deep within......

There at her corner she stays,
loneliness as her companion,
finding comfort in darkness,
seeking protection by isolation,
how else can sanctuary be obtained?

Seas of starlight,
beams of moonlight,
a spectrum of nameless exotic colors,
her personal paradise,
shared to no one,
and anyone that bothers to see.

Hidden behind queerness,
lies her eagerness,
to not be understood,
and to not be misunderstood.

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Snowflakes on the tip of my nose,
hands in pockets away from the cold,
mysterious understandings left to the unknown,
confusing feelings that only i know.

just a little rag doll...

i know it's a bit lousy, my brain and thoughts was in a mess when i typed this. If you don't like it then TOO BAD!!~

just a little rag doll,
abandoned on the ground,
torn, soiled, broken and stained,
eternity would never know her name.

just a young angel,
soaring in the sky,
pure with thoughts that would never lie,
filled with thoughtfulness that would never die.

just a dirty rag doll the had angel picked up,
and mended her heart, her limbs, her soul,
and all her broken and soiled memories,
listened to her silent cries and invisible callings.

just a small fragile rag doll,
never up to par towards the angel,
yet treated as an equal,
and embraced with love.

just a torn rag doll,
shedding a tear,
blessed whenever the angel appears,
never seeing so clear.

both met by chance,
offering no second glance,
getting closer as fate does her dance,
never thinking of advancing in romance.

random thoughts on a rainy day...

Deep soulful words hidden in whispers,
within soft wet tears of the sky,
hanging at the edge of a kittens whiskers,
just to drop and die.

Melodious symphonies admired with blood red roses,
secret letters mailed with lovely purple violets,
with honey and green four-leafed clovers,
and intentions as pure as white lilies.

desperately in need of air,
longingly in need of care,
outstandingly in need of emotions,
hoping not for the need of solutions.

only one, or maybe none at all...

I look up to see,
two black butterflies right above me,
depressing as though it may seem,
i can't help but compare or -- so it seems.

Each symbolizing different persona's,
each with a different agenda,
evenly matched with an equal amount of love,
though by different soulful colors.

One like a brother,
only calmer,
at times childish but yet always caring,
patient and fun-loving,
at times wise in thinking,
however,
just much loved like family.

Another crushed,
all by shy memories,
filled by awkwardness,
overwhelmed with feelings like the taste of chocolate-
that is poured over a blood diamond,
covered by mysteries of affection-
buried deep within both's hearts.

both black butterflies flying in a confusing pattern,
flying higher and higher until seen no longer,
will anyone return long after?
Or will both perish-
irritated by one's selfish desires?