It's free fall
all the way
down the abyss,
far, into the
deep blue numbness.
My Lilac
To me, my love,
no flower there shall be
that I cherish more than you.
No garden where I shall bloom
without you.
Am I
Am I pure?
or I have always carried a tainted soul.
Am I greedy?
For wanting what I deserve.
Am I bad-tempered?
For screaming, for stomping my feet.
Am I a hater?
For scorning at those better than me.
Am I beautiful?
With these cuts and scars.
The World of Lies
In the middle of the city, she stood alone
gazing at the sunset, waiting for the moon.
Headlights crossed her, a million times.
no one cared, if she was fine.
A Soldier of Heart
Parading into the etched dark forest
humming the beats of the rum landscape,
in no wary, in no haste
stalwart steps in a calm pace,
and tuned chants of somewhat whispers.
Pinks of Love
Always, I will cherish the
pinks you gave me
the hue of Love and warmth
will remind me of you
wherever I see.
For even at awhile
I would still remember your innocent eyes
So full of me
So as your smile
Then my lips will soften from the brink
And I would too smile in pink
From the Princess of this World
Now he would lay
In peace of white,
Still, as if there was no life
To be alive he once as was