Hope.

Somewhere safer,
where walking alone feels free
not feared.
Somewhere brighter,
where darkness is a gift,
not horror.
Where your heels make music,
not noise.
Where your tiara means royalty,
not adultery.
Where love makes sense,
and so do you.
Where sexuality expressed is power,
not a license to rape.
Where liberation is a state,
not just a word.
But who am I to speak?

Just a girl!

Yeah, where a girl is not 'just'.

Angels in bed.

The flooded sky chose me for the rain
Let it pour its veins for death,
Its flesh for my dress,
But angels don’t die of happiness
The curse of heaven is dead,
So is the lady in bed.
Her world is still, speechless
But angels tend to die of happiness.

Story of the little sunshine
That lighted up your muse,
You told me I was the color red
And you the most beautiful canvas in the blue
I could light you up,
You told me I was the gleam in you
I stayed true to my shade,
But you wanted green and yellow too.

A sad song

I was there with a behemoth,

with adoration in my thorny palm

like a beast,
it kissed away my zest

and left me cold.
Left me falling,
left me wrecked.
There I was with an angel,
an innocence within the power

The gleam and glitter

Of curves of death

And symphony of life,

It left me singing

A sad song.

I remember,

my escape on gloomy poetry,

the sick melancholy,

and senseless tears,

you're a thief;

you abducted the passion,

and my desire

for ultimate despair.

A Saturday morning #lion

The yellow light that fondled your skin,
Your shine could overshadow it, it did babe
The cuddle of your fingers and peck of your nails,
The rivalry between my skin and the gloves that got in the way
Did you see me baby?
Powerless and fragile,
For the charm that you posses
And the mind that got me fevered meanwhile!

The tale of autumn. #lion

For the candle that he lit in my heart, i can burn every piece of me.
For the life that he bought for me, i can live
It was autumn, the power he had in me was on fire
the dancing angels had just changed their moves.....and I call it love.

#lion

Staring at the other half that didn't shine tonight,

I think of you

You must be hiding all these years,

like the moon hides in the blue.

You must be in the petals of the rose,

You must be the unsung song

the pain I carried all these years,

you are the drug that healed those all.

#lion

Any river that hustles like wind,

you are the demon above that

Any lion greedy to devour his prey,

You gobbled me up finer from the start