Love for everyone

You sitting, surrounding yourself by the fireworksthe love in his embracethe bighorn’s silent thoughtsthat is all I needthe look in Twinked eyesJet inquisitiveness

Fk or not

Sorry for being boring Can’t be too witty I’m either sappy as hell or concieted Don’t have anything tricky to say But if you want to fk or not

Boxed shell

How real is this fact That I’m out here, able and intact Underneath shelters and shelters of Clothes, blankets and thick walls Preserved in like a specimen Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten Awake, with a buried heart that wonders Whether there’s a man in a

Magical bird

In my childhood, I saw something on TV that stuck with me. This guy entered an empty house full of… birds? They flew around in slow motion. They shined. They were women. It was a house full of beautiful women. They smiled and they greeted each other silently. They walked around in slow motion. He

Season of rain

It’s the season of rain I’m unable to say much, and neither can you As you barely greet me with a speechless, subtle smile. This silence could be awkward If we weren’t so keen on getting lost In each other. It could be minutes if we let it, But I believe I just saw the

Night cloud

Tonight I turn to the stars, faceless, Turn into night clouds, grey and transparent, rolling over the skies like a mystic. Tonight I stand atop the hill, slouched like an empty bowl, alone and crazy like a silent maniac While thunderstorms cut across And the grey seas snatch with temper Angry at me While I