Heart Controller

“ Elegance is a form of a walk, Should always be associated With, I would say, arrogance, Indeed, only few would be Part of the upper loyal class, And it all starts from a walk, It is a must in this sick society, To distinguish us from them, For I will never make a turn If they are leeching around, Never should filth be mixed With any aristocratic human. ” A piece of art written beside A grave that is very similar To the grave lying next to it, How ironic will it be if both Repelled each other’s scent, And chose to walk a path Of agony in a diseased era, Only to realise that death Not only did it not do them Part, but also kissed fate On its cheeks removing all Forms of human elegance. Tuesday, 23 rd of June 2015

She sits in a big diner, Red roses on the walls, She orders something, Ah yes, a cold milkshake, Crushed with strawberries, Crimson for a colour, From a unique plant, It is said that it got that Particular colour from A sacred blood of a Prince drenching the Soil of a blessed forest, And today’s special Will be hers’ alone! Tuesday, 23 rd of June 2015

The time slows as we rise through a nimbus cloud Into the heavens we sing an adorable ode aloud, And as you shine like a sun and as I your reflection, And as we show the world how to live in affection, We swim freely in a universal love we share together, We draw a smile. We hold hands. We dance forever, Then you show me a wonder of your greatest form, So magical that I hold you tight, our skins so warm, And with a slight twinkle from a not-so-distant star, I gaze into your eyes thinking how dear to me you are. Monday, 22 nd of June 2015

You see into my heart every evening, And I try to get closer, To show my feeling for you, To be transparent, To be the only thing that your eyes Looks at when you enter my room, Do you know how many times Have you touched me? I do for I feel closer now than ever, And now I have the courage to Write this letter for our hearts to merge, But I do hesitate, For a valid reason, Remember when I said that You see into my heart? I fear that you’re actually daydreaming, Not appreciating my existence, Instead, you gaze into the beautiful Moon and think of someone else, But I write this confession, A piece of my heart on paper For yours to know, accept, and return. With Love, Bedroom Window Thursday, 18 th of June 2015

Imagine the wilderness arrived Suddenly at your car boot sale, How big of a space will she rent? Will she pay in our green notes? Or sacrifice her green leaves? What would she bring to sell? Will she bring empty cans of, I don’t know, beer and soda? With many useless plastic bags? Will she bring animal corpses? Suffocated in polluted waters? In fumed air? In poisoned plants? Will she create potions for couples, Not only to love, but to care and Adore her own natural beauty? Will she bring postcards sent From neighbouring wildernesses To form an excruciating poem? Thursday, 18 th of June 2015

Take me to live on a surreal landscape Carved with beauty on an oil canvas, Take me to a colourful orchestral song Where the organs numbed in wonder, Take me to mammals and flying birds, Cold-blooded reptiles and amphibians, Take me to the space filled in vacuum, Glamorous stars twinkle in constellation, Take me to a place beyond the universe, Beyond the dark and beyond lightness, Take me now to somewhere very close, Closer than your arms, eyes, and heart, Take me on a very long unique journey, Or short, shorter than your lips to mine, Take me today, tomorrow, and forever, Whenever you decide to go, take me! Saturday, 13 th of June 2015

“You arrive to confiscate my heart, You tie it around the streetlights With a thick rope as if on a leash, My heart? Leashed? Why o’ why?” Prince and princess on her night, A dazzling wedding full of flowers. “Blooming lilies hanging by your Neck, while mine rope becomes Even tighter, unable to breathe, Unable to express any emotion.” Princess pulls the rope to drag The prince on the floor enslaved. “On my wedding night treated As a worthless flesh, and her Eyes watch in great pleasure, While mine are dried in fear.” Prince and princess on his night, Preparing the bed is completed. “I might be in a circus, a clown, Where she laughs hysterically, Claps chaotically while the rope Gets tighter for the last time.” Princess unties the rope and Spits fire on the dead rapist. Thursday, 11 th of June 2015