the sun
was
busy making the
moon
so i
decided
to go under
my sheets
and
break into
stardust.
moon
Cracks of dusk
moonlight seeps
in through the cracks
of dusk
the crescent star
stands bare, shining
from the truth
within.
Dancing with the devil
she was once in love
with the devil, dancing
with him in the pale moonlight.
i saw her lips
pressed against her knees
as the moonlight reflected
off her, searching for
an escape in her
distant gaze.
she shone like a raw diamond
through her cracks.
her eyes carried the stars
and gentle scars,
a chaos of dreams,
hopes, and her past.
lust was reduced to the
melting wax, as
slowly, but surely,
she became soulmates with
the lies.
she was once in love,
she said.
she shouldn’t have lied
to herself.
Just a few moments
I wanted to
spend some time
with the universe,
the stars and
moonlight.
hear their stories
and animate those
words to
every soul I lay
my eyes upon.
but there was
this fear of
moving in that direction
for I may lose
what I have now
and not find anything
except loneliness.
I took
that forbidden path anyway
and realized, all
I wanted
is to drag the time
out for
a few moments.
Bang
12:57 AM.
I rested my head
against the comfort of
my pillow and closed
my eyes
in the hope of
timely sleep
for a change.
just few hours
of pitch dark velvet
sky over me
around me.
no notifications
no vibrations
no wishes
no dreams
no reality
just absolutely
nothing.
3:12 AM.
shit.
I got up and
sat down against
the back of my chair.
the reflected rays
of the sun
had flooded the room.
I tried again.
and this time,
the sleep snuck up on me
like a hunter stalking
an unsuspecting prey.
and, bang.
Jealous
and the stars twinkled,
the moon stared,
the breeze held its breath,
the whole earth stopped for a while.
as they all watched carefully
jealous of the way
she shone.
Under the stars, naked
Thank you for reading my madness.
I never expected
so many of you to read,
it is just madness
after all,
but that’s okay,
we are all a little mad and a bit crazy.
And I’ve always liked the mad ones
– for we are the ones who talk in riddles and smile when we do,
for we know the world makes more sense to us that way –
so, if you’re reading this somewhere in the world,
smiling,
I do hope that one day we meet.
And when we do,
let’s decide that no matter
where we are in the world,
we will find a place to light a fire,
on a beach,
or somewhere in the woods
where you can still see the stars
– and we will get cheap drinks,
the cheaper the better,
and we will play old tunes,
and laugh about the world –
and as the sun comes up
we will run,
naked,
as the stars call us back,
their children,
their mad children coming home.
let’s agree to that
and I hope
to see you soon.
lakeside
down by the lake by the trees
where everybody goes to be alone
where you won’t see
the rising sun
down to the end we will run.
I can tell from your eyes
you’ve been by the lakeside
last night
to clear your head
or listen to your mind
in the air
as thin as the crescent moon.
you’re more than
just the piano dust
resting pitifully against the keys
and though it ticked feverishly
beneath your silk palms,
you dared not answer those red wires.
what happened wasn’t so bad
and though the past
is dead
yet somehow, we’re static,
the soul’s still not buried
but eventually
as the time goes by
and we near
the end
the shadows might
settle over
leaving only the memories
behind.
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