You Belong to Me

So far, You Belong to Me;

You made it through, unharmed, sensibly safe in bed.

Reaching out for a heart wrapped in dark love.

Never satisfy of your passions as years passed us by;

Such a nightmare.

Fires in your tummy calls us;

Endlessly, no clue, no trace; I would crawl to you,

Your arms shacked; got weaker after midnight;

I crave for your gentle touch. It cuts like a knife,

I am strangled…

You experienced the awfulness of my wounds;

Profound across my lung; remember?; Surely.

Are we getting serious here?

Cutie, you are sinking in my velvet sadness again.

Gosh, that irritates my dead soul, breaks my heart.

Calm me down, sweetie.

I am waiting to fall into a forest, between your arms- to warm my frozen empty bones.

It is pretty much what we need to baby. Now, give me your cold hand, feel my dead heart beats.

Do you have any tiny rhythm? Hell, I am bleeding right now?

Will you ever give a damn at all? Oh, great stuff. I knew it.

Now what?; My sweetheart, just come down from that ugly glamorous lounge in your stinky fort.

I am not so fine; you are on my cold mind, under my skin.

After all those years, I am still all lost without you sugar, lost;

Abandoned till dawn.

Well, I have simply lost trace of our love, romance has disappeared forever.

You locked my veins; I scream and collapse- joyfully.

Any cracks in your heart?

Your arms to rap me up when I fall like a broken leave.

It is our destiny baby, no choice what so ever.

That is my eternal dream as high hopes get blurred.

Now and forever; Never drift away.

You are still my fascination.

And, So far;

You Belong to Me.

choose your battle

Either or, someone is wondering; is it the end of time!? Well, it is difficult to say given the fact that you do not have the luxury of time to choose. If survived, there will be another chat after dawn. Do you still believe that there is any sense getting married in the corona virus era. Stay away from granny; that is your battle today; fight.

definition of ”trash”

expand on non prediction

state of anxiety, silence

excluded manhood knew the way

end of your destination, a necessity;

move to her motivation

does it work, move it

pathway of command

feel the overlap, freely

agree, the definition

distribution on corn field

peel a grape, arguable

hate me, non refundable

trash wasted, treated nicely

terrible fun, any antidote?

collect your trash; once you recognize it;

unbelievable good news, by definition.

Sabotaged harmony.

hesitation deepens;

nonetheless, another humble target,

smart, thus slurry,

feelings governs her deeds, hopes, but not at all her dreams.

be kind to her, remember how to?

noble deeds turned life upside down,

true, bettrader creature, he became..

an awful memory;

silky unvarnished reality grabbed her neck,

showing no symptom of resistance;

emotionally creativite.

enjoy profound beauty,

never underestimate her clear appreciation,

as he walks away, she laid her forehead on his shoulders,

clumsy rejection, fed up of it..

time for cracked, sabotaged harmony;

yet, another affair.

Life..

Is it too late?..Tell it to the crowd; now you do hate your birth, body, and death. Such a shame. Yes, no one cares. Diamonds won’t help anymore as her feelings has passed away last night. Red haired has gone wild back to a dark horrible childhood, remember? As you swayed to the beat. Admit it; here you are in a fake destiny were wildest dreams dries out, you would plea knee at her feet on a rainy day were your mysterious life grows and blood flows again filling your brain cells.

Apparently, rivers gone somehow nervous as owls shed tears in a stinky valley. Hang on there, give her your hand. Evaporate, then die joyfully, smoothly in a nightmare leaving no prudent trace ever. Coming back to earth, he is lost, breathless without her tenderness that fills the evening. Life is calling him again; to a fresh death. Got his black coffin, a perfume, and a velvet belt in a suit case. Such a great harmony; mate, are you still cynical about it? It is time to recognize it; it is your own disgusting rotten life; enjoy.

