holiday (thank fuck)

Frigid wind passing through
overlapping layers of damp laundry.
Fake curtains for a temporary room.
God bless these rainy mountains,
I don't mind if I'm buried here.

Sighs won't stop this bed from getting colder.
Stares won't hide those dust coated books.
Worries won't finish these never started tasks.
And all we ask for is more sleep,
and more strength to stay awake.
Maybe a bit more time to waste?
If death sneaks in between thunder and lightning,
would it be for the worst or the best?

God bless these rainy mountains,
I really don't mind if I'm buried here.

mothers always cry

Mothers always cry when we told them
about bad things their kid had done.
And the lies their kid had told them
make their cries even louder.

Such soft being wasn’t meant to be here.
This is no place to be all-motherly.
In this dump truck to hell
where excrement are melting ice cream,
sweet flesh and gold bathtubs
tempting, breaking even the holiest of heart.
What do you expect?

Lies are made for you, for us
to have breakfast with you with no shame,
to knock on your door and still call you mother,
while feeding the dogs inside us
with guilt and more mistakes.
But what do mothers know? Other than truth
that is long gone.

Failed to see through tales we crafted
and never know that this kid
that come out of them is pure shit,
pure mockery to God's design
of hypothetically more clever apes.

Devil's firewood kicking in your womb

for nine wasted months.
But what does a mother know? Other than giving birth
to a liar
who never wrote this.

are we there yet?

Inches are now miles.

Days are now years.

Two roads are now made one,

and destinations are set

for as long as our fingers are intertwined.

Aim for the furthest you say.

Shoot for the brightest star.

Doesn't matter how severe

my worries leave me sleepless,

wrecked and dying, you'll serenade me

with tales from a better life.

"It's okay,"

"It's allright,"

"We'll make it through no matter what,"

But will you ever let go? I won't.

For everyone knows

how my feet are stronger

when I walk beside you.

How my stride are more swift,

and my smile are more sincere.

For everyone knows

how easily you rip the pages,

and rewrite me line by line.

I am your masterpiece.

I am your companion.

I am yours.

Sing me a song my dear,

tell me stories that I will remember

promises we will keep forever

mountains we will both conquer

shores we'll swim together

stars we'll die under.