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butterfly Apr 2017
sweet lil memories taste like honey
how sweeter they could become
if only they could never be ended
yet simply they're as fleeting as the day

sweet lil memories built from years devotion
packed with suns and rains - in silence resonates
those film strips are made for memory sake
be reminisced by those  sweethearts --- apart---

lingering sweet lil memories in mind --- nested--
arouse the mind -- so highly addictive
light up my face on rainy days
i sleep with it day and night
i sit with it or
dance with it
until my last breath say goodbye

but
if sweet lil memories give me heartache
i better let it be in the deep sea
so i won't be crushed by its weight
butterfly Apr 2017
i'm writing this in between
                after that bad bad dream
                    it felt like I was nailed up
                        as I struggled to wake up

                                          my body paralyzed in bed
                                                    i couldn't help but dread
                                                          as cold wind touched my nape
                                                            my vellus hair stood up straight

that sense of eerie crippled my core
                                                              as i felt his coming to my door
                                                then i heard some little footsteps
                                          and creaking at the hinges

i clasped my body so tightly
                          as i saw death coming to me slowly
                    my brain searched for that nerve
          to shake up my senses to leave

i felt my leg made a kick
                  then, I stood up pretty quick
                      my heart agitated
                              as i grasped one deep breath
then, i stood up pretty quick
my heart agitates
as i grasped one deep breath
butterfly Apr 2017
as i close my eyes
a land so bizarre appears before my sight
full of mystics, stillness, and trickery
and this hollow heart of mine
sprout the **** of curiosity
how could this be so real?

a flash before my eyes
the sky lifts me up so high
and stretches the arms of mine
like birds soaring up the sky
i flap them side by side
with my heart in wonderment, I ponder

reflects before my very eyes
an aesthetic resemblance of mine
with great affection gazes at me
with awe our eyes meet and merge
lil flowers sprout out from between the ******* of ours
a chest of exquisite embellishment

this strange land far away
where i set my foot with ease
waters crystallize and dance with elegance
flowers and trees smile and breathe
how could this be so real?
then suddenly...

darkness fell on me
mystic land decayed
waters ran blood and miasmic
flowers and trees  called out death
i trembled in fear I want to flee
but the grass clasp my legs impossible to leave

— The End —