Silence; the way crescent moon sets, unlike the sun;

That yellow and glow, but not too showy; I know,

Beauty comes in different lights, and our attitudes are the clouds who see.

But our demeanor, we get to choose.

#ts #nss

Despite a decade destroyed, when they met, at a hit-or-miss marketplace, he had to have undivided soft eyes for hers. "Eyes do not lie," he had gotten wind, "and maybe love as well, and it neither dies, as a token of its truth."

She had not changed. She had sprung up to be a woman, with the same undocumented experience of annoyance and teasing.

There was unusualness, nevertheless old, about their talking just earlier, their greeting, the quick interchange of thought. It was something about nerves, about question, and the wait of curiosity. There was something unsaid between them, and it seemed all to confirm that the time was now, or never. Now, or never.

Forthwith, he remembered in a strident strike of thought, a free verse he had thought quite deep about, until it wouldn't resonate:

(But my, have the gardens missed you,

A thorn every year the flowers aren't picked.

— I said I would wait.)

And now as resonance became the scent of elegance, he had to speak lower, as low as clannish intimacy:

"There's something in your persuasion, there's something in your eyes."

She almost rolled them over, as if to try and look at them, but then quickly realizing both it's impossibility, and the weirdness it would suffice. Still, she got dominated by the beauty of embarrassment and self-laughter, and most, she knew how to blend in.

"Is it something you know?" She puzzled.

"I wonder who planted it in there, and I'm so sorry you must've lived with it forever."

She began to bloom, like a blossom in the mud of spring, and he, he saw vino, yet, wine in a crystal.

"I think you did," widening her beam with childish flirt, "and voir, I've accepted it."

She rippled, but he only simpered.

They had gotten closer— Him sited on the concreted slub, but high enough, and her, standing, the meandering of air making him notice her natural hair, and her waist, unhidden from the cover of her frock.

He grabbed her chin without realizing, and while the world was busy soaking into all pity— his, and not his, he rusted,

"Venez ici, fleur,

Unravel me."


#ts #st #cont

There's a skin,
at the nethermost
of my skin.

It hankers,
to touch something
very much unseen.

My wish was
to just implode,
and varnish
into a lost night,

Until I realized,
everyone has a skin
from which they
cannot escape,

And at one time
we all implode,
but nothing more.

#ts #nss

Six thirty two pms
She'd slide thru my DM.

Hey honey, are you there?
And my heart would go out.

Friends do not sit that close.
Sometimes, she says, they do.

Some thoughts befit mayhem
But not her eyes, and her.

A day goes, and a night,
But she, with winds forgoes.

#ts #tftos

And so the heart aches before you make it bleed?

A closed page for every single time I try to love your flaws.

—How quickly do blue skies forget the night.

#ts #nss #fg

A kite falls, a flower dries,
But the rain is always tender.

Autumn through winters,
I wish I had painted you better.

But my, do the planets adore you.

A vector of glow and light
everytime an eye is opened.

—I said I'd read the world to you.

#ts #btf #je

Dazzling worm of rubber,
glitter, glittery and grenduer;

Fun, fun skiing on crud,
What's gold, if unbound.

#ts #nss

The way moon waxes,
Andante, though relentless,

As if to make promises
And I admit I am convinced,
That she'll be full forever,

I'm happy she's mine forever.

But then she wanes,
Andante, and unforgiving,

As though making promises
And I admit I'm convinced,
That she'll be gone forever.

I must inherit her temperament,

And withal wait for another moon.

#ts #pgnt #fg #je

The sun is at peace,
The skyline with the sea;

The moon is lost,
A village with the oranges;

A little star shimmers,
The clouds with a black grey;

The rodents are buried,
A cat meows, an owl falls;

Who's gonna feed us love,
When all the lights are gone?

#ts #cn

C'iest l'avie.

Some bonds break because they never were.

#ts #nss

A twinkling star lost in an ocean, an ocean of haunted stories.

There's zero beauty, there's nil applause to her loneliness.

#ts #h

You meant so well.

#clv #ts

And you said,
Tell me where it hurts, love

And I went too into the ocean,
And I was washed away to the coast.

I touched the gold of sun,
And dreamt about a full moon

And I said,

I don't know, love,
I am just lost and befuddled.

#ts #je

The manner the moon
And sun beam,
Nevertheless all different,
They must adore us all,
Simply, but resolutely,
The way rain showers
A flowerbed.

#ts #nss #r

You part of us,
You a breath.

You good ol' buss,
You a death.

#ts #je #clv

This is for the history
that I've had with love
This is for the history
that I've had with scars

This is for the growth
that has been a part of me
This is for the growth
whose aim's to find the sky

This is for a story
told only by the sun
This is for a story
of the one that never let go

This is for a silent cry
This is for a lost journey
This is for the one neglected

#ts #nss

Life eats you
Like a loaf
of sliced bread.

You a sacrifice,
A thought, a slice

What a slow
way to die,
Thought after slice
after breath.

#ts #pgnt

When the sun downs & fades,
who is there to remember?

When the sky with rain is grey,
who then blues your October?

Who untangles the skyline,
when night unfolds into basalt?

Who's there at the baseline,
who pencils what a star exalts?

#ts #ssn #nss

Every sight an early morning
Every sight a dew for mourning
Every road a clear clean stream
Every drop a soothing sight
Every human wants a day
That rains

Every step a pencil of care
Every step a shade of crystal
Every blur close to mist
Every dead night missed
Every human wants a day
That rains

Every sound a seep of silence
Every silence a snack of calm
Every breath a year that ebbs
Every thought nostalgia
Every human wants a day
That rains

Every flower that springs
Every moisture a window brings
Every said word unheard
Every tear that's not coming
Every human wants a day
That rains

Every gaze a paradise
Every gaze a lonely place
Every broken soul spattering
Every loved soul sputtering
Every human wants a day
That rains

Every flurry a squirm of time
Every one a leaf that greens
Every drop that confects
Every window that kisses back
Every human wants a day
That rains

Every day a life that goes
Every day I know, I know
Every sun all with sadness fades
Every human wants a day
That rains

#ts #r