Pink Horizon

Day sank in horizon of pink 

Orange, the hue that ought be shed 

For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink 

Each passage of emphasis ended beyond my black head 

Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata 

Orange, the hue that ought be shed 

I, no longer restrict the revelations in strata 

Stigma delves the latched passion which roared in fraction 

Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata 

 New world offers the meadow of satisfaction 

Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense 

Stigma delves the latched passion which roars in fraction 

Once tedium took the throne of innocence 

Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle 

Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense 

Asleep in a hush of knotty puzzle 

Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle 

Day sank in horizon of pink 

For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink

Terzanelle Form

- Y. W. -

Seductive Predator

Piqued by the aura of your gleam 

You were the hum which broke my vertical solitude 

Intruder within the interlude of my vacancy 

Through refractions of your eyes, you pulled me in 

The wild scents wrap you in silent threat 

In no time you possess me through your alluring kiss 

I feel the rhythm of my beat, which melting in enigmatic bliss 

Manipulated by your shifty flexibility, you stole my universe 

Moreover my sanity

Still under your spell, I draw the curiosity 

I let my self fall as a feather blown by the wind 

You are a natural sedative beneath my subconsciousness 

An antidote for my heart, but a toxic to my brain 

- Y. W. -

Inspired by the quote of

"ALLYWALLY94" 

An 18 years old female poet who I met in instagram

"He was poison. You were my antidote." 

Ends to Embark

Implied from the way you play on cues 

Agitation melted through your exquisite muse 

Seek for the bias of obsolescence 

Here I am, your past luminescence 

The palate of my soul was longed for your latitude 

Stardust sent as the boisterous glimmers above the black wings of my altitude 

Admiration reverberates through our rhymes 

Stolen implicitly from the vibration of our lines 

Flowered hill 

Meadow of our thrill 

Butterflies were we 

Together collaborated in a whisper of glee 

I live as a chanter of black rose 

And you are a shadow of living prose 

We are like we no more 

As we are stalled and closed our linking door 

We are questioned by our lost 

We are disguised in a crescent light accost 

Encrypted through the echoes of longing 

We are the omen of the beginning

- Y. W -

Remained Tone

As Time Breakeven