I shall live for reasons I wished to die.
When it’s put simply,I’m overcome with bewilderment.The life my mouth has crippledis so unjustly mourned by my heartyou’d think I was never a child..!
My lover was leaving, packed what I’d become in a suitcase I’d carry whenever I went to my next pursuit. After he was gone, I stood by the door with my thoughts scurrying I stood by our bed my thoughts still scurrying finally I stood by the mirror, full length mirror and I found IContinue reading “Dissociated”
If I can meet you in a dreamand there we bask,lovers parade; aren’t burntWhy,Why then out a dreamwe can only baskwhen potential of burningis patrolled by intentions realm?!
I was to you,what you weren’t to me.You were to me,what I wasn’t to you. We were to each other,what we weren’t to each other. Ah, the clouds are about to part.
From the ground looking up,Heaven is a wing in my mind.
Freddie, writing is my languageIf words coming out my mouthare unsatisfactorygive me pen and paperThere you’ll know my honesty. Now in my rage,I will tare the paperinto million others. …bring me forthfirst page that everlet my hand succumb tothe seduction of giving myunregistered thoughts acountry to live in. I don’t know how to face youContinue reading “Midst Freddie VI: Last Dip.”
Behind your lovelived a youthat wouldn’t embracethe me before my love. Behind my lovelived a methat wouldn’t brazenly cherishthe you before your love. Unintentionally,we were cheating…
If you are home, can I paint you immovable? Tell me how, when you’re always reluctant. If you are mine, how about you say my name. This here, my impression Doesn’t it remind you of something? If you are true, why not face the sun? When last did you laugh, I can’t remember the song.Continue reading “Bystander”
Writing… Let’s me borrow from my conscious.