the
sky river
flow
blueberry blue
this
heaven
that
we know

The cosmos are deaf,
and mute, too.

We are the beings
who strut about
muttering words
we turn into stories.

We then call these tales
our lives and blame
them on the cosmos.

The cosmos can't hear
our pathetic laments
and wouldn't care
if it could.

It is too busy
just being the cosmos.

  ~mce

night
cleave
her soul
unto
the
relationship
between
light
and
dark
the
duality of
the soul

She can find her way
Because she never gave up
Always believed in herself
She rose to the top
There is clear cut confidence
Willing to broaden her mind
She will excel in everything
And keep it all in line

25th june
i didn't know what i was up for
did i know that 4 months later
i'd end up in a state
where sleep was my only escape

you invade my every thought
my every moment
my every second
and yet i barely even
cross your mind

and though i know
what i am up for
i am always taken
by surprise
by these unwanted feelings

your fourth conquest
and you barely know two
and here i am
holding my heart out to you
i told you about yourself
and you said
"these are the kinds of love you need to avoid"
and i told you otherwise
but i guess no one knows one much more than himself

Under the blue sky
Sitting by the sea side
Across the sea, setting sun
I have had you on my arm.

Around the open sky
Blowing the cool wind
Seeing the homeward birds
There were only two of us.

The waves were flowing
Waters were forth gushing
As the sea was deep
We were so in love and lips.

Still now all things remained similar
Only we have separated and dissimilar