i would like to run away
far from the bogged down
existence i have made
sell my clothes, my hair
sell my words still
dipped in my blood
i’d use the money and
board a train, a ship, a plane
**** it, i’ll move to an island
everywhere’s an island
if i tell no one where i am

As fantasy were made to be a means to escape reality
No one would suspects that you would make it your new reality
Giving it name really did made it powerful
Even though it wasn't real but the identity that you gave it, made it wonderful
Losing grasp of reality, ultimately made a monster which ******* causes it to sin
One must think that it could all start if you imagine

A poem

The blue flowers in the kitchen thrive
in the shade, and fading day is welcomed
In days of pain, mortality is not an intruder
Old battlefields have the greenest grass
bodies going back ***** they came
the blue flowers in the kitchen look lovely.

I'm sorry.
I'm so,
so sorry,
I really am trying my best..
but don't you know
that I'll just never be better than the rest?
I'm sorry I can't be what you want or need.
Although,
I'm trying,
and I know that should be enough.
But you just don't think it's tough.

a meditation on love

It is to
vibrate as high
as one can fathom
by laughing
with sweet thunder
to uplift the soul

To be in sync with
the natural world

To give thanks
to the higher force
surrounding
the all of life

To walk in kind loving steps
with gentle words on
the lips

Remembering who you are
existing in the sacred
arms of the holy fabric
of everything.

For you
I’d be red
I’d be blue
I’d be a shoe
I’d be a hat
I’d be a bed
I’d be a flower
I’d be a shower
I’d be a dress
I’d be a mess
I’d be anything
I’d be everywhere
Would you wear me
if I was a shoe
if I was a hat?
Would you lay down on me like I was your bed?
I’d be the sun
just to kiss you all day.

Harmonious strain? Forget it.
Evil rules this world, my friend.
Weakness, struggle—don’t regret it,
Both will cycle till the end.

Push too hard, and you’ll be shattered—
Breaking’s easier than it seems.
Cross the line, but know what matters:
Balance keeps alive your dreams.

Stay aware—exhaustion's lurking,
Overstrain can drag you down.
Let decay consume the working—
Over-force will take the crown!

When the bill came,
We split it,
Not because we couldn’t afford it
Or because one of our egos
Got in the way.
The world has enough debt
And definitely enough lies.
The first step to getting to know
Each other is to stop pretending
That we’re anything other than human.

I love the way you took your time
Looking over the menu,
Not a quick glance, but in a thoughtful,
Meaningful Way,
Considering what you really wanted.
Something that would keep you full,
Even after you left.
I could see myself falling in love
With you,
Taking your time before speaking,
Processing every word,
Not afraid to explain after you speak.

The money didn’t matter.
Regardless of the circumstances,
It would still be spent
Why not share the experience?
No different than me holding
My fork up, asking you
To try what’s on my plate.

There’s no need to hide who we are,
Whether my stomach growls
In front of you or when I’m away.
There are things more important
Than money.
The place closes in a couple more
Hours.
Want to order something else?
My treat?