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Love Love is a matter of life and death
it's about getting into a war zone
a cold and horrible one
weaponless
not even a shield of pride

it's about giving your life willingly
to an unknown tomorrow
hoping to win
or maybe lose honorably
then shatter away
beautifully

crushed
but still
I'm in love.
Would you give something Two puny little humans, got hearts so big
Larger than the world
Ripe and ready, red and lovey

They encountered accidentally
Blushed their rosy cheeks
Too shy to tell, too scared to fell
For they knew pain, and they're all brain
Yet lonely, unhappy, still longing for something
At night to the morning, their hearts bleeding

...
Vermouth Staccato. He's purposeless. Cares about nothing. Sitting there idly. Scribbling , seriously. Alone in the deafening silence as he scracth harder and harder. Making a sharp noise on the blank white paper. No noise can bring him back to the real world. Real? How could anyone be so sure that what they think real is real? They need to think harder, he thought. He knows what's going on. He's not blind nor deaf. He simply doesn't care. It hurts to care. It hurts too much. So much that it feels like nothing. Just plain emptiness. He keeps scribbling, staring at his scribble. The blank white sheet is now covered by darkness. But he doesn't care. Black and whit
Otoko Took off the earrings, I'm gazing up high. Moon is no longer there.
There's only that morning sunshine. Blinding my sight.
A sweat dropped onto the ground.
The faeries had flown. As the silent flowers fade. They've all gone.
To the land I've never seen. To the place I've never been.

The pain is cutting my hair down, while I see it bleed from every strand.
I'm pale, naked, bleeding, and feeling so alive.
It's just me now. It'd always been. Alone, surviving, me.
No matter how hard I'm beaten down.

I'm a man.
Dream: Mimpi I'm looking for a dream.
A dream, just one dream.
How I want to dream.
But I'm too weary.

Years, months, weeks.
Long has they been to me.
Blood has been washed away.
And my head starts to ache.

Boredom, tiredness, anger, ambition, lust.
Are they dreams?
Do humans still remember how to dream?
I don't.

I forgot the way to dream.
They've killed dream.
Teared apart till the blood spurted out.
Bitten, chewed, and swallowed completely that dream.
And now the dream is missing.

They've stolen dream!
There's no more dream!
Leaving the heart aching like head.
Even achier, even wearier.
And alone.

How I want to dream again.

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Godly. I think the beauty of life lies in the things that we can't control.

Maybe you passed by a weirdly charming stranger on your way to work, while doing your usuals. As some would call it a chaos in what you have prepared and lived in a very orderly fashion. A drop of poison to the fountain of drinking water. A lone flower that blooms in the middle of grassy meadow. Or beautiful small lights that you can see shining quite far away as you were sitting with someone's husband who you eventually help getting a divorce to his dysfunctional gay marriage.

I am starting to get confused about what love really is.

Can someone love you while they are soGodly. by ~lucifism
Love in The Backpocket ....
Handcuffed, the officer stared at me fiercely and grumbled. We both sat facing each other in the interrogation room like that you watched in movies.

Do you even know how much destruction you have caused by blowing up the laundry place? The loss and the trauma you caused and the conspiracy created all over the country. People are now talking about this matter and question of the motives for this terrorism act you have done.

But I didn't do it.

Then what? The place blew itself up?

Well, it's quite a long story if only you'd listen to it...

The officer mumbled, but kept listening.

It started on one day when I met Love...

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It was oLove in The Backpocket by ~lucifism
The Blood on My Bed I'm seeing it again. It's not a him or her, but it. Darkness, it's difficult to describe the chill it brought into the room when it comes. Everything would suddenly fades to black and white, rusted, cold, and lost the charm that it used to have.

It could jump, run, crawling on the wall. It follows me around, letting out deafening screeches in silence. The kind of sound you don't hear, but you can feel. It grabs onto my legs. Trying to pull me down all the time. It walks behind me wherever I go. Sitting at the back of  the car as I drive and stares at me all the time.

And tonight, it came. Aiming for a fresh flesh at my very core. Showing itThe Blood on My Bed by ~lucifism
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