You can take away my pen and paper, I'll write on walls with my ink,
You can kill the shimmer of my stars and I'll borrow a thousand constellations from every poem I have written.
You may leave me seasonless, I'll pluck every rose I have for a different season.
You may choke me, my thoughts will breathe through my fingers and my heart will not stop pulsating.
I don't need your nights nor your seasons. I don't want to write with your ink nor breathe your thoughts.
You can never restrain me, I'm a thousand thoughts roaming.

I'm free.


Written while I was sober.
Don't ask

You are a compass to every terrible thing I have done in all the directions of my mind.

"Silence should rhyme with Secrets"
--


Words wade through silence,
-like a monsoon-
leaving wrecks of inviable memories,
Thoughts,
Sentiments.

Breathing is suddenly a language,
unknown to wordlessness-
so loud it speaks out cowardice
Uncertainty
Fear..

Secrets, buried within
quicken the heartbeats
in an attempt to break free
devastate
overthrow

But the look on the faces scream for nothing
Maybe a telltale? (A fool's reasoning)
only a thought could never perish; Doubt,
Mistrust,
Deceit.

Written December 10, 10. 2:37 am.


*Yes, those are my own feelings.



























© Deviantart.

It was an invitation your heart sent
to mine, to escape the night
-though the moonlight was breathing..

my steps suddenly made music with the
gentle moves of your chest against the air,
and the stars would shrink into
infinite universes,
so that the symphony would light
the galaxies of our love.

Your looks tickled my heart,
almost so coyly my feelings embraced
the tenderness of your stares,
finding a hideout just to
let you not see the blushing in my dance.

Moments and moments are reborn,
time is unending, and
the oneness of our heartbeats is a metaphor
for a love poem, written with no hands
nor pens,
But the yellowness in our dance.


In color symbolism, the yellow color symbolizes joy, happiness and optimism.

Written Mon. Oct 18,10. 11:00 Pm.

























© Dance in the dark. Image by 6-marionettes @ Deviantart.

Oh, that precise moment, when you know your heart beat is going faster than planes above you, countless beats per second shut your mind, and right then you'd know there's only one thing that is close to life: nirvana. You smile as if to say goodbye to that gloomy world behind you, your eyes change colors as if tears were rain and the sun would shine before you--You're a rainbow!
Stop, NOW! Think about it, that step, you..you're only one step away. Do you really want to do this? It could be temporary, the shimmering stars, that lightening above you.
Yes. Now go..for even if eclipse were to happen, the moon will go full again.


-Title from the poem Meeting point by Louis MacNeice, posted here a while ago!
-Inspired by this

I have a never-ending dictionary for each time you say you love me, so that my heart would interpret it differently. Then I would draft my love to you, like a child drawing the sunlight at the corner of a paper, sending rays and coloring the skies as if it's a world of their imagination, too startling to exist, yet exists.

Your love would blossom in me, faster than the speed of light--no matter the season. And the beat of my heart would irrigate this feeling, nourish these sentiments..
Until our eyes meet again,
Just so you'd live
in me
evermore.


**

The desert in your eyes evoked a storm in my heart, just to reach you. I opened all gates of amiability, that my senses caressed your sand-but for a second there, I thought your nights were so shiny; perhaps ungrateful? Burdened by forgetfulness, an excuse for painting the sky charcoal. I look at you again.
I leave.
You unveil
(A kingdom of disguise)