Vampire
He came and she found what she wanted

Will she remember that she was there in his debt?
those days were a little bit daunting the days she’d rather forget...
 
Farewell, Vampire
He changed her life for the better 
And now he knows it’s better to be brave than be scared
Farewell,Vampire,
to a little painful but fragile love.

Farewell, Vampire
He knew he had no choice.
But will he ever have one?