Pale face
I almost lost you
I cried over the diminishing sparks in your eyes
Pale face oh my fairest
I sobbed over the thought of losing you
Pale face
Let me hold you
Place your head on my chest
My heartbeats thumping your blood float
Multiplying your crimson stains
Pale face
I finally made it right here
Please, please don’t fade away
Those days
We wrote each other letters
From passing notes to
Confessing love
The letters you wrote to me
I kept setting them on fire
As if burning them into ashes
You would be erased
And yet
We still write to each other in dreams
Always in a distance and always in silence
Except when the pen scratching the paper
My heart aches
She is beautiful!
wearing an indigo aura
velvet moss and lime green coat
carrying an agile fiery tangerine hemline
Her palace cannot contain her magnificence
People from near and afar visiting her
admiring her royal and divine elegance
enchanted by her allure.
She is lonely!
For the pleasure of many
she is destined to the palace
watching the world fading away
grieving her once soaring freedom
Nobody knows her entrapment
Few expressed their fervent love
and went away buried in sorrow
accusing her of cold and aloof
No one knows
she is dying brokenhearted
in desolation..
(Fire and Ice – painting by Michelle Meister )
I am an intense person
in a quiet way,
often you don’t notice
till you are in close contact,
and most people don’t get to that vicinity.
If you are dancing around the edge,
testing the temperature and atmosphere,
Don’t be!
You will get a chill,
feeling alone and morbid.
You will only pierce me with fire and flames,
the same intensity of my ice sculpted palace.
If you are expecting mashmallows, vanilla sky, warm and fussy,
Don’t be!
I am an intense person,
a Rinko waiting for Kūki to
ignite the Lost Paradise!
* A Lost Paradise is 1997 novel by Japanese author Junichi Watanabe.
( painting by Remigiusz Dobrowolski )
I am sitting in my worn cane chair
at my grainy raw timber desk
facing this window of lost youth
hoping to glimpse the scenery
before the dusk sinking into the night.
My hair is wiry and thin
salt and pepper without the spice.
My trembling, scaly hands raising to my skull.
My strawly fingers running along the scrawny sockets
to the elongated pointed nose
to the cold shrivaled lips.
They are the same track your hands and lips travelled.
Your faces are haunting me outside the window,
one by one, your faces of disappointment, hatred, wailing, brokenhearted, unforgiving…
playing screen by screen as the scenery of
my only connection to the outside world.
Here I am, in confinement
where I confessed all my wrongdoings, misbehaving, betrayals, poisonous venom.
I repaid all these with my youth, my solitary, my self inflicted torment
until I become a bag of bones, dust to dust, ashes to ashes…
I was sentenced to life imprisonment by love.
I came to the end of the road of self hatred.
No matter how much rain fell on me, how deep I swam in the ocean,
I could not washed off the self sabotage stains.
You drifted in as a message in a bottle.
I read you more than a message.
You are full of life and fascinating.
I read you more like a book.
To me you are an open book,
I know all the mysteries and wonders of you.
My emotions follow you around,
from childlike innocent giggles,
blushing cheeks cuteness,
to grief and lost sadness,
heart wrenching sobs.
You let me read you like a book.
A world I stumbled into where treasures were found.
A place I rest upon to call home.
With you, I am finally enough!
I crafted you
Yet you married the sky
Memories are dissipating on a broken string
The wind subsided
Yet hope is lingering
Spring has gone
Yet I am still longing
Time has written love into a song
I humm it to the edge of the world
Hauntingly intense!
I write, you read
side by side
I bite on your arm
signal for a kiss
you turn to me
smile
meteor streaking across
the sky
thousands kisses fall
I am sitting upon the same rock
facing the ocean
thinking how all these years
I keep calling, calling…my heart
There has been always empty echos
And yet, I am still here
calling, calling..my dear heart
as if I stop
all these 22 years fulfil a lie
My heart will cripple in emptiness
not an ounce of strength to grief
I keep calling, calling…my only heart
Till my hair all grey
Till my heart frail
I will go in peace knowing
Across the seas
your eyes are dim
your bones are aching
You lived the lie that I would never stand smiling at you
just like the day we first met
curious, unpretentious and loyal.
When all you know is turbulence
Will you tell the sea is calm?
When all you’ve been through is futile
Will you still long for maybe?
When all you taste is bitter vile
Will you remember the dew once on your lips?
When all you sense is darkness closing in day after day
Will you even contemplate the rays?
When all of you is an open wound
Will you? Will you let me in?
Flicker of Thoughts 