Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someoneis an option for me.Like the bull in a china shopI was meant to bewith no one.Because I break them,others' beautiful core -no more I want to see red:color of blood and love.
SerenadeHow long will it takefor me to hear the song you madeto hear those rhymes againand lines, yes, the ones you composedThey were like lettersaddressed to mePost scripts shyly telling:"I love you"And the lines weredressed with a melodylike smooth waves.
Are you Summer?The stunted tree, frozen over, gleamscold and heartless, dazzles motionless, inspiressoundless.Warmth comes tree meltswhat a mess.Chunks of icehere and there.Breathe!Knives of cold, searing pain!The Willow weeps. Repulsive!Farewell...So cruel, so cold,so numb.Warmth greets, cringes andgoes.It blinds, it burns, andfreezes.Warm, wrong, cold.Numb, pain, withhold.Summer smiles upon the sculpture,In the light the sculpture blinds.Tree protests, it weeps and begsLeave alone!Don't expose!Disgusting, melt it,tear it off!The Willow weeps butSummer stays resting stable.Branches quiver, panic.What ifbones melt?What if they stay?Sickening!It's late. It's warm.They stay.GreenThe summer shinessmilesembracesloves.Air seeps fromeverypore.Willow weeps,summer laughsYou made it!
Stank of kitchen clogs and routineYour fingernails have roofedevery single stinginessshe pours into the same old lunch,same old story abouteating fairy farts being goodfor those blasted templelinesageing your mugshot.They are now drenched being drenchedin her wrists frailtyher fingerjoints´ wimpinessand her bicepchokingyour guilt and moralityinto making a cousteauof your hands.Arise them laterCAREFULLYas the eldritch scents of the sinkare the trendiest jewelryfor your overbonesshe still whines about you dripping lightas you proceed to makea mirror out of the kitchen.
I Fear:AbandonementLoneliness creeps in,Twisting an innocent mind.The twine to society is broken,A weak line.I was abandoned long ago,In a barren land full of snow.Why nobody likes me,I do not know.I wish I could fly awayAnd escape this cold.But sprouting wings is not easy,So I must stay herAnd keep on freezing.
RiseRiven strips of mortalityIntimacy completes vitalityScars healed misbegotten painEscape the stream, hatred slain
44. Crossroadstwo roads cross makes crossroads. X marks the center tipping point. Where dawn and dusk collide Hinged on equinox joint. Light and dark’s perfect divide. Call on the ghosts of women past Nowhere to go, no place to hide The fork no more than Hecate’s test Dice in the roulette game cast. Center of two roads be blessed
The WildEverywhere we go, there is violenceNo matter how harsh, there is toleranceA man is burned, a woman is rapedBut do not worry, all of it is tapedEverywhere we go, there is corruptionIn every paperwork, there is abductionA land is bought and a house is litBut do not worry, a tower is builtEverywhere we go, there is povertyAnd every helpless is begging for teaSearching for truth, we look down uponOr without remorse, simply move onEveryone that says, we live in the wildThe strong is to rule and the weak to dieWhat is your response, to this question?That seen a lion, that kills its nation?
ExistenceI guess, I existthe faint medidn't enter all exits.A bit lessmy life's a mistno need to fleesans toolkits.