Tomorrow I may forget those rhymes of your poem I may not remember your sumptuous sonnets Let me paint you with the umbrageous syllables now below the billows of a welkin and inlay my soul with the cheerful stars and your maiden moon.
Tomorrow I may not knuckle your face with my fingers I may scroll your elegies before gulping them Let me drown now inside the ocean of your diadem with the wreaths of orchids, tulips and daffodils I, a wallflower, again ween to be your austere hem.
Tomorrow The death may kiss my delicate clavicle I may abut the stars without bidding a final goodbye Let me breathe now inside the soliloquies of the worm moon before the death could scald my red tongue Let me chug those curtains of memories for the last time darling.
~those broken crayons in my bag are screaming inside the emptiness of life.
Hello everyone ❤️🦋 #wild I didn't know how to make wild beautiful. I didn't know how to clarify a wild loin as an animal of love. I didn't know how to call the drops of blood, the vapours of the red rose. I didn't know how to cure all that can't be healed. All I knew was the hallucinating words that told me to see the things that didn't exist. 🌻
Born as a single flake of snow., Who would find me amidst the frozen peaks But that speck of dusk Smudged on me, the purple wounds And those sunken scars The burns of failures, they call my name and talk about my shades of wounds. I would be no different, it would’ve been A translucent raindrop just like you But I’m filled with the fortune of muck That flickers and pierces in me. I don’t know about your rainbow-filled wings But mine are ebony and wild Full of tales from the skies and the hazes. I was born as a flaw, messed and drowned And I don’t know about your silver shine But only a wild flaw fits on the moon.