Category: 11th

The busy streets filled with cheer
Deep breathes, not a fear
Take a step, unlock the door
Dark sky with waves ashore
The feeling of unreality, it makes me feel fake
Take time for the value
No mistakes

Flying sheeps, counting stars
I want to stay forever where you can’t get scars
Peace and closure, feeling free
Close the door, use the key
Step out into the world where people feel pain
If only dreams were real where there are no complaints

Children’s hands,
graceful and gentle as falling leaves,
brittle and easily broken,
blessed be.

The lady across the street,
she seems to be content gazing at a screen.
Unfocused, unalert to what goes on unseen.
For a voice calls, it is rough indeed.

Come by my side child, I am no foe.
I’m a friend of your parents, we parted years ago.
I’ve found a dog over there, you know this place well.
Guide me toward its owners, I promise I won’t tell.

Sparkled sneakers squeal with each step,
If anyone had heard the last words he said,
well,
no one would question why the girl is dead.

You’re a good little girl.
A porcelain hand, an arrogant smile,
and the girl was gone.
No one noticed for a while.

Wood creaks beneath the feet trying not to succumb to gravity’s fierce pull, Dark blues and greys fill the field of view almost like being under a woollen blanket. water beating, beating down all around as the waves crash against the planks, the throat cools as it inhales and exhales the stormy air, The gale makes the trees dance like that of a shadow in a candlelit room. although there is no lights from inside nor from the stars the clouds are still visible. The sky is marbled with lightning, The water reflects the tepid light through the ripples as it’s sloshed by the many forces of nature, The predictable sounds of the crashing rain and frequent thunder force a wave of serenity out of the abdomen. As time passes the cold wet wood begins to absorb the skins heat becoming one with the senses. The closed eyelid feels the same as an open one. The body disappears as the senses become isolated. Thoughtless and serene. Feeling of stillness sets in, contradicting logic’s beliefs. Time becomes irrelevant and irreverent to the space it encompasses, shifting forward the heel drops below cusp of the doc and submerge in the water. It’s comforting warmth pulls in to the ankle, The legs bobbing like a buoy with no input from the conscious, Again the saturated planks warm against the bare skin, The smell of rain dominates from all matter around creating a symphony of the nature that surrounds.

Shall I tell you how this happened to me?
How a heart could stop and stutter to life,
How your eyes can glow in a haze of glee,
How a blush can burn,like a red hot knife?
The falling leaves had coaxed us to a dance,
Autumn winds left our hair in disarray,
In a pile of dead leaves.I took a glance.
ba dum ba dum,my heart molded like clay.
Sparks shivered all the way up to my hair,
Gloved hands clasped together, you had a grin.
I was lost in your stare that gave a dare,
ba dum ba dum, I knew I had to win
Slowly and softly, we met for a kiss.
Biting cold and wet leaves couldn’t break the bliss

The inspiration calls me.
The quiet takes over.
Serenity all around

The paintbrush in my hand
I am the controller.
The inspiration calls me.

Everything unplanned
It’s a special closure.
Serenity all around.

Make them understand
Life moves slower.
The inspiration calls me.

I can expand
In my own enclosure.
Serenity all around.

Nothing in demand
I keep my composure.
The inspiration calls me.
Serenity all around.

My steady mind, chasing that mare-filled sun,
A bird; imaginary broken wings;
Trapped in ribs, kneeled to one.

Clawed and teethed, never wrung.
Rising, with or without and without, it sings:
My steady mind, chasing that mare-filled sun.

Annoying voices filling falling, leaking lungs—
Sewed with piercing bows and purple strings—
Trapped in ribs, kneeled to one.

Golden flesh, memories of tongue.
Newest one, paired clumsy hands, and to, it clings,
My steady mind, chasing that mare-filled sun.

The green men, a hundred and won
Begin a two, that truth it stings,
Trapped in ribs, kneeled to one.

Flaming stars, cupping death, wailing high, running run
Wander yonder under over turning rings.
My steady mind, chasing that mare-filled sun.
Trapped in ribs, kneeled to one.

A merciful hand squeezes the sponge in my mind
As the grip tightens, my body weakens
Driven by love, resulting in hate
Comparison leads to a desire for numbness
The goal of perfection leads to despise
Despisal for the very entity that gives the gift of dance
My body
Movement heals, but it also reminds
A lasting reminder that no matter what
The joy will at some point be lost
The sponge dry, the hand tired
Music will no longer demand motion
Death of a hobby, turned passion, turned love
My gratitude lasts long after the fire is put out
True love for the fire, hatred for the burn

Sugar bleeds from the side of your lips
Your palate is perverted
The artificial blue light rays into your brain
You’re a kid in a candy store, you can’t touch.
Your hands are covered in frosting, you’re pathetic
You groan at me, Is it anger?
You nod as your head is filled up with my sounds, and you hate it.
Scraping the sides of your bowl, You moan out, “Too sweet!”
As if anyone wants to hear you.
You look down at your hands, you hate yourself
But I’m too sweet, aren’t I?
So you open your computer again.

USA, a country said to be the land of the free,
But to what defines free in our current country?
We seem to overlook those problems that sting like a bee
An invisible barrier separating us
Pulling us apart
Violence that we must discuss,
Power we must control

USA, a country said to be the land of the free,
But does not apply when one cannot breathe
Targets certain people though this is a country,
Not archery
Open your eyes,
See how this country is under a disguise

USA, a country said to be the land of the free,
Fooled by greed,
Locking up the victim in their traumatized mind,
Instead of the one with the corrupted mind

USA, a country said to be the land of the free,
Took eight years to become independent,
Only took a few minutes to become corrupt

An infinite amount of impulses to attain
The beauty of the expanse
Wonders of worlds too intricate to explain

Ancient remains of the petrichor a mere stain
Finding an epiphany in the dance
An infinite amount of impulses to attain

The stunning syzygy of our domain
The genesis of a realm in a glance
Wonders of worlds too intricate to explain

A limerence towards the realities we must contain
Mellifluous song we enhance
An infinite amount of impulses to attain

The call of the marvels making some insane
Attempting to explain around a never-ending prance
Wonders of worlds too intricate to explain

The web of reality an infinite membrane
Finding the atoms only by chance
An infinite amount of impulses to attain
Wonders of worlds too intricate to explain