Into the Darkness

Into the darkness I disappear
Amidst a rumbling storm
There is
No light that shines on me.

Into the blackness I disappear so
With the steps I've never taken before,

Silently,

Passionately.

With every step knowing its place
My mind is doubtless
I drop the pen from my hand
The last ever spot of ink on my fingertip,

And here I go
Into the darkness.

Tree of Illusion

Darkness is here.
The old tree still blooms outside,
Shedding its petals away in the wind.
The land is covered
With heaps of its tears
I wonder if there really
is a hard ground underneath.
If I step on them, wouldn't I
fall into a pool of paperly petals?

The darkness was here,
and I have become it.
I can't remember if I have always been a part
Or not.
Through the big old-fashioned window
I see an old tree
It seems very full of life
But I wonder if it's alive.
The darkness here is an absolute one,
turning smallest resemblance of life
into a full illusion.
The world out there
(If I step outside)
Might be as dark as in here
Or simply be a wicked painting
which stood there over the years
But was forgotten what it had looked like.

Title not yet decided...

We are born

But even before we are

We are taught

To deviate from the true way

To be put into boxes

Smaller than the cradle

Where we squirm our body

To find the our space,

But we never do.

Then the edges are cut like jellies

To perfectly fit the frame

Round here, ‘round there

But after the bone-cutting hard work,

The picture looks awkward,

With perfect smile and sad eyes.

Something’s not right

There's one thing missing-

You?

We are born the natural, natural way

But things don’t stay that way

The books tell us to change

But the glances shudder us from

Following our heart

The voices say, “books are virtuous”

But the guts stand in front of the iron gate

Then, we take our lifetime

To break out of the box

And live the already-meant-to-be,

The natural, natural way.