Strawberries and Mint

Seeing your face, I want to kiss you,

Thinking of you, I want to hold you,
Really... Is this what I want?
All the time, I stare at you,
Waiting for the one day,
Be it a thousand nights, I will still wait.
Each time I look into your eyes,
Rivers of emotions swell up within me,
Reaching into the depths of my heart,
In time, it eventually leaves a mark.
Everytime I want you near,
Separation draws closer.

All this time.
No, not this time.

Death is never the answer.

May your day be filled with happiness,

I may be lonely but I can wait,

Not an hour, nor a day,
Time and time again, shall I await.

Like straberries and mint,

You're like a breath of fresh air to me.

Always. To the end.

You're my mint,

And I'm you strawberry.

Hatred

Seeing, watching through the eyes of people,
The people I love whom I now hate.

They sent me their feelings,
All their jumbled emotions.

I hate them all, I want to be alone,
Don't they understand that I'm afraid of rejection?

I wonder why... Why is it always me?
The one who forever will be hated.

Online or not, I am hated by many,
I think that I would be better off dead.

Of all the Sins that I have committed,
Send me to hell to be burned for eternity.

I hate this life and all those in it.
But the one who I love with all my limit.

Wayward Storm

Blowing wind and blistering cold,
Locks unto a poor soul in the field,
Inching closer to death, he barely says a word,
Zeroing in on the time of passing,
Zeroing in on the the sanctuary of clouds,
A lone tree stands, made of ice,
Reaching for it, his life stayed true,
Death had to wait, he had found... Salvation.


Death is not always Salvation as some might say. When you have a choice between life and death, life will always be victorious.

Crater of Revolution

The world stopped, as the meteor came,
All stared in awe, of the mighty rock,
As everyone began to panic, one person stood still,
He knew that this world would eventually end,
He stared at the heavens, as if accepting his fate,
Waiting for it to obliterate the Earth,
It did not come, as he had hoped,
Time stood still, as if waiting,
He knew, at the moment everyone was ready,
There would a crater, where he was standing,
A crater of hope, life and of course, revolution.


Sometimes, we all need a venue to express our hidden feelings. In some way. This is my sanctuary. My private escape and most importantly, my crater of solitude. The 4th R.