how can i not stop to see you, your hair sparkles like sunshine on clear water. i think i hear you reciting stories of kings and the psalms on your miradors. but i never see your lips move, in the garden of the orange trees.
created with my poetry dog tags kit (and is currently worn)
RETURN TO (UN)INNOCENCE
trying to form beautiful phrases amidst the roaring sounds of the moving taxi and the raindrops outside.
and my lips begin to chap.
i am angry.
you should’ve asked for guidance.
you are a fool.
my chapped lips begin to quiver.
the taxi stroll further to the breezy fog.
like an airplane.
but it is useless.
my quivering lips begin to tremble.
i hate you.
i don’t deserve to be like this.
getting less when i pay for more.
my trembling lips are entirely chapped.
failing to form beautiful phrases amidst the roaring sounds of the moving taxi and the raindrops outside.
elected as “Poem of the Day” on pathetic.org before my account got suspended :p
tonight, i 
i am hisses
and i leave you