Tropical bird

Please don’t leave, he whispered from the depths of his heart
Her forest eyes pierced into his mind and took him elsewhere
Paradise
Where red-yellow birds flew over the rainbow
And the waterfalls drenched into the ground
Don’t leave me, he thought
As he buried his nose in her hair
And got soaked in that waterfall.

In a dimly lit room, there remained only he and she
But when he closed his eyes, she was somewhere else
In paradise
Her dark hair cascading down her back
The piece of clothing around her; green
Her forest marble eyes and her adoring smile
Flashing at him with the peaking sunlight
Her careless walk with the wind
How salty her skin
He clenched the shell of her underneath the dim lights
And begged her not to leave

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My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees
Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above
I don’t care.
This is my meaning of life.

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Swimming in sparkling yellow

Swimming in diluted pain
Swimming in circular, swirling colors
Swimming with you, paralyzed
Traveling with the ocean tides
Immersed in sweet delights
That turn acidic
Floating with moss, floating in yellow green
Immersed in bubbles, palpitating wishes and dreams
Stuck in liquid, dragging, lifting
Still in silent mid space
Numb, gazing
Feeling of love
Swimming in yellow, sparkling pain

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Jungles of Cambodia

Is it white heaven or green hell? The water droplet glides across a green leaf and falls into the ground as if it knows what it’s doing. It’s over 100 Fahrenheit weather and my mind is clouded with steaming and scorching fog. Forehead throbs with painful memories that become ever so pleasurable and vivid with each step, as each foot clumsily surpasses the other. Walking eyes closed with sweat seeping through the cotton; my body is plastered and mummified. Taste of sweat in the corners of the mouth, burning sensations along the tear ducts. Breathing delayed. I may die here. Unearthly creatures may live here. The broken temple of the past brings no mercy. There’s creatures screeching like monkeys from afar. There’s crickets warning with each stroke. There’s landmines that may blow up in milliseconds. This treacherous greenery; so lush and alive. This mist that is full of little warm droplets; hug and latch, crawl and suffocate, glide down my thighs, flow out like river. I’ve never felt heaver. I’ve never felt freer; never more trapped. Never more present, never more delirious. Sweltering sweat, screaming sounds. Keep breathing, keep walking eyes closed… while the fog attempts to diffuse you into pieces, as the greenery tries to sip you up, bit by bit, drop by drop.

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Safe

Atop the green grassy hill during summertime, away from the shady trees below, behind the warehouse, against that warm tin wall,
There lies a safe spot. Your open arms. The silence of your smile,
The content in your eyes, the stillness in your seat.
Embracing you my body sighs a massive wave of relief
Clasped underneath your firm reassuring arms
Closing my eyes, I breathe over your chest
Comforted, healed,
Safe.

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