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

Spindle of Anima

Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings

A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes

Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile

I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities

Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity

Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion

Trapped by the dreams which yet ever attained

Commute in the same rotation, my hope never sustained

I owe too many words and drama

Hey anima

You let yourself churned in silence

Your guts are not equal to the enthusiasm which soar

Being a fiction hermit in my own kingdom

Shall I amused by the potion of devil's words

Seems like I take a journey on a ferris wheel or a spin on merry go round

Which having the same tracks but serve a distinct point of view

A Mother's Ears

It's been fourteen months, since I hear you

I heard your first scream that suddenly stalled

Nervous voices whispered beyond the room, where I got stitches

Fears burst gently, but finally fade along with your second cries

Upon my chest, I heard you breathed

I heard your first thirst which was the signal of your hunger

I heard the tiny beat which caressed the surface of my skin

The rhythm raced with mine, and connecting our soul

My happiness still yet satisfied 

The doctor came to prevent you went home

The levels of bacteria in your blood remained high

For the first time, I heard a crack within my core

In one morning, after our morning walk routine

Not as usual, I heard you were voiceless, but your hands were shaking

I turned your face toward me, white eyes and blue lips was your answer 

You had your first seizure, I heard nothing, but shattered 

Today, I heard you giggle

Your tiny steps echoing your strength, fulfilling the room of my faith

It's been forteen months, since I hear you

I hear a new hope, I see the new you