Water flow throughout me
Down into the earth
Wash away my past life
Awake me in rebirth

Water flow around me
Paint your 3D tapestry
Those otherworldly earthy scenes
Of the rivers, lakes, and seas

Water flow down on me
From upon those clouds so high
Drizzle, drip, and thunder down
From the endless sky

Water flow throughout me
As you move about the world
Moving both slowly and quickly
In motions both meek and bold

Everyone has to fetch at his own expertise position before drinking

The waterflow sparkles, drawing me near
to peer in over the wishing well of poison and i cant get enough
its twinkling magic masks its lie
and i fade into the scenery.

its time to go but i cant seem to part
i havent made it all the way down
its a cut gone only halfway deep before it starts to scar.
You applaud me for what isnt mine to boast,
the borrowed prize of another,
parading me as the boy among giants.
it was a stolen dream, where i didnt belong,
when id dress up in my mothers pearls.

tangled demons of my mind obscure my view
i cant see friend from foe
the thrill of the fight keeps us awake
all though the dark night
my demons wear white and my angels cloaked in black
and i lay awake and wonder if theres any turning back.

"I am a book
your favorite story
but you are illiterate" -Eleven

She used to be my number one reader.
But what happened my dear?
Why did you changed the flow of our story?
Does it bother you?
Does it make you uncomfortable?
Does the one chapter of my sorrow makes you want to *****?

I saw you, you skipped chapter

My story is crying...
Why? Why? Why?

Darling, you can't skip chapters, you have to read every line.

page by page.

Some of my chapters will make you cry for weeks. You'll read unpleasant things you don't want to read.
But darling you have to keep going.
There's a beautiful waterflow upon the dazzling sky of love to blanket it.

But why?

Why did you jump into another book without reaching the end?

Is the excitement gone?

Beaneth the trees of sorrow, and sadness you left me without a word.

You left me open.

Without a single bookmark of "I'll be back"

You are the reason why my ink turned into dark and ravens.

But I guess, you have found a better book that suited your tase.

I'll cherish every moment we'd spent together.

I'm ending our story.

For our story was not meant to end

Thank you for reading.

Goodbye my darling.

"You can't have a rainbow without a little rain"

~ Eleven

I never travel afar
as a little stone lying alone
at the bottom of the bottom of waterflow
the current of life carves my bone
year after year, day by day
stripes ripen and lines grow
I became me, and no other stone

I never travel afar
but the world finds her way to me
she writes me poems on floating leaves
she sends breezes to ripple my dreams
year after year, day by day
a window opens, an epiphany dawns
I am an acorn, and not a stone

A little sunlight, a little soil  
rise up and grow to the sky
befriend the bird, kiss the wind
my journey starts and I have no fear
wherever it takes me to, that--
shall be my promised land

I will travel afar...

On and on runs the rolling river that journeys to the sea..winding whilst wandering and meandering free..as it tangles in puzzles of perplexity, raging then relaxing within it’s visionary..Such a labyrinth of fluctuation with waviness and sway, naturally beautiful, a picturesque portray..Twisting and turning in an intricacy of coil, swirling and whirling betwixt an imaginative embroil..

Oh yon rippling rivulet as you trickle through that vast valley, yet spilling blood and guts to reach your utmost finale..easing memento as gorges stifle your stream, then oozing through an open vein in a nightmare of a dream..There is nothing on this earth that could stop your waterflow and no man could put asunder where hence you will go..Midst a mindfulness of determination from Mother nature’s commands,  you follow through the shadows from her herculean hands