For Lust of Judgment

Dwelling into the eyes of he who do not understand
My feet are rooted on the palm of his hand
Innocently looking into the soul that is in thirst
For the kiss that he drank, for that kiss I called first

Although I myself cannot decipher until now
The code behind his misleading vow
Promises that were spoken but was never there
Dissolved, vanished into these selfish air

Finding life into the scent of his exhales
Looking forward to reading those untouched mails
Words and letters he insist were sent
Though I held nothing; I never knew what he meant


Behind my vices that softly threatens
The old self I loved, the old self that ripens
Into rotting hopes that I have left
Forcing me to dig into lifeless; until death

And here I am standing in front of him
Begging: aware that he stopped remembering
No matter how judgments question my strength
I will never give up to the time that tests length

Here I am holding those petals blended with thorns
Gripping them tightly as white petals turn to bloody rose
With his ears closed from hearing most hurtful mourns
To give me my shattered rose's binding stem; he oppose

Those lurking looks of judgments I tried to bear
Just to be with him I did not seem to care
With anything or anyone else aside from both of us
Never knew that the thing which will tear us apart was lust

For the lust of judgment I failed to taste,
Here I am, stranded: a sentence I must face

Seduction of the Labyrinth

I miss no particular person, but I do miss a particular feeling;

a feeling that gives life to random 
thoughts I want to live,

a feeling that lifts you to the routine 
that this limited life could offer

a feeling that transcends you 
to the conventional

a feeling that recites the incantations 
that your heart desires

a feeling of longing, 
a feeling of holding on, 
a feeling of immortalizing

the intangible things you want to hold onto.

I want to escape together with the feeling

of being free,
of being infinite,
of being done with all the shackles,
of letting go,
of letting life let me go. . .

I want to fly.
Not to the extent of having literal wings . . .
I just want to fly.
just fly.

I want to be with the smoke; simply dissolves in thin air,
all its presence,
all its beauty,
all its sophistication. . .

It just fades away, unnoticed, forgotten.

Clueless and lost.

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