Victim

Oh you, you're gushing red.
Strategic tactic for the light in your eyes to slip into the void of my head.
At times where I am not supposed to feel dead.
Because of this unstoppable thoughts of you in my dread.
Lies, liars, and cigarettes.
Hidden laughs, and smoky sound of blues trumpet.
In the middle of the night, under your bed.
Waiting for the right time to stab you right behind your head.

Brothers II

Two is enough to fuse with morning dew.
Like the sun that leaks through my box of truth.
Here, take these flannels, and black blue garments.
Dress yourselves in a grungy manner.
Like the imagination of your twisted sister.
The way I dreamed you were.
And let the music surround you in your summer.
Let these spectrums colour your purity and your agony.
And let go of the past, go on with your paths.
Inside the light, we all back home.

Brothers

There there, dear.
Free spirited sunshines, double trouble.
Twin midnight rainbows, twice more beautiful.
Leaner than I, closer to God.
The boys of summer, long lost paradise.
May the light brings you back home.

Rain 2: Night in icy forest.

Oh, there you are, falling from the greatest gig up there, whispering the song of our little affair.
Chasing rainbow in the darkest night, screaming for vengeance of the endless fright.
I was praying, and starving, and craving, and hoping.
Or maybe you are the only answer of my lifelong suffering.
Although I do crave you so in the deepest pit of my bones,
There is still something that I am longing for right now, mean green eyes, light years away, far in the meadows of the West.
And please remember that you are but a dust of evaporated rivers of tears, unspoken hopes, and sacred villainy.

Rain

A part of me was missing months ago.
It ran away in the dustiest day of June.
Under the burning sunlight of the most incomparable summertime.
It ran away along with my lengthy words, and invisible moving pictures.
It ran away, that some people told me to let it go.
It ran away, and they told me it would never come home.

As I gazed to the sky one evening, with my hopes up high to call you back home.
From the ground through the empty skies to where you are.
You seemed to hear my sorrow, my dreams of tomorrow.
I was in a deep silence until you decided to clear my turbulence.
And you fell, beautifully, from the perfect nowhere, and kissing the ground.
With that glorious smell of yours, and your calming instruments.
It's been a while, shall we dance through the night?

Shall I?

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate..."

Shall I? At times like this. At times where you are out there living your days to the ultimate fullest, and I rushing my hours to be half of a person you already are?
Rough winds of life can hardly blow down my hopes and dreams to gaze at those tiny universes in your eyes every single day.
Even they told me that I am in dipshit because I fell down the rabbit hole that is someone else's wits, your wits.
Even I can hardly see any of your flows from a far. Unlike any of those choruses.
Maybe I am wrong, so please correct me one day, that you, my dear, have a flaw that only I can understand. Because that flaw is also my flaw.

We fall in love every Friday.

And all of your unconditional love.
And all of my irrational hopes above.
And all of our witty answers to get rid of.
And all of our sorrow.
Our tomorrow.
Our vow.

Evening talks

I am forever treasuring the universe, under various moonlights, and the unconditional warmth of the sun.

If

If the night could speak, he would speak like you. Silent, dark, and secretly annihilating.
If the sun smirked, he would resemble you. Fiery bright, still, and blinding.
If the moon could stare, she would stare like you. Calm, restless, and breathtaking.
If the stars could talk, they would talk like you. Deep, meaningful, and inspiring.
If I could smile, I would smile like you. Sincere, warm, and piercing.