You called me up that day

Surprised you even cared

I heard all you had to say

Inside my soul you stared

Emotions on display

They left me unprepared

To put away the past

Hope for a future bright

As the time went by so fast

Each day turned into night

I wanted it to last

Because it felt so right

But like a falling star

You lingered in my view

Trapping wishes in a jar

As you were passing through

From me you were too far

Cause my wish didn't come true

The bud wrapped with these beautiful brown petals,

Is like a beautiful face wrapped in brown veil,

That movement of the petals,

Feels like it smiled leaving me smiling for long,

The first sight at this flower left deep traces in my memory.

The tracks can be tracked by the fragrance you wore,

The smile, the fragrance, the movement can be felt by none but ME.

I wish to see you always O Flower of my Life !!

Snow is falling among the trees

White and cold the thoughts

Hearts must strive

Where flesh is weak

Warmth can be found

For those who dare

Deep breath then I exhale

and reach out to grab hold of the lion's tail.  

Mauled by your words leaving me bare,

the sting of your claws could have fixed it all.

I swear.          

Digging them in deeper, as you drag me down a beaten path.

Just another victim; snatched up by a savage.                                                                  

I am your rag doll; a play thing.

Don't you feel victorious?

I brought this upon myself, you know?

This is that of which I am notorious for, I'm sure.   

  Fuck.

I'm in love.

Not that I was falling,

it was actually more like a shove.        

 Ring around the wildfire; I smile.

That moment burning, like a strong desire.                                    

Together we're running, recklessly into a forest(we're exploring)

laying me down on the ground so softly.

I can tell you practiced this a thousand times before,

and I know I couldn't want you anymore.

NO, I shouldn't want you anymore.

 Like an infection spreading; it's making me sick.

Pinning me down, with a feeling I can't explain.

I sit, ashamed, like an ignorant child(thinking I could tame the wild?)        

I'm strutting with the bruises, cuts, and scars.

Wearing them like a badge of honor, from fighting all the wars with you. 

 And I'll run, always looking towards the sun.

Exposed to all the things in life that: make or break me; shake and awaken me.

So, you see it's a battle not so easily won, but it's fun(like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun).                    

Like the tragedies of history's fallen kings;

I hang up my crown and the pain has retired.

I realize I am home now. 

Lovely dancer in orange chiffon

Please bring the fertile harvest on

Do not dally and miss your chance

Defy the season and the driving rain

To be the belle of old time's dance.

I hear the racing heart's drumbeat

If only time could stop and breathe

I too could reach nirvana's seat

But the racing clock will never cease

To chasten latecomers to the feast. 

So dance my lady, dance my dame

Know your admirers have no shame

We'll till the earth and play the game

For survival if not for lasting fame

Praising always your eternal name. 

Slush on the sands

A nip in the air

Wave shifting waters

Breath can be seen

Weary traveler find hope

You made it this far

Home is just another hike

Our suitcase is filled to the brim.

We packed long ago, in the early times of us.

Us. 

We are an adventure. 

We dreamed of going places last fall.

Back when we liked each other but 

Giggled and blushed furiously at the 

Mere thought of exposing our scenario's 

Of going places with each other, to the other.

All through December and January 

We flirted with ideas of where we could go.  

We planned in our minds what new places 

We could venture to. 

The great wonders we could see and the

Places we could experience with the other. 

In the middle of February we finalized plans. 

We bought tickets to some of the happiest places on Earth.

We packed bags and off we went

To see new places. 

Places full of beauty, 

Places where the earth trusted us to appreciate it.

Places that were fragile, places that had rough terrain.

We'd take different paths occasionally,

Never failing to end back up where we belong though,

Hand in hand, together. 

Shared experiences which I wouldn't want to share

With anyone but you.

We found the map to each other's hearts.

A treasure chest led you to the key. Unlocking 

My fears. My deepest desires. My trust. My love.

You led the way to a walled castle 

Planted in the middle of a magical forest. 

You helped me through those walls, 

Across the moat and to the heart of it all.

A ballroom with beautiful music 

Flowing sweetly into our ears. 

You showed me that I can arrive to

New places, even when the path is rocky.

When walls seem high, and I'm scared of what lays beyond the door. 

Traveling with you has been the most 

Cherished adventure of my life.

Regardless of how many planes I've caught,

Of how many strangers I meet along the way.

Because I'm simply a tourist. 

Going through the motions, 

Staying a day or two, before re-stuffing

My bag and coming back here.

I miss my castle. 

I'm not a traveler without you.

I use bulky binoculars to see the little things

You could so easily point out to me otherwise.

Passport messily stamped, postcards collected.

Where's my love? My guide. My best friend.

I use GPS to find my way around, whereas

You use the stars. A map. Intuition.

Maybe you can't come to these places with me.

Because the hotel was booked and you couldn't 

Find tickets on the same train as I. 

That doesn't mean our adventures are over.

I've never trusted anyone before to watch 

The suitcase with my heart and happiness in it,

Across an ocean. 

I'm waiting in my ballroom, my love.

A dancer, frail but strong. Waiting

To dance with her faithful companion

Once again. 

Waiting to travel to more places. 

Because the only destination I really care about

Is your arms. 

A fool can speak

A wise man's words

And still be a fool,

Just as

Wise words from

The mouth of a fool

Are wise words still.

I’d be lying if I said

my eyes were teary

or that my heart was aching

and that my body felt like fire

not ignited by passion

or by anger

or perhaps a bit of both

but all I feel

is the

urge

the overwhelming urge

to

bathe

and be baptised

to tear of my lips

and scrub of my skin

the urge

to chop off my hair

and

unsee

unfeel

untouch

and be

untouched

by you

I want to forget

or better yet, unknow

you

the memories and

the places

but you

have imprinted

on every fibre of my being

on every landmark

of this foggy town

seen through my foggy eyes

And

I -I just want to unknow

and be clean of the sins

of you