Terminology

Scarce are the moments where she could release her deepest compassion. Dare you recall those. An elevation of stones mounted higher than teenager’s magical dreams. Dreams where she feared to stress out her rabid heart pulse. Moments deeply engraved in her sub conscious since ever. A useless attempt to dig for and find the best terminology to breath it all out before mid night.

Summer passed; not so joyful. She sought after help from a roommate; mostly drunk. Such a shame for someone studying cultures. She faced it many times, a lovely red haired skinny tall young lady; physically wanted day and night. He was so dishonest. Left the flat to the coffee shop across the street; please, double espresso and a chocolate cupcake. The waitress waited and wondered: will you pay for that?; she asked. Of course, she responded. How did you earn the cash? Waitress asked again. Have you tried a shoot in the forehead before? Damn this place; nasty terminology flourished. She stared at the entrance, Gosh, guess who was stepping in?

The womb.

Sometime at late fifties, on a dark winter night, on a small sea side village full of farmers lived a young boy called ”Nameless”; seems nuts. His mother got trapped between the father who sails eight months a year and a nasty boss who is around daily as she cleans the office and serves his coffee. Admit it, an old approach to life, cheaters are all over, regardless. ”Nameless” has got no education till lately. He learned the hard way, begging for passion and tenderness but mainly for house expenses that Father used to waste on the blond- Boss’s assistant. Damn it, ”Nameless” can take it no more. Father, left them to poverty that torn them apart. Mum has longed for a brave husband to defend her. The boss was a demanding cowered; just as the husband in most of the nights he was around.

How do you think son’s feelings were like then? Never mind, now he just doesn’t care. She used to plea for mercy time and time again. Surrounding males’ approach stinks ones soul. At those times, ‘’Nameless’’ saw it all. But, unfortunately, he was so weak to fight back defending his fragile mother. Mother surrendered and collapsed. ‘’Nameless’’ lost interest of school’s home works. Failed with all life’s aspects. A life that made him as fragile as a bleeding womb. A female attitude in a male’s body, toilet, and name maybe. Not sure of it all. Life has turned bleak just as mother’s cracked womb. Is it still hard for you to remember when Mum was as fresh as a morning blossomed rose, slushy as fresh honey?! Damn you Dad; if I may- We literally were turned into walking dead. Under the shower, bloody water drained away tears of  grief as it smoothly slipped over the shoulders. A totally new womb melted with anger. Curtains falls on a miserable scene; father arrives at the door step; Sorry, you are no more welcomed, neither is the Boss.

toxic knowledge..

complications; at day..

during night, further deeper complication..

being single, complication..

being married, with or without kids, complications…

be it happy or sad youth; complicated

being in love; somehow complex..

lost beloved ones or meet new ones; complicates your misery…

rich or poor, through out summer or spring, complicated..

still searching for a job or once employed, complex formula..

the good old days, seems less complicated..

funeral day; complex?

yes, your funeral mate..

feel it none!…toxic knowledge.

..”Do You?”..

Do you understand trampled emotions?

Fed up; Do you?

Do you really understand your improvisations?

Does it seem defected?

Incompleteness; Do you care?

Lame signs; how many Do you?

Late adolescence inspirational; Do you?

Dry emotional attachment; Do you spiteful?

Illogically counterproductive rebel; Do you?

Narrow dark prominence; Do you manage?

Returned loved ones; dialogue refusal; Do you?

Challenge corrupted soul; Do you?

Developed arrogance; Do you?

Sophisticated ‘’Do You’’ concepts! Did you?

The Intouchable..

Frigid lusts…

Further frustration will do you no harm.

Drag ancient sarcastic glitches…

Lungs frothing; vague breath, terrified…

Death looms, blossom intensifies…

Nasty genies fled volcano…

Sick of pale lava bubble,

So, she can still damn your improvisations…

Activate body language, huh, dunk till dawn…

Churned wine fills cracked clay jars…

Fragmented memory; of Alzheimer…

Skinny grey- haired..can you hear me?..

Breath….Breath…!

Disrupted mentor, body laid, never mind it,

Ironically, a bittersweet Intouchable; he remains.

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