Obsession..

celestial and complete with surrealism
yet incomplete and rough at the edges
perfect perfectionist at the loves
yet blind to the obvious

Lady Bliss

known for not long yet she does not know
i will always be him but you will always be you
you are she and you are her but i will always be that guy
countless speeches later i am still him

your aura wears thin and so does your patience
i try not to touch but my hands burn, if not
i try not to see but my eyes hurt, if not
i try not to speak but my soul talks, if not

in a room filled with smoke and the smell of solely, vanilla
Hazy mist swirling
candle burning relentlessly
pieces of paper everywhere
ink spilled and furious writing
she performs at her least but i try my best
thoughts of her but no thoughts of her
entertaining my mind is like bending over backwards

i shut my mouth and write to shut my soul
you talk too much. she talks too much. i hate you.
i hate you and i hate her but she hates me
i love you and i love her but you hate me
i obssess over bliss and possess nothing
i possess the words but she obssesses over another

possessed in obssession she is
obssessed over possession i am

Duet..

When words become superfluous, you will just stare into someone's eyes and hum a tune. A song you heard in the radio but lyrics of it becomes fragment. In the humming, your soul just flew by mine. And i am still,
starin at you.

In the fragments you search for meaning.With too much to show i have nothing to say. I am still sitting here looking back. I feel the surge of connection,
as i stare back at you.

My hands are cold. The breeze is too strong. I rub against them and put them on your neck. Your eyes never,
never,
left the gaze.

I feel your warmth, a chill down my spine. I reach out to you, and hold your hand in mine.

Ouch. Can u feel the electric down our hands? Ouch. Your eyes they sting!

Pain. Can you see the electric run through my veins? Pain. Your eyes they sing.

I cant. The tears they fill my eyes.

Then don't see. Feel. Put your hands on my chest. Feel my heart beat. Feel my heart bleed. For every tear shed, pierces my heart, an icy shard..

Utter..

i envy you
envy, for i want to be loved as i love you

i hate you
hate, for i want to be hated as much i hate you

i love you
love, for i want to love you as much as i can

love love love..

i don't even know the meaning

someone tell me
someone help me
someone hold me
someone sold me

Shower..

the smoke swirling as my presence
acknowledging the fact that it was no dream
distant sounds of water
pitter patter mimicking the beating of my heart
the dim candles, my only source of light
i followed them in curiousity, excitement filling my every crevice
seeing someone i slowed down sweet selling cinnamon and vanilla essence fills my nostrils
fills my lungs, fills my blood, fills my soul
my gaze caught in a cocktail of beauty and innocence
you had seen me

i advance feeling closeness and the need to be home
hair wet and droplets of water rolling down you
emotional and mental barriers forgotten as i see you naked
feeling light, my clothes come off and i see you with arms wide open
i stand, naked and barrierless in front of you
i stand, emotionally filled with a need to bond
i feel the warm water hitting my body and i feel tranquility, instantly
the view of you naked in front of me makes me think of love but makes me feel coquettish
you embrace me and we stand there under the flow of the therapeutic warm water
intertwined bodies that are damaged but in the process of reconciliation i realise i love you so much that if i loved you anymore, my heart would stop from the strain

smooth skin at my touch
foreplay of lips on neck
i put my face slightly afar from yours
you can hardly look at me now
shying away enhancing my playfulness
i kiss you on your lips
slowly, to prolong that feel of that shiver down your spine
i hold you close, failing in my attempts to fight my hard on
but cheekily blissful, as i know soon we would bond

When you were there..

with epiphany
i welcome you to my graces.
of english literature and poetry.
serenade me, more.
should you choose not to..
knock down the pristine halls in my chapel i have built for you..
are you real?
were you real?
blessed i am to be able to still call out to you spiritually.
but am i really blessed?
no. not now. not here. not anywhere.
curse me. make me see clearly.
should you choose not to..
should you?
i shall leave you with my hurt and the aftermath of my devotion..
fall i have.
but not predicting it would be a pit.
that will prove my demise.

everyday is not a livin prose. your drama sketch proves me tire
im tired
hush now
troubled are you?
im spiritually there. may not be there when you need me but your storyline is in the pages of my notebook
i am tired
the curtains have fallen

i have no expectations of you.
do not mistake my words for my needs of you.
i share my words with you because
no one else would be worth them
but you.
i had no intention to impose them on you
just mere connection.
tired are you..
then rest you shall
for i shall have nothing more to say.

When you didn't answer..

This silence is the demolition ball brought upon the chapel in my heart that i have built around you.. The mockery of my devotion is blasphemous. yet evict you from my pristine hall will prove to be my undoing. why such an act i predict should come true. and yet the surging feeling of connection still lingers to thy ethereal aura and being. Still blessed i am to be able to call out to you spiritually. but is it really a blessing? were you really for real?

Beginnings...

First post. Exciting. Exhilarating. Not. Confused. Help. Gone.