Fairy's Bow

I hope these whispers in my head stop.

Rapidly crushing

She held my tongue in a vice

Pulling the strings to a cupid's bow 🏹

But her aim🎯 is far from my heart❤️.

Petal plucking played

She hears my voice in a dilemma

Calling and un-calling shots

Drunken on enchanting rum

She pours unceasingly.

Trouble tumbling thoughts

Charmed to the fairy's flute

My feet crush at her heels

Seeking to quench the blazing char

Plastered upon my throat.

Trance Shoes 👟 👟

I gotta a story for you

Hope you won't break

When the ink starts dripping from my fingers

As my thoughts collude with the moon

To bring the best

Out of the muse,

you've been in my diurnal reverie

Dashing into my soul into drey nesting

Held at infancy hello.

You drenched my soul

To forbidden fairytale sip

Dressing my thoughts

To a wedding buffet

Robbing my reason

To a chaotic collision

Drowning my light

In an ignition bid

From a snap of your embrace.

Delirium Bower

I...

I gotta ask you

How do you do it?

As every time, you leave me hanging

Chasing a tale I fear to tell

Even when the ink has already told the tale

I cut myself to speak of it again

thoughts brindled with words unsaid.

Yet I...

I gotta ask again

How am I?

A shade upon your canvas

Left in a delirium cause of delight

Divided upon penning wisdom Devine

Right into corridors of fear correction

Sacred scared to pin divinity,

onto your written consent.

Where I...

I gotta ask you again

Why do you draw all my elements to shame?

shading tears hoping the rain to cover the pain

Yet heart reigned upon a pleading chase

Checkmated with fading pleasure chess

Guilt filtered with begging sorrow sorry's

Unhinged to your tongue bitter pleasures.

Where I...

I gotta ask again

Before the bower of guilt, consumes me whole again

Why do you..?

always have a hold on me

Choking the very existence,

of my innocent thoughts into debt.

polluting my mind into whispering all shades of dirt

Yet denying me, a chance to shade your canvas.

Stained Reflections

In the jaws of hell,

Sliding into oblivion,

Seeking salvation from empty pubs,

Bottles preaching blissful truth,

Yet in sad letters, we deliver our sermon.

Blurred by unknown elements,

Sipped in frowning tears,

We sought doors of happiness,

Rat-infested in winding courts of opinions,

Misstepping joyous creation,

Soaked in waning hope,

Memories haunting,

We fold to the idea of the sun.

Petals drenched,

We dug out our purpose in affection,

Dancing upon the sheets of unmerciful innocence,

Screams held by the heavens' curse,

Sin bound in unspoken fantasy.

Fading whelps shouting in corridors,

Panting truth shades imprinted on bed lamps,

Bloodstained in deeds of angels,

Fallen in marital bliss yearning.