Love - Seek - Call me wind if you do please War - Fear - When the world fights a war Death - Empty - What a strange time this is Afternoon - Again - A part of me is holding back tears Blue - Halfway - I breathe, wait and hope
/ To My Love, on your Birthday ♡∀♡ Everything I want to wish is HERE /
When the world(soul) fights a war the pen turns into gun or armor scratching poetry of pain from ink(sky) of fear on naked humanity(lies) as influence is only art to exist.
/What a strange time this is~seek/
What a strange time this is when the fragile camouflage(stanzas) of kindness seek(ing) help from silent justice to flourish(rhyme) some lavender on heart(paper) instead of bloodshed tomb.
/A part of me is holding back tear~halfway/
A part of me is holding back tears(words) on the halfway of numbness(life),turning into lumped noisy battle inside my limb(pen) to mourn on barbaric massacre(wounds) While the truth is lulling indelible nightmare in the lap of ground(paper).
/Call me wind if you do please~empty/
Call me wind(enjambment) if you do please for admiring me to hold dust of gunfire(unread poetry) on empty veins, I wish myself gathering sympathies(syllables)to clot torn brain(sense) and release stale blood(pain) from sore eyes.