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Lemonade, Licorice

Lemonade, licorice

Make me a promise

Of stars and sunlight

And neverland night

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Lemonade, licorice

Make me a promise

Of candy and kisses

And maiden misses

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Lemonade, licorice

Make me a promise

In daisies and decay

And cloud-floss clay

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Lemonade, licorice

Make me a promise

For twists and tears

And floral-blue fear

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Lemonade, licorice

Make me a promise

In bittersweet taste

May we never fade.

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Wild One

It’s been a year, kid.

I don’t have to constantly check up on you anymore, and be paranoid whether you are still breathing as you slumber, unknowing, naive, innocence in its most delicate form. I can only count your heartbeats, slow and steadily warm, whispering reassurances to me, making me believe still in a transient hope on a world so lost and pitifully dark. All the nights I’ve had to give up, interrupted sleep I’ve had to bide my tired mind by, the erstwhile activities and further indulgences I’ve had to forego to help in taking care of you, the stress, the weeping, the spewed bodily fluids, the horrid diapers, the sacrifices ventured and risks undertaken, everything and nothing all at once…I suppose it was all worth it in the end.

You’re still here, after all, breathing, laughing, crying. Living. One year in. It’s crazy to think just how much has changed, how everything has been elicited by insignificance, how everything slows down yet speeds up at the same time, nerves racing clockwork ticks, how much has changed, how far you have grown. It only feels like a trembling fingertip away when you were a newborn infant delivered from the hospital, and, lying there, ensconced in white silken sheets and resting with umber eyes wide shut, I saw a part of the universe that was apt with the stars in the sky. I basked in the warmth of someone who doesn’t have to be arrogant and jaded like the rest of the heartless horizons, a soul, that was a diamond moon, uncarved, pristine, an enigma. An incandescent light that catches the sparkle in every worthwhile heart. I left the room dazed that day, with ink all over my hands, holding a crumpled piece of paper, unsure of my own senses, pensive and ocean-deep.

Admittedly, I’m not the best babysitter. Sometimes I’m clumsy and end up panicking amid bloodstains and scarlet bumps. Sometimes I get vexed and irritated by your inability to act and your constant incessant shrieking, for heaven knows what reason. Sometimes I snap at you for your tantrums and for the things I know are not under your control. Most of the time I don’t know what the hell I’m even doing when I hold you. I know I’m a child-hating misanthrope that doesn’t take any shit from any other snot-nosed bratty brat that dare crosses my path, and I should be a choking hazard, kept fifty miles away from any person under 5 years old. But you are the exception.

Your shrieking laughter trumps all the crying and wailing I’ve endured from you. Your adorable cooing and chubby tottering alike, the fact that I was there for your initial steps, your first word (“Wa-ta.”), the numerous milestones that can’t be replaced by a million million-dollar paintings. The jubilance and uplift your cloudy childish curiosity banishes my demons temporarily and ties my emotions to a raspberry red balloon, sends me shimmering against your diamond moon, providing me an ephemeral glow, enough to get me though the day. You make me this incredibly maudlin and histrionic, hell, not everyone has the ability to do such a thing. And yes, I may have lost my room when you arrived, true enough, but I found a home in you.

To my sister’s chubby little child, stay wild and have fun, not only in your jungle themed party (which somehow has a clown?), but in this jungle of a life as well. True enough that your untainted whims may not last forever, but the memories remain like butterflies in my tongue, fluttering, tinting