We are all fools at the hands of people we love. How many times have we cancelled an outing because our parents were not happy about it, or didn't buy an outfit we desperately wanted because our mothers thought its too revealing. How many times have we upset our routine because our brother wanted us… Continue reading I’m Just A Fool In Love.
Cut down all trees, Put the field on fire, Burn all men alive, Rip apart their hearts, I have been in despair, My womb is ousted from love, My heart is deserted of power, Can you see, what have you done? Kill all the children, Throw the women off the bridge, Make sure they all… Continue reading Red on rage.
How beautiful are those eyes, Hazel, lenses or real? My eyes, like big black button, Oh what madness, I aint anywhere there! You see her legs, spidery long, A four finger gap between thighs She smells of fresh plucked rose and lillies, How is that even possible? Is she even real? No there are many,many… Continue reading Beauty
Its made of glass and gold and rusky mud, My heart. Just a little bit of love and swollen pride, No I havent said yet, but its just as fragile as the glass, It's like tea without milk and honey, Hold me tight, tighter by the hips, Wouldn't you let the sleeves slip? Just look… Continue reading Drop me home.
There is a hole, I am falling into it. Could'nt anyone save me? It looks like a burrow, a pit At the heart of the desert. Like a viper's home, A mysterious citadel, A dark lift to the end. . . There's hope Probably not. I must be gone then? Would you miss me, And… Continue reading Ending.
It feels like, I'll eternally keep standing at the fringe of an island that constantly undergoes an erossive force, the wrath of the river. But there's hope, a part of the land will always be there for me to stand. I blankly stare the wave take away the ground that shelters me, and once its… Continue reading Beautiful Island
Too many things cross my mind One after another, Churning and brewing, extracting the brain juice, Taking the skin's radiance, Like winter for instance, Pouring into the sockets of eyes, mix of apple cidar vinegar and red dyes, Like a corpse, a breathing one, A stream of thoughts that run, Between the worlds I chose… Continue reading Mind