Learn the impulsive choice others tossing. Verdict of the phony in fake Sanskrit. The victim of the mean hoax ain’t missing In a walk of shame of the true culprit. After the storm, something was born again. Rainbow in the rain makes grey days clearer. A stain, not art: there’s no need to bargain. From the twist of fate of savage bearer. Kaleidoscope of colors in one eye Shifting panoramas like Northern Lights. Signed, sealed and delivered will from on high A mark of love, hope, peace and pure insights. And there will be no umbrella needed. The showered vision of God is not dead.
Rapid eye movement sleep Let’s not part ways and say, “Goodnight and Go”. What happens when we sleep? When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Counting sheep through the night Ignite the fire of the losing side. A bad guy acting like a Knight. Sleep within sleep in side by side.
We are only good at being bad. They should see us in a crown! Wait for the plastic faces turned into sad. Critics frown on the idea of going down.
Are we the product of a problem we could not alter? That is why our rendezvous’ quite blurry and fuzzy. But I’m counting 1,2,3 for it doesn’t matter. As long as I see you in whole not in mazy.
I don’t want to wake up in this beautiful nightmare. 3-dimensional space as they call it, “The Further”. I’ll be calm and collected in this dream we share. As we bury the hatchet when we bury a friend right there.
I just hope I could draw a map that will lead to you Wear your cologne, so that I could go straight in a perfect time. Do not let me let you go when my heart’s not blue but hue. Hold me tight, you’re my strange addiction like a dime.
In this place, life is an endless story. Captivated by the view, you and I both created The place has no name to say in a hurry Paper town as it is, so as our names stamped and cemented.
REM sleep; dream vividly. Two hearts become 1 in intensity Goodbye for now as lights down low slowly In sleep, we’ll meet again in the loop of serenity.
*The poem was born out of love and obsession to the album of Billie Eilish entitled, “When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?”
At the top of my lungs, I scream In my darkest hours, you are my sunbeam Into the River Lethe, you become my memory For you simply debunk that life is too short for a long story. Around the world in 80 days, seemed not enough to explore you, Against all odds, I swear it on the River Styx to stick with you in a shade of hue. Until the world ends, forever ain’t the word to immortalize you while we’re going down in history.
*Preposition Poem – The poem is a seven line poem, each line begins with a preposition. Authors write about themselves, their feelings and emotions.
Snakes on the floor, on the shiny sparkly floor, trying hard to slither right through you. But let me tell you, I already knew what they do not know. Slick stories soon forgotten on a graveyard of lost things. So, no need a shovel to dig a grave
Crocodile on the river mouth – A pathway where a river flows into the sea, Hungry for a piece of meat. But let me tell you, killing a crocodile is a sign of luck. Worries are over and so as danger. Do not trust crocodiles, If you crossed one: be wary.
Vultures start circling in the air, Like you are the subject of gossip and slander. They might be in control of the weather, But let me tell you, They only try to take advantage on what’s readily available. Prepare on what’s coming The storm provides, yet do not be a prey to the death eaters: Use all your senses to the opportunities they hardly navigate.
Poison ivy creeping along the ground, Ingratitude like a parasite Itching on your skin if it touches you But let me tell you, The only way to defeat poison ivy is to dry them out, Never handle them especially by the root or stem They are rashes: avoid them Before it’s too late.
Do not blend, You will turn out to be like them. Bend like you’re unbreakable. But let me tell you, Traitors never win! Let the turncoats switch sides. Think things through; shifting allegiance like Judas does not ring a bell to one’s pure heart.