Frolicking in tandem with my-self, even without realizing
A captured frame of my utmost adored anatomy
A lovely painting of silver stars and golden arches
A parallel epitome of bold eccentricity
A notch above the world, the highest my toe can stroke the sky
A stroll in the drizzle, just the way I like it
A lovely thing draped in the color I love
A portraiture against my all time favourite spot
A piece of colorful display echoing my chaotic sense of humor
A pantry lined with my all time favourite ingredients
A timeless combination I adored endlessly
Ingrid Michaelson
"Can't Help Falling In Love With You"
I've sank to the bottom of this whirpool at the sound of you. I am crying endlessly, oh so mercilessly, at the melancholy of you. I will be remembering the way, I can't help falling in love with you.
Puppy.
At the side of the road, partially hidden by the tall willowy grass.
In a daze, not fazed by the traffic of men.
And I am reminded of my babies.
When they were younger.
When they were a whiny crybaby
And I was their warm-patting bed.
I love how they splay their soft bodies on my chest,
Staring at me with that sleepy eyes
Cries wimpering down to hiccups
Lids fluttering shut.
I remember watching them heave up and down to my breathing
Waking me up with all that snuggling and licking.
Damn.
Who needs blanket if you have a litter?
I'll make the most of all the sadness,
You'll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can't understand.
You'll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can't understand.
"Slow Dancing In The Burning Room" - John Mayer
I see the mosaics on the floor
And I hear you sing to me this lullaby
But I can't recall the words you put together
Or the reason behind your smile
For all I see was the blend of colors into one.
And black became my world.
Harlo Harlo
*taps recorder*
Testing testing.
Is this thing recording?
Mind plays are so vivid these days I can recollect them even after 12 hrs being awake.
I woke today again before Solaris
I'm aching all over like yesterday
I see faces of you both just before my eyes open
Faces fading in and out on each another
Smells wafting through and through
Strangers breathing down my neck
Alien hands round my waist
An unknown face smiling from across
While waiting for the other girl to get her scroll
What is this I'm suppose to see?
Somebody read my eyes
Decipher out this wriggling piece of gnat in my head
Pull it
Squash it
Burn it
Cause it is refusing to dislodge like a bloody splinter
The eyes opened early today and Saturday greeted me.
"Hullo", he said.
Hey-yo, I said.
"Come walk with me this fine morning?"
Okays.
"The sun sure is blazingly bright and sunshiney today ain't it?" he said.
But I look around and the sunrise has yet to lit the awakening sky.
He pointed out to the lovely shrubs on the ground.
But I looked up and savour the ways the tree branches interrupt the skyline.
He sniffed the flowers and exclaimed how dazzling they smelt.
I took a deep breath and all I tasted was the smell on incoming rain.
"Oh look! The gardener sure has his ways with all these blooming petals"
I follow his line of sight and all I saw was the broken pottery they're rooted in.
Even the fountain where Cupid resides is dry.
He stands under the arch of vines and honeysuckles, waving in delight.
I stared at the piece of sky framed by the arch, and breathe a sigh.
He pointed out to the many lovely people in the park, holding hands talking happy
I stared and stared till everyone muted down and dissolved away.
"Shall we sit a while then?" said Saturday.
Okays
"The tide is high today isn't it?"
It has always been at this time of the day
"Indeed it is."
Hmmms
"Yours seem low though"
Indeed it is.
"Coffee or tea?"
How bout juice?
He took me home and made me juice and salad.
Pats my head and pinch a smile on my cheeks.
"There there now, my day should be a happy day now love"
Okays.
I wonder how would that turn out fine when you don't see the things I see
When you are walking beside me but pointing at a different angle
I wonder I wonder.
Maybe your angle would fill the gaps that's forming in my vision.
Perhaps perhaps
What is your Wednesday like?
- Like a spot of daze with the flecks of sun fluttering above your lashes.
- Like the march of breaths on the trail of your skin.
- Like the ache of getting up from beneath the covered sheets.
- Like a pot of steam billowing beneath the sang froid of tact
- Like watching the white head with wayfarer babbling his throne in self awe
- Like queuing behind eggs, squids, lettuces and a bottle of minute maid for 15 minutes
- Like bumble buzzing around the pig sty of your bedroom
- Like picking up the pictures of the smiles you collect from the recent days
- Like arranging your cookies all in a jar and finishing half of if before you close the lid.
- Like making space for multitasking when your brain screams on behalf of 2 crampy toes while driving a ten minute distance.
- Like finally sitting down and feel the throb of your back, sipping tea and gulping wine.
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