They Give Us a Knife

There’s a knife society prepare for us.

When we reach the capability of having an opinion, we have to cross the knife into our eyes, keep the stench in the shadow, have to be blind. Because it is taboo to say obesity is not healthy. And you have to support income equality. And you have to let people be banned because they don’t believe in your God. When you cry for you friend and his same sex lover, your eyes are too functional. You let people whine and blame others, you let people accuse the government in their hibernation. The knife have to pierce deep into your retina. The blinder you are, the better.

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Hide and Seek

Little Jimmy grinning ear to ear, grabbing his dad’s shirt. His Dad almost dropped his half-eaten hot dog, forcefully laughing along with his boy’s eagerness. “Daddy, let’s play hide and seek!”

“I’ll hide first and you have to find me!”

“If you lose, Daddy, you have to let me watch the TV more!”

The summer spirit and the freshly cut grass made it impossible to not playing the little game, The Dad stands below the tree, laughing as he yelled his count.

One.

Two.

A cheating hundred has passed,

And The Dad started looking for his boy. Circling around the backyard, a little laughter, and a threat on no Ice Cream Summer. Just the sky getting redder, darker, and he still couldn’t find Jimmy. His shirt sweats and he almost lost his voice. The house, the road, the neighbor, the dog, the TV, everything Jimmy would hide nearby all checked.  The Dad run over the tree again, madness in his eyes, pretending it was all a game, yelled his counting. Pretending to admit his worry as defeat, letting Jimmy to have more of the TV, begging for Jimmy to come back.

Which he might did.

At least the voice inside the tree sounds somewhat like Jimmy. “Daddy, let’s play hide and seek.”

Bittersweet

I feel both like a thread and a bubble,

A thing readily pierced deeply with needle,

Also a frail creature to pop the air I try to fly.

I feel I’ll be walking in dark bottomless sea,

Yet I feel I’ll never stop to curl in blanket haven,

I’m everything I can feel when it’s about you,

I was in awe gazing mazes in your eyes,

My knees was shivering,

I was imagining your wide grin, trembling in my lips,

I was strangled inside,

I thought, you and I live in the same glass house,

I feel weak,

I reach to you as I wake up,

I’m lost.

I feel your hand in mine.

Unreachable.

I’m scared over the probability of an untrue story.

I just wish to fold the deck,

I desperately wishing for untimely memories of you.

Once I Took the World

I want a life like yours.
Tall that you can view the world from high above,
Knowing exactly which horizon to walk on.
I want a life like yours,
Pretty that diamonds and ruby fall meaningless around you,
And your eyes means prosperity.
I need a life like yours,
You’re one to trust when every soil, every ocean shake into destruction,
I want a live like you so I took it from you.
I want a heart like yours so I rip it out of your rib.
I want to warmth like yours, so I stole it all, I ruin it all for you.

I Should Be Talking to Nothing

I’m with myself.
Sun has gone for so long, only leaving traces of darkness to emit till the corner of this room,
My eyes reflecting the imagination of yours.
I caress the dark air yet I convince myself that this is your hot body,
Rigid and heavy,
Unmistakably melt in my touch.

I’m only with myself,
I’m with the voice of nothingness.
Also the melancholy of your unreal words whispering and capturing myself in unshakable net,
I acknowledge there is really no way out,
I can’t escape even through the door,
You got me all trapped, wicked witch,
Tricking me into falling into the dimension of you.
Ensuring me that it was you both in light and dark,
Both in noise and silence,
Both in mind and reality.

Pendulum of My Wings

I wish I’m a kite, I think I can fly far far away like a bird with my hands as my wings, I hope to divide the breeze like a mad parachute.
The world’s carved in my body and it’s a majestic tattoo on my skin.
I feel calmness in this, remembrance of shooting feeling, like pair of eyes facing the galaxy.
I expand my wings when it is only the sound of the pendulum. I fly a bit when you whisper my name to my neck,
I touch the world like I would to fragile glasses.
I touch my skin like I would to your vulnerable lips.
And I find my body gently shaking the world :
I fly to sense the breeze of the world.
I fly in short moment like that sound of the pendulum,
calm like mad parachute to your vulnerable lips.

Creature

I don’t spare a blink on my run,
Don’t even shed a tear also on my run,
This glass body of mine
Dared to run carelessly.
I’d like to sculpt you,
Drown in your word,
Be you, feel you touch you, treat you gently.
I’m longing to create you.
The only maker of yours-
Yet I keep hammering those fragile bones of yours.
Swearing and spitting on your marble body.
Do I got it all wrong,
Wrongfully thought I’m the most gentle to you.
Did I forget that I should really blink,
Or simply just that you’ve never loved me before.