The day we first met

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(Photo By: Artematizando)

You were the one who bound me within your confessions
When we first met, it was a raining haze in front my eyes
Filled with sand around my empty shadow
By touch, you had caught me somewhere in your maze
Wandered the life that you have
Since you were the perfect constellation,
I had wished that I would linger beside your light
And commit onto your stars
Against the galaxy, there was a lost star who complemented your sole star
Then my reflection became nothing
I’m only a speck of dust
In desperation I held despairing lust
The ink upon your hands could whisper
And I could see a river of tears from your weary eyes
I will come running if you wanted me to redeem you;
Without your voice I would bust through your walls
Save you from your deceitful regrets
And I would rain on your parade
If you are about to disappear
Just let your body lean beside mine
But worry not for it is my only concern
That I could exalt you more than your misery
This love won’t mean a thing
Until your chest would bail your heart bleeding
And that is the time you’ll chase someone and I would accept your grief
You will not be heard but you will be listened
All the blame towards yourself will be amended in quickest pace
I have known your daily dose of your nightmares; these lanterns might prevail the dimmest stares
Where you hide the most
Knowing there is a glimpse of skin hanging upon your face
Those sleepless nights of yours have made you alive
For a reason it has to be faced rather than you whimper in your sleep
I would rant the moon when your scars won’t seem to ignite
Feed yourself with tears from your river
And your lips will have been longing the salt after the taste you have leaped into

Forget me and the city I’ve lived yet don’t forget yourself
I will always be your thread to lift your wishes above
It’s always the moon who grants spark to our yearning composure

And I’ll simply whisper:

“Hey moon don’t you ever go down for her sinking dreams,
Drown your anchor underneath and her ship will be ascended once again”

The Queen’s Servant

(Photo By: Artematizando)

He has a friend whose lips were petals of amusement
She has been longing the salt on her skin
Like her fingers travel to different places
He thought it was a coquettish way seeing his friend grasping attentions
Merely it was only her icon
He had an ardent adoration toward his friend
Before he was ignorant and intoxicated
Until he found out that she was already taken by the king
And he, the soldier, had accepted the truth
He would try to seek another love that he is looking for
After battling with himself, he is once again sober and fit
Now he guards his friend like a queen
He cares for her magical charisma that
Such barbarians could disrespect hence she could be taken for granted
He could break himself into pieces just to keep her intact
But he doesn’t even know how to perceive their actual picture
He treats her as a sister, a queen and a trusted comrade
Yet he had thought for once
He painted himself and the queen living together in perpetual daydream
Still there was never a mutual resemblance
Yearning the affection, chasing gold in between
Despite thousands of confusions
He cherishes the kindness of the queen
She would join and cope with the soldier’s hardship
Calmed and overwhelmed
For impelling the soldier to clutch his grit
Condone the unknown while treading toward the awaited future
The queen and the soldier remain connected
Whereas the soldier was empowered by the queen’s embracement
The hindmost isolation is coming through
They part ways as if it is needed along the mortal change
His farewell gratitude will put the later tale in reminiscence

“Thank you my dear comrade”

Good Times (Smiles and Laughters)

(Photo By: Artematizando)

We suffered from the walls caving in
Knowing the downside of the truth can break your heart
Spoken words into regrets
Remember how I declared that I could succeed against stones and boulders
It was only a dream for the dead
My comraderies, united within the sea of bloods
There was one who feared separation
There was one who was drowning in dread
There was one who was feeding himself with alcohol and tears
And I said, tears are made for fools
Once they find out that they are wasting every inch of their skin
It sheds in immediate pace
Remembering the exact recollection:
It was living inside her head possessed by a sudden raindrops
Her ember of innocence became hollow as she blamed herself
She wanted herself to become an anchor
Not letting her own hero sink despite
That she held her breathe once and I tried to conspire against her chest
Slaughtering the burden inside and building her faith back
Life has been waging the weight of an ardent paradise
I was the sky and they were the clouds
Different shades, incandescent sentiments
Filled with frustration toward second chances
When we left because we thought it could but it can’t
When we cried because it seems impossible to go through the wild
Although we freed ourselves from the low light
Those were the days we owned the nights
Wander like we are lost in silence
For it is your unblemished time to stand up on behalf of your cherished past
We would lie underneath the same sun like flowers bloom after frail catastrophes
We are the solidified strays of stars shining through the dark
As we will run as one
And regain bare laughters and bare smiles from the bottom of the deep endSomeday all wishes will have been granted among the sincerest wolves whispering desire and affection

Panic Hearts

(Photo By: An Drior)

That kind of stare
Is a trap created by someone’s snare
The cursed wind that makes him stumble
Where it seems to be impossible
The unusual occasion passes through his eyes
Becomes ascendant and high
With a bare feet
To unleash himself from a deceit
After all, he was already attached
He wanted her fingertips to be touched
While his hands are dying to rave
He would plead to seek her face and make himself a slave