A Smooch from the Devil

I look up to your figure,
Sending the chills,
So beautiful,
Then you caught me between your hands.

I have no choice but to hold your palms,
Cause the maze I’m seeing in your eyes gonna send me insane.

I’m in complete awe for you,
And you suffocate me with your kisses,
Clawing me with your nails,
You’re a devil,
And you grab my head to suck my soul off my lips.
You kiss me hard hard I can’t even differ night and days,
I’m in endless ectasy,
You pin me hurtful, shoulder up in my head, smothering me, ending my breath,
I’d die happily.
You burn my skin with your mark,
And I carve you precious.
And I call you the Devil between my whisper,
And I flee from your burning skin,
And I still find my way to you.

The Cheerful Morning

I’m in the nostalgic rhythm,
Where your lips on mine, when the sky reachable and cold, and where the stars stops to be the brightest.
I know where to touch you and I’m grinning so wide.
I keep keeping my finger on your skin.
You are real as I reach my hand into the dream,
Also feel the glow in the little dream I’ve always chasing.

And the world gonna wait for me,
The time gonna freeze to me,
I’ll still be tiny, later I’ll feel the biggest,
And I keep drowning myself into the airless room.
Where it is the light after my eyes,
When it is her I’ll be waking up to,
I’ll still be grinning ears to ears, waking up to you.

Rose Red Blood

Next to the sitting human bones,
Above the soil floor,
Lays beautifully the red red petals,
As red as the skin of your crying eyes.

Next to your hope and your wishful thinking,
Just below the stark full moon and its redness,
I saw her bath in those Red Rose Petals.
I told her, ‘come and join me for the dinner.’
She says, ‘I gotta keep throwing the petals,
All the petals,
All the redness, and I only got to stop when the bones turning into ashes,’
And she did.
She did not going to the dinner,
Keep throwing in the river of Red Rose Petal,
She keep looking enchanting between her cries,
And she burning the bones into ashes.

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.”

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.

 

 

Afraid

I’m afraid.
I’m in darkness.
I’m being chased,
I feel hot and I’m crying also.
There’s light, a voice of someone that might be helping me-I fall and fall, bleeding, I hope, I fall, and it still indeed not funny, this DARKNESS.

I’m afraid.
I’m afraid, I’m fragile and I’m naked.
Vulnerable, I hope run can save my live : I’m afraid and I’m fragile and I’m naked.
I’m crying, I’m yelling also I’m begging.
Being tied, I hope, ridiculously hope, I simply won’t die.
I am afraid, I am shaking and being chased.
I am afraid, I am yelling and none listening.
I am afraid, I am looking back and and there is no mercy.
I’m afraid and it’s silence.

Too Old to Cry

She is 58 years old,
And I am 61.
When we meet,
at last we meet,
we were hidden in wrinkles because laughter split every skin on our face.
The time has been too long and we still feel like a teenager.
I imagine her hands must have hold too many grandchildren, I also bet she might already forgotten most of her grandchildren,
‘It would be nice if we were married. You and I.’
She look younger than her actual vessel,
Her regret making her looks the most vulnerable,
Yet she just sit there and smile.
We both staring far far away to the grass field, to the sky that looks fairly horizontal above it, more further, we were looking to the forest where we used to play.
She and I when we have lot more hair than now, when we were even taller than now.
‘I love you,’ I said to her, and the kiss after that felt like the most tender of anything.
In the forest where she and I falling deep to our kiss,
I thought I would be the happiest.
In the forest where she and I feel falling deep into love,
I thought she would be mine.
Yet we are now old,
Being too old,
Even too old to live a bit more longer and she and I…
Not the happiest.