A stranger was there for all the rough talk.
Might be as dark as shadows.
Might be as passionate as a chain smoker.
But darkness could be soothing.
Could be fire.
Could be Sagittarius.
Could hallow the pure blood
But with a spoon full of Pinot Noir!
A stranger was a temporary pleasure.
For all the music.
Might be as satanic as Beherit.
Might be a traveler disguised as a Bezzie.
But illuminati could be soothing.
Could be fire.
Could be Sagittarius.
Could hallow the pure soul
But with a spoon full of Pinot Noir!

A star was lost.
From the very procrastination to the very execution.
A star used to shine.
Look at him closely
How dense his hair is.
Feels like that rage of the sun rays brought to the glasses.
Like a star
He was born.
Yet he used to hide
Under his embarrassment.
Rather than months and years
It took him light years to meet again.
But just like stars.
He used to be hers.
Look at him,
How indifferent his eyes are.
Feels like that rage of the heart that broke her to million pieces.

Part of our emotions are like balcony.
Standing outside from the road corner would be great.
Having a mega cup of coffee or choking.
A little bit of sugar or sunshine and
mix them perfectly.
The taste might disappoint.
But the way people perceive will cover up eventually.

No wonder water is there all left out, being shady.
And sweaty.
And gross.
Because just like emotions, water was always there to meet the thirst.
And when people have something without obstacles, indifference is mandatory.

Part of our emotions are like our private parts.
Showing a part of it.
Like cleavage, is brave enough.
But being naked about those thoughts is always
Unappreciative.
Because part of our emotions are like hypocrisy.
We choose people not to choose us!

As if suddenly time has stopped turning pages on,
I got scared,
My words are getting trumbled every second.
The poems that I have taken inside
Are absolutely being burdens beforehand
the second that I thought,
If this is the end.
For if my pride is not there to solve and allay.
In the meantime of sorrow and collapse and alcohol,
I look behind,
I read,
I sense,
I perceive.
And I shiver again.
For if my pride is not there to hold me,
For if the darkness ever start on growing,
For if my love is not there to tell me,
“You are a sunflower”,
For if there is no hope to joy and aspire,
I will rise like a sun,
Burn into ashes every pages that hunt
Me down,
I will read,
I will sense,
I will perceive and
I will shiver again.