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.

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inches away from hell…

another fake reality..

curious as ever and never been,

leaving your silence alone,

she still craves for a candle lights dinner,

she is all ears, speak out your silence,

feel free, you are alone; and speechless.

soon, your few balance inches will somehow disappear;

she is gone surrendering you to a funless ending.

regrets, sorrow will linger on, in hell as well.

West Coast Beach

Father is arriving in a while dear, you better wash and help me with dinner; Okay Mum, I still need a few minutes to be clean this mess.

Hi darling, where is Sam?

He will be in soon..

I will call him now baby. Sam did not take the phone, Mum started to panic.

Honey, Harold, Sam’s friend said that they plan to go swimming in the West Coast beach and they would need the tennis racks. Just let us wait till Sam returns then we will all gather around the dinner table; just stay calm, all is fine.

At 11:20 pm, the phone rings, it was family’s best friend; a trembling voice tone was low on the other end. Mate, please come now to the West Coast medical center, I need you here alone; deep nervousness overwhelmed the dining room. Sam’s father rushed barefooted to his car in the pajamas. Oh, God, please, No; Sam was breathless, Harold whispered, I am sorry uncle, a car accident; softly closing his eyes forever as well.

last summer

Honey, this is the second plate of popcorn, with butter, your favorite. The movie is about to be finished, we need to go to bed, it is 11:45pm baby. I put on the purple satin long night dress, a new perfume tempts your imagination to new horizons of the dark corner in our bedroom. I know I haven’t done much to please you since last summer, but I promise to take it up to the limits where you will rush home after work to rest your troubled head on my slim belly as you used to do on the beach. Last summer we had great fun. Baby, why don’t we plan our vacation to the west coast next summer. I will be done with my diet. You will adore my bikini then. Mum will take care of the kids for a week.

I miss your arms around my waist pushing me closer. I love your performance and smell. Baby, time to go to bed before I lose the fantasy your smell takes me to. The popcorn dish is still full, and you did not even taste your green tea. I will clean up everything in the morning, I did the same this morning.

Sorry honey, it must be mum calling. Hi mum, yes; we are still on the sofa watching TV and enjoying the evening. Dear bay; I have been telling you since last summer that your husband has passed away, Please, mercy us. Gosh, she disconnected again.

Winning Obstacles

Please stay for a while love, just to conclude the butterfly tattoo on the curvy waist;

Evident symptoms, Contagious lust leads our sphere;

Timely limitless objective; Abandon awkward self-control;

Adored art-creating feminine locations; Surrounding a curve;

Charming corrupted thoughts; High spirit leads narcissism;

I can still see through her bones; A fantastic crisis style;

Defected fake ethics further sharpened nails and teeth; Summer surrenders on her lips;

Winter got even warmer; Once ready, simulate deepest un-natural necessities;

Namely; Baseless crucial judgement; Mindfully insane;

Suddenly; Attracting emotional insecurity;

Never ending lovely fatigue; eternally speechless as if it is a first date;

A further victory; Scarce responsible picks hurts; breathless;

Prolific fuming persistence dims sunshine; losers’ season;

Allure her final death; extreme dying wins;

Apologies honey; No Tattoo tonight.

who are they?

no wonder you are confused,

one step and they will get you used,

they are out there, almost everywhere;

mainly in a under ware, 

craving for your stares,

taken even upstairs,

flooded with summer rainy storm,

no time to escape home,

face features plummeted at dawn;

frozen and used effectively,

tearing your kidney, symptoms disappeared,

you knew it, confusion faded..

all of a misery, suddenly,

they got your heart out.

know them, feel them, heal them;

anyway, even unconscious by midnight, 

they are still your bloody feelings.

forgotten..

Back in 1201, a war broken out between no one, a couple who slowly recognized that their  marriage was as if sliding over a cliff to a deep disagreement. They used to put each other down since they started their relationship nine years ago. A dark relationship with a nurse on a Friday night, no regret; no need to forget it, it is exhausting now on wards were Sky-high dreams and plans started fading, divorce loomed and looks possible before Christmas with the arrival of the first pregnancy.

As the couple spent years in disagreement, their only kid lost many chances to be at school. Instead, every spring he flees the house to the nearby forest for a peace of mind. A destiny that guided him to be blessed with total ignorance in the age of artificial intelligence.

The neighbors, living in the only cottage at the forest, a post office man and his wife enjoyed arguing in anger generating load voices and sometimes noises that looks like household stuff being thrown from upstairs striking weak wooden walls and in some unfortunate incident a hit on a face.

The wife was so young; only five years older than the kid. Today he is an unavoidable charming nineteen years old seven feet high muscular curvy brown-haired gentleman. The postman lost his wife who never loved with him.

When I was a child, I missed my education, love for horse riding when the post office man convinced my father that I will be happy and forced me to marry him, is was death, life just got frozen, she murmured, laid her head on his chest and finally enjoyed a deep blooms yummy breath. She escaped back to her youth. Now, I will be no longer forgotten.

definitely nice..

Winter,
miserable, you are,
flowers paled, happily,
mercury drifted morning winds,
sharpened edges,

Dancers hated your wounds, scarves,
rest assured, Granny is there for you …
she loves you even if,
leaves abandon skinny trees, and
your sun burns; she adores you,

Enjoy dispelled hope and memories never retrieved,
pointless as speechless;
bleeding dark hatred.

Beloved winter, remedy narrow graves;
pick her up from underneath, and
be nice to her; definitely nice.