ChimeraA chimera in the darkA chimera in the nightRun for your lifeRun for your lifeThey biteThey killThey snapYour bones in twoA chimera on the runA chimera chasing youRun for the hillsBecause they'll ripAnd scratchAnd mutilate youWith snapping jawsAnd grabbing pawsTeeth as sharp as hellRun form meRun from meFor I am a chimera too
The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.Living. Not breathing. Not here.Just a faded echo.Emotions lost. Just guilt.Why me? Why me.I don't want to say goodbye.It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.I want to forget. Why did you do it?Why did you hurt me?Concrete walls encage the heart.Crushing it when it tries to grow.You made these walls, not I.To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.Too many hands. Too many villains.I'm lost.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.It has enough poets.Artists.Filmmakers.My hope is my lover,Who's angel heartHolds my head aboveThe water to stop meDrowningIn this great pool of tears.My shrunken body,Lost in darkness,My only company a small light;My love who guides me.There are other lights, thoughI do not see themOr feel their warmthBut I sense their presence.For these lights are the people whoCare, but I have lost my ability to see.The ones who hold me, who calm meWhen I'm weepingScreamingImages in my head so vivid.So alive.Memories of a distant past thatHaunt me.I know they are thereI know they see meClear as skies.But their reach is hard to graspFumbling in the dark.
Ode to LoveLook at you, so small and quaintSo pitiful, yet so alluringWaiting for me without a complaint,Subtle sweetness on your lips, luringMe to a place of false affectionAnd honesty. While you devourMy heart with your insubordinateAnd impractical opportunistic infectionThat which you call love! Pray tell, how'reYou to expect our hearts to coordinate?I remember once, while kissing your lipsI felt my heart soar, with utter blissI must be caught in insanity's grip,For my love was lost in the black abyssAll those years ago when the manWho took my dreams also tookMy soul. Now I am merely a shellOf the girl I was before this began.You say you can help me but just lookAt what little he left me with after sanity's knell.Little boy, how can you followSuch a damaged girl so absolutely?Do you not find yourself in a wallowOf worry, hurt, and utter astuteVexation? I am puzzled by your devotionYet I cannot find it in my heartTo turn you away, for I fear that loosingYou would hurt
Running, FreeRunning waterStreams we'll never seek,Running through the Earthat such a ferocious pace.Not for ourselves,Not for our world,But for freedom.A freedomthat doesn't exist:not really; Not at all.A freedom to live, as life is precious.A freedom to love, as love isalways free; we just need tofind it.Or, if we cannot,Create it.Where is it?In our hearts, our minds?Our spirits,or merely our imagination?Or perhaps it is nowhere;after all, if it were somewhereit would surely beUsed.Gushing through valleys,the liquid of life,the thing that keeps us standing:But with one blow it is all Gone.A spurt. A choke.Dead.
To LoveThou shalt not fear the end;But fear the lover instead,As it is those we love who destroy us.
November 24th 2015 (Morning Tea)Hot rolling waterReleasing a rush of steamAnd coaxing forth scentExploding inspirationIn a warm green wave through meAs the leaves unfurlAs I sigh breathing deeplyAs my eyes openFinally waking me upDragging me to coherenceReady for another day
imperfect architecturedelicate templeyour heart is a chandelieryour brain's a traitor
available nowlove is like a bruiselurking just beneath your skinbegging to be born
HappinessIs it really so hard to believeThat what I want most is not my own happiness,But to know that you can be happy?
TnM:La tormenta mas hermosa que he vivido Es una noche muy tormentosa pero aún así el diluvio no ha caído.Me encuentro en mi habitación empacando mi ropa y otras cosas necesarias en una pequeña maleta, ya que me iré a vivir con Marie por 2 semanas junto con mi hermana. Acabo de terminar mi maleta, me tardé menos de 5 minutos, me dirijo a la habitación de mi hermana para preguntarle si ya terminó, y al entrar la veo cerrando una maleta bastante grande, pero al lado de esa había 2 más del mismo tamaño, a diferencia de que éstas eran negras y la otra era celeste.Cuando vi a Sam le dije:-¿Tanto necesitas?-Sí-me sonrió con gracia.-¿Y yo tendré que llevarlas? -Sí-dijo entre risas.-Hay, que injusto...¿Me ayudas a bajarlas aunque sea?-*Suspiró*ok-al final la hice bajar las maletas ella sola je,je, lo feo es que luego las tuve que subir al auto. Mi padre subió al carro y l
A Corner of Skya light blue cloud singing in your hand folded once, then once more; the wings of your origami crane I breathe in deep the flesh-like tissue uplifting me through fluttering lids to a corner of skyall to myself, lighter than birds kiting through the draft and rush, reaching for the sun I have no voice with which to sing no feathers, I; still I bank and soar,trying to remember you
Swan Lakeshimmers and sparklesall the stars come out to playwishes without end©Phatpuppyart.com
Autumn TreasureFragile wings in windjet black and jeweled butterflytrapped in autumn's rain
MORT GRISE - GREY DEATH -Haiku-(english translation below)Mort GriseRien ne nous étonnePar-delà les tertres froidsQu'un peu de lumièreNaoko, 1127Frantz, 2011......................................................Grey DeathNothing surprises usBeyond the cold moundsBut a little lightNaoko, 1127Frantz, 2011
TimeYears have left us,And we're still waitingFor time to begin