If today

if today you must go,
in search of your light,
that shines dimly in my eyes,
but it is a light i can't deny.

if today you kiss me goodbye,
i will kiss you back solemnly,
and stretch my lips into a big smile,
i want you to see me happy at the least.

if today you find your dream,
my soul shall rest in peace,
i wouldn't have made no mistakes,
for having let go of you today.

you are the magic!

It amazes me sometimes too deep,
of how little i have desires of things to keep,
how insanely simple my soul can be,
and the only few things my eyes wishes to see.
yet there is you in my dreams,
your name that I only scream,
and the feelings you stir up inside of me,
leaves me a helpless, hopeless romantic I’d be.
i know you are the magic,
i know you are the pixie dust,
because all the love and all the lust,
you ignite in me the flames of guilt,
of wildness and pleasure in me that builts,
until i am about to explode in madness,
the madness a whisper or two it'd be,
but the storm it rages inside of me,
almost a second closer to losing i'd be.
But you are the magic,
i repeat again,
so much power over me you restrain,
and with a single puff it's gone,
all the swellings in my heart,
and all the heartstrings that you pull,
and the crazy storm in my head,
i am now the calm soul that seeks no solace.

a free bird

I am a bird,
Never meant to be caged,
I was always meant to fly,
Always meant to spread my wings,
against the strong gush of the winds,
gliding in awe,
But never on the ground.
This freedom that i seek,
the very definition of me,
the disappointing faces that i leave behind,
as i take flight,
to soar high amidst the clouds,
tasting heaven even as i breathe,
I am sorry but this bird has to fly,
I cannot be caged for far too long,
Or my wings may never spread again,
this soul may rot in chains,
so let the skies burn in flames,
i shall fly through them -i choose my fate,
but this ground below me that i see,
was never never meant for me.

:D we are all dark and evil

bugger off! you mean old man!
i asked for vengeance, you replied with love,
you make no sense, with a confused old mind,
it must stink of love, the stench i despise.
if you listened to my words, they meant for you to shine,
i offered you much hatred, wrapped in perfect demise,
if you took my hand, the world would have cried in plea,
we would have what i asked, the vengeance that I seek.
what is love and what is loving,
when you can hate and keep on hating,
i hope now your brain must rot,
your heart must bleed out all that love,
i hope now that anger runs your blood,
or else your veins may burst and rupture all that love.
you are frail old man, and dying from this love,
each thing you touch just blooms and blossoms,
be my man, and i shall teach you darkness,
because deep down we are all dark and evil we be,
oh, why is it that you just don't believe me?
see now, you shall die with the useless love you bear,
your death, i gift you and this you do not refuse.

To lavenders!

You pretty lavenders,

I heard about you eons ago,

you do not grow where I grew and wandered,

so now your seeds I sow.

Your distinct, sweet and enchanting smell,

i cannot miss- i cannot even resist,

while you waver to and fro in the breeze,

you fill my nostrils and my internals tend to freeze.

I cannot compare you to those honeysuckles,

you are tiny flowers yet you smell more divine,

and you spread your love beyond time,

that i value each little bud on your stalk.

if i dream of wonders at night,

with just a jarful of you near me-I surrender,

it surely must be heaven on earth,

to sleep in a field full of you pretty lavenders!

you know,
the uneasy feeling you feel inside,
when you are nervous,
yet these feelings you must hide?
i stop and look back at my life,
these i feel again inside,
knowing how time just flew,
how i met everyone and then i met you,
it spreads like a wildfire inside me,
and like my wings are broken and burnt,
i can never really fly back time,
to when i was happy just being with you.