If I die tomorrow, please don't confine me in a half-hearted casket, never send me a dying flower, a condolence, and never a tear.

I am not a tragedy.

Instead...grind my bones to powder and sprinkle them to the air. Let me breathe the breath of the many I have wanted to comfort.

Let me graze upon their cheek and ruffle their hair. I want to let them know that I still care though I'm not there with them.

That I can touch them, and hold them dearly

and whisper in their hearts...

"I love you"

still in the same way I do now
and so much more tomorrow.

If ever I leave the place where you enter and both of us can never see the other,

always remember that even if my feet might never meet yours, it will follow them.

And they shall walk together, no matter how apart.

Can I live
through skin and bones
and not have soul within

Or shall I be
a floating mist
with no more touching skin

Will I run
the spinning world
with feet to plant the ground

Or will I rot
with breezing scent
and not have sprung a sound

The eye of my blood blinks crimsons
And sweat thick nuggets of gold

It glistens through sheens of purple
And flickers when it be so bold

It throbs with pulses of grayness
So stricken in pain and sore

It ravages pitches of black
And swallow it dark even more

I once had fooled a shadow
It looked not where as I
Its eyes captured horizons
Mine voyaged the sky

Then las we locked sight
Ran deep in sinking stare
Our eyes now stranded
Our minds roamed elsewhere

The eyes are threads of rivers
flown rapidly through skies

The mind, a straying cricket
sailing leaf-bound as it cries

Let the walls run deep
into the stairwells of vision

Let the walls fall through
below the rivers of noise

Let the walls soar by
over massing clouds of scent

Let the walls be still
'til one small word is spent

it was his sudden touch
that sprung my heart within

my scalded blood drips endlessly
unto his burning skin

She moved like water
Grace as it is in every curve
Boundless beauty laced in movement
Infinite flow compressed by subtlety

Her dance as seamless as wind
Perfection carved in every step
Flares of passionate glory fills her skin
Never rigid in her creativity

We've all been wrecked by deep regret
and loathed by sheer despair
Have swindled by the hands of shame
with no means of repair

We've hit the ground for far too long
and kissed it while were so
Now we've no right to prove ourselves
we're stronger than we know

Shame becomes a hindrance
For those who pursues wrong
Its call will hush admittance
To sing one's sinful song

They then submit refrain
To mask their sharp distress
But guilt will soon sustain
Its longing to confess

Withering flowers
Drop petals as though faucets
Poured unto oceans

I'm no friend to open doors
that welcomes useless guests
This house forbid these tiled floors
be stepped by pesky pests

But now I open all my gates
and windows on my skin
Invite all monsters that awaits
then let the devil in

Forgive me if I ever refer to you as the sea. It does not concern your size. It regards the moments in which whenever I believe that you have calmed and I decided to be walking ever so gracefully among the sand, you bring a sudden approach that leaves me stunned. And I am not happy, when I should be.

don't tell me to not care
it's never that easy

don't tell me it wil pass
it's never that quick

just please help me
i'm begging you please

i need some advice
but please not this

tell me what to do
tell me what to say

i can't walk down there
and just ignore them

i can hear them. they're there
i can feel them. they're there

just... please help me
they won't ever die down

just tell me what to do
but please not that

If mouths can actually talk
Then eyes would rather see
The ears would start to hear
What wonders mold to be

If that world then exist
My skin would trigger touch
My nose would then smell
The beauty, such and such

But when I refuse to live this way
Start an enclosed  journey
Let my mind hear what it feels
Have my heart say what to see

I would start to feel the world
Growning upon my palm
Then wash away the fears
When my senses would be calm

A child's memory
is never about play
not hangout with peers
nor running all day

It's made from the words
that his parents had said
it lingers through mornings
and stays until bed

Never be fooled
by a word of sentiment
Its coating can never
reflect its intent

For whether or not
you know of its content
It's trickery stands
beneath its compliment

You drew my name
in pencil coal
then wiped it off once more

And wrote it back
in faded shade
with doubt that you had bore

But you erased
'tis then I thought
that you'll remain it slack

But you returned
with ink in hand
then stained my name in black

I've never thought
that this would be
what I have felt for you

I've seen you lots
but this first meet
had yet surprised me too

I learned too much
'til I then thought
that I want to forget

But then I knew
that what was true
was we indeed have met

We try to live younger
As we all grow old
For past times were purer
Or so we've been told

But now is not less
Than then's cheerful smile
For life's greatest ride
Is not in its mile