bolts.

love.
sometimes.
it isn't really a great feeling.
at times,
it hits you deep within.
creates an electric bolt.
gives a sore.
and sometimes you have to let it go.
give it a halt.
focus on other things you've forgotten,
reconcile on lost paths.
and empty hearts and empty souls.
for only He is the one you should always turn to.

masterpiece

you sketch your own masterpiece,
emerald-green grass carpet,
pink-hued velvet skies,
yellowish-orangy sun.
white doves soaring in the breezy wind,
fluffy clouds create a serenity,
a spark of rainbow to perfect the picture.
you create your own wonder.
you're also the one who paints them off,
erasing them with a hint of white paint.
you create your own tracks
with the brush in your hands.

breeze

floating feather,
flowing river.
fragile,
beating for a while.
effortless and falling flat,
a sucker for that.

autumn leaves falling down, like pieces into place :)

blind

often we choose to be blind,
our eyes could see, but we pretend we don't.
our hearts could feel, but we pretend it doesn't.
our minds could think, but we pretend it can't.
we don't want to believe as such,
so we let our world be blinded by it.
thus, open our eyes, minds and hearts.
don't let it blind you no more.
see it through those dazzling eyes.
it's crystal clear.

subtle.

subtle,
refined,
perfect,
sweet,
well-put,
you nearly smiled.
subtleties,
blurring impossibilities,
vague impostures.
like a wind,
smooth breeze,
the comfort,
it tingles at your neck.
you nearly did not realize,
the glass it breaks,
the pouring rain,
like a knock on the window pane.

starlight

pens have ran out of ink,
leaves have dried,
flowers have stopped blossoming,
road has reached a dead-end,
rain has stopped pouring,
the sky has become bright,
time to begin a journey.