Tag: emotions

Restless

you are over there
with a void
between your arms

i am here
a shivering body
without cover

Broken

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

Letters

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

Caged

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..

Ice n Fire

(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.

Withering

( 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…

You are enough

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!

Kite

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!

We are cute

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

You and I to the end

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.