Life was a gift full of holes,
Block and find the piece of fall,
Completely smiling outside,
Everything is falling inside.
All the signs to the one,
The stars and sights of neon lights,
Leading to the secret end,
The hall of mystery I was sent.
The river of sobber,
Always full of sorrow,
The sirens of the sounds,
We dance until the last sign.
And when the storyline ends,
Forevermore I’ll see again,
Focus to the nearby end,
But not what in the present.
The melodramatic adventures,
Swing the sides and call the robbers,
The light of night,
I’ll stand together.
Hurricanes, the ashes,
The sirens of sounds,
Needing for help,
The lifeguards were down.
The lake of secrets,
The cave of the past,
The lightning of future,
The miseries not down.
Broken
When you hold me to the grass,
We watch the sunlight pass,
All the crickets I hear,
See us lying on the ground.
And when I look into your eyes,
All the fears I always hide,
Flashes time by time,
Seeing go for the last time.
The pieces of the broken,
Tears of the forest,
Clear to the moment,
Our endless love will fade.
The mirror we see always,
One day it’s me moment,
Half of the shattered stays,
While the other left the broken way.
Seeing ourself change,
Spending with you today,
The best thing I’ll remember everyday,
To reality I’m back again.
Mirror
Reflection of myself,
Behind an admiring mirror,
Stuck in deep past,
Always on bitter
Starring stars,
The wish I want,
The moon’s light I see,
Never relief.
Sitting near the sea,
Your eyes I see,
The moonflower blooming with me,
The waves of tea.
Behind an illusion I live,
A world I loved of fantasy,
Never a story, just a glass,
I was behind a mirror of my dark past.
Opening the pathway,
Look to my present,
Shattered glass at the back,
Never I wanted to see again.
Open the door,
Seek the present
May my memories live and die,
But a future awaits on the other side.
Lost and Found
When the sun has fallen,
The moon has risen,
The street lamps started lighting up,
Nowhere to be found.
At the dark cost of misery
My words full of gibberish,
Running away from that place,
Haunts me from my old mistake.
Hide from the bins,
Crackling sounds and bliss,
I was lost from behind,
I was never found.
Reach your helping hand,
I recieve the colorful meaning of what I see,
A friend I could trust,
Opens me who I was never to be.
I run and hide from my past,
A helping hand I land,
I was lost from my past,
But now I am found from the sound.
Illusionist
Behind the inescapable appearance,
The mirrors reflecting all the lights to us,
Let them close, get it back,
Let the constellation tell who we are.
This isn’t reality,
Wake up and find the story,
How did you get here,
The illusionist, how to get back to sleep.
Everything is a dream,
A perfect simulation controlled by what we see,
This is just lucid feeling,
Never the place, where is reality?
Withered Rose
The aurora’s coming,
And the borealis’s swaying,
The cold breeze’s dominating,
Stars came out gleaming.
Day and night has passed,
No signs of your breath I find,
A single touch of your heart,
Already tore apart.
May the waves carry our dreams,
Somewhere in the world they bring,
Let the sand burry my burdens,
I’ll let your ashes flow with the wind.
As my last memories of you will stay,
But my heart will never forget,
I may be a withered rose after the drought,
But our story will be full of heart.
Farewell, mi amor,
This is the last time I will think of you,
The empyrean will never forget the adventures,
And this is my last goodbye.
Illusions
If everyone started to leave,
To stay who will it be?
If no one will believe,
Who will hear my speech?
The illusions of my dreams,
On a box in a world with ease,
No one wanted to hear,
Just speaking to the wind.
Call upon the state of grace,
The trust I simply gave,
Left alone in a deserted space,
Cobwebs all over the place.
Deck the halls but never jolly,
Twinkle twinkle, the stars aren’t shining,
The heart of self was never beating,
And everyone has started leaving.
The fears will haunt forevermore,
Myself will be there under the floor,
Hide my pace, was never embrace,
But the story will move on its place.
The illusion was real, I’m just stuck in this place.
End~
The Old Spot
When you see the old path,
Our stories we made,
The red cherry lipstick,
The gift that you made,
The tattoo of my name,
On your back,
The drawing near your waist.
When you pass the benches,
Between the birch trees,
We swing there together it seems,
You wear that favorite jacket,
The gift I gave on our anniversary,
But now it’s just a broken mirror thing.
When the smell of my perfume,
The flashbacks begin,
The first time our eyes met,
You called me again,
But now you are on our old spot,
Hoping ’til the rope is tied again.
The cry and laughter,
Memories,
All the stories that I see,
Just an empty book without a marking of me,
Call me all you want,
The damage has been done,
Eat it with your filthy mouth,
I’m not going back.
Farewell to you again,
Cutting the ties we began,
Apologies that you have made,
All of them will burn in flames,
To the old spot you are back again,
Calling, shouting my full name,
Maybe you will realize,
That I am not for you to say.
The Rain
Sitting near the window,
Tea, the book, and pillow,
Near the tree, it’s willow,
While it’s raining, the sorrow.
Cover all in my head,
Tiny droplets falling,
Raining shower,
And the folklore playing over.
Find me inner peace,
While the rain has started staying,
The coldness of the bedsheets,
Lazy me started striking.
And I’ll sleep as the rain is falling,
The dreams I have been noticing,
It’s time for my self break,
As I am near a lake.
The Moon
Dawn has set,
Cold wind is starting,
Tears are falling,
While the Moon is looking.
Problems,
Stuck in my head,
People leaving,
I’m the last staying.
No person to tell,
Everyone left,
All they respond,
‘You are just overreacting’
Riding a swing tonight,
While no one is around,
The stars shining,
Leading me to a light.
Looking back,
Leaving for now,
Thanking the Moon for listening,
Now I’m out of this madness.
My last step before leaving,
So long to my Family,
But no one really cares,
Just the moon looking.
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