Rapture (Chasing Kites)

You are searching, hope may keep you warm for a while.
You are wondering how many moons have passed
In the shadows of the leaves, under the sun.
Sparkles of gold ideas digging holes in the clouds of a blue sky, in the speed of sound.
A few miles away a bright smile waving hands, but not in a goodbye.
The sweet taste of sugar in the lips.
The vanilla scent freed you from the maze you stumbled upon
Guiding you back home.

--Lazuli--

Because every book has a last page.

Dress

They told him not go out by the night,
But he did anyway.
The streets were bright with the happy faces,
Where were the monsters they told him to be afraid of?
And then she spotted her,
Her pale skin was shining like the full moon.
The red dress sparkled, a design so perfectly tailored, she fitted perfectly.
Her eyes were gloomy like the narrow passages as she danced with her shadow.
The night was a newborn child that thought it could be immortal,
But it died with the sunrise…

Skull

Seven years of bad luck digging holes on his knees
Ten thousand times worst than a bee sting
Ten thousand times less sincere
Growing branches of misery from a small seed
Thousand of memories entangled on bruised wings.
The root of all sorrow that collapsed bones and minds
A blank space once filled with aesthetic tones
Filled with dead voices singing out of tune
Failing to hide a scar that will never leave.

Ash Tradition

He lit the fire in front of him and saw the flames dancing with the southern wind, warming his shivering hands
At the end of the sunset the tide was turning furiously, swallowing the beach and everything in the between.
The scenario seemed to fit his mood, but truly, he was completely at ease. Breathing every salty breath he could with pleasure.
He spit his pride and burned his thoughts, he just left his house, where all the flowers withered before they could even bloom and never looked back.
A wild spirit lonely waiting for the day to end and take his old fake glory mask with the waves.
Longing for an ending for the misery that kept bugging under his skin.
It all seemed so simple, all the footprints were erased and all that was left was the ashes from that campfire.

Mindless Arousal

Warm dim light, empty veins
A sweet role playing game of the master and the slave
The restless bondage
A little foreplay.
Lips are for biting
Skins are for crawling
Velvet feelings in the gutter
There’s champagne in the crystal
A little violence to feel it right
A dose of lust in eyes to see no harm
Covered eyes can’t wait for the surprise

Sailor I

The room had four walls and two doors,
He faced the streets only at the midnight
The clothes were long and dark, walking around the avenue below the stars
Like a blur.
The pavement was wet, puddles everywhere
Between the silence and the whispered conversations, he made his way down.
He would return before daylight, avoiding and forgetting the faces he met on the way.
They never meant a thing, this place never meant a thing.
Soon he was to be gone again, fading away with the night breeze.