Terminal

You are breathing,
as the weed blooms inside.
Your heart keeps beating,
as the treatment is applied.

Cutting the roots is no option,
its dark veins cannot be killed.

You can only remain cautious,

as your body attempts to rebuild.

Perhaps you’re simply waiting,
for wings to burst on your back.
While the weed is dominating,
while it paints your skin lilac.

Why do I always grab the knife,
while you dread the thin flat line?
You’re fighting so hard for your life,

and all I do is try to end mine.

You are breathing,
but not for much longer.
Your heart is beating,
but the weed is growing stronger.

And so, every sunrise is a blessing,
though we may label it dutiful.
For us, it is considered depressing,
but for you, life is beautiful.

Running on Air

How are you doing that?
You look as light as a feather.
Is that where your new place is at?
Do you like it up there better?
Have you become winds in late hours,
Sending shivers down my spine?
Or maybe that white blooming flower,
Whose beauty I cannot define?
Perhaps you’re a star in the night sky,
A star whose light won’t cease.
Almost like my least favourite goodbye;
Almost like my only missing piece.
Maybe you’re the only warm home,
When it’s freezingly cold outside.
Like a safe space I can roam,
The only place where I can hide.
Have you turned into the coastline,
Before the showers finally let go?
Or have you become the sunshine,
That instead creates a rainbow?
You’ll never answer these things,
Despite appearing everywhere.
But maybe one day I’ll grow wings,
To run along you on this air.

Circle of Life

this is really it

this is all that life is

I’m growing older bit by bit

I won’t awake to a magical kiss

I’ll just breathe as time flies

and that’s all it will ever be

life has no hidden surprise

no fantasy where I’m free

I won’t suddenly gain powers

I’ll be lost but never found

the only time I’ll receive flowers

is when I’m resting underground

my one shot at consciousness

is spent on dreadful events

I will never reach success

I won’t even pay my rents

because this is really it

this is all my life will be

I’ll keep abusing my wrist

in quiet and drab misery

but I’m hoping for the day

where my food tastes like magic

a day that isn’t all just gray

because maybe life isn’t so tragic

things might not go my way

but I’m happy every now and then

so now I’m hoping for that day

I fall in love with life again

You

You showed me what life was worth.

You showed me the way to love.

You made me fall in love with earth.

You became my life’s white dove.

You promised to not break my heart.

You told me that you loved me more.

You helped me when I fell apart.

You picked up my pieces from the floor.

You wanted me when my parents didn’t.

You knew the problems in my brain.

You never had to keep me hidden.

You always helped me ease the pain.

You promised never to leave my side.

You promised I would be your bride.

You kissed my tears whenever I cried.

You made me feel so happy inside.

But you also lied.

Hello

Hello new friends being nursed,

I’m truly sorry for being late.

This consultation is my very first,

I’m so grateful to participate.

Though I have to start by declaring,

I might be your most difficult patient.

Countless of cops are despairing,

Since looking through my basement.

It’s not a sight you’d want to see,

Not the nicest place to intrude.

But I swear you can still trust me,

Even with my paranoid attitude.

Hello Doctor Millie Mark,

Would you like to spend a penny?

There is a fountain in the new park,

I’ll meet you there after getting Jenny.

Then we can all play in the shed,

You can brush Jenny’s long hair.

I might let you peek under my bed,

If you promise not to run anywhere.

After seeing what’s portraying,

Don’t you dare to go off dishing.

Did you notice, when we were playing,

That Jenny’s body had been missing?

Hello all my fellow peeps,

Please don’t say I’m collecting heads.

It always gives my doctor the creeps,

I’ll be forced to take my stupid meds.

The only thing that helps me cope,

Is my friend Ann giving me hope.

But Ann hasn’t moved for a week,

Her body is now my precious antique.

My brand new spatula is her feet,

And her lean torso is my warm sheet.

She wanted to model, so I take her pics,

Then I use her fingers as my chopsticks.

Hello my old teachers,

I know you think I’m cruel.

I can read it on your features,

Guess I’ll shoot up the whole school.

But I’ll take Edward’s body home,

And keep him as my own treasure.

His brown hair, I'll gently comb,

Before putting him in my dresser.

I’ll take his organs out for dinner,

Stir the mixture to be thinner.

Then I’ll demonstrate disaster,

Soon you’ll all call me your master.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Down the path it will tiptoe

Turn your knob and come inside

Through your room, its feet will glide

Sneaking towards you in bed

Staring at you playing dead

Corners slowly creeping up

Leaning down for a closeup

Suddenly, it all falls down

Your room turns into a playground

So breaking the facade is close

Making you feel oddly gross

But eeny, meeny, miny, moe

This is how life works, you know

Just move on and let it go

You eeny, meeny, miny, hoe

An Incomplete Wish

I never imagined I'd survive when you left

but I’ve learned there’s more to life than just death

and though my arms still long to touch your neck

I manage with the memories of your silhouette

now growing loud is the echo of my heart

unaccompanied in these firm layers of dreams

and despite wishing I could trigger your echos start

I’m aware a wish is never as good as it seems

so among the baggage of never-ending pain

I seek a solution to block the heavy rain

with drops characterized by clouds of residue

occurring the moment I blindly fell askew

the moment I fell for the sneak preview

and the moment I fell in love with you

Healing

As the shade of snow that has yet to melt,

I go on with my feelings unspoken.

Tell me, are there words sufficiently heartfelt,

For me to terminate my unfinished devotion?

Every part of you has lost its tomorrow,

Alongside me remains a weakened glow.

Your energy is free and mindlessly roaming,

Verifying that the mourning keeps growing.

As a vile spell that has yet to break,

I still possess this substantial gown.

Someone tell me what kind of peculiar flake,

I am to search for in a snow-filled town.

Moments where frosty tears would've shed,

Are replaced as they freeze beneath the sky.

They remain concealed among my dread,

And in warmth, pass the borders of my eye.

The two people, always together with glory,

Have now dramatically been torn apart.

And that is all there is to this story,

Not every tale is created with art.

But despite not being able to see you off,

I have seeked medication for the cough.

And once I have successfully treated my flu,

I will manage to live my life without you.