intact..

.. as we start..

flattered heart,

deal with it, it is your tart..

fly her to a planet,

collect ugly sand particles..

seek crystal ones, then

varnish the sunset,

where mermaids lay na….d.

mind the glass..

the one beside the candle..

filled with red wine..

finally, her tattoo will shine..

a mermaid in red.

remembers last spring;

a crushed soul;

worthless, stained charm,

craving for…..everything intact.

 

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in a nest shell..

dear , it is ‘ in a nut shell’.

sorry but your English is weak,

did they teach you English at school?.

nope..

but why is that?

maybe they think it is a luxury..

but they teach you French, right.

yep.

never mind, it is not a luxury,

is it the masters’ language? not sure..

some schools followed, so did coffee shops.

forget about the delivery guy,

it was his granny who lived in the nest shell.

what on earth the grey-haired will think!

sheriff might tell.

Pure Sadness..

i am here, since ever, as ever,

laying down with my favorite sadness,

none-sensed rubbish angry tears..

surely, lovin all kinds of memories;

deeply, it lingers on;

cold look, yest charming,

boiling the blood in my veins,

insanely, all the veins

sadness at sunset,

sadness, evolution, rainbow;

ironically, coloring all moments orange,

creeping grieve; another miserable birthday party

ever since you left; kindness disappeared from the planet.

Now, you are here again.

will you take all the orange colored life,

the spirit, the purified mood?

again, to exit your paradise;

into a pure sadness, alone;

and forever.

 

 

Obnoxious minds…

Thoughts’ Gate Pierced;

Prohibited, yet Tasty Madness

Chaining Crazy Curves.

Endless Cuteness, disillusioned

Abandoned Table for Tow

Wine splashes melted Red Candles

Pointless, Uneven state of Mind

Prudent drizzly Summer

Acid rain over Tragic Relationships.

Crushed blossom; Intense,

Ditched on Tanned Neck.

Eternally, Joyfully,

Obnoxious Minds Illuminates.

The Carnival

Consistently, his neighborhood bothered him.

Screwing up the spring carnival,

Drama prevented his glory as criticism filed the city squares.

He grinned, then faced the ancestors; ”We will win.

Well, one day, maybe next carnival. Trust me,I commit.”

He seemed so sure.

An awkward promise resonates.

City is being dressed up for the carnival.

A day before the next carnival, he was carried to the cemetery.

Spontaneously, glory likelihood is nil.

From over the neighbors’ shoulders, he cries:

You fool, before you follow me, enjoy every lousy minute of life,

Paralyzed, unreachable pleas, he is gone.

He was the carnival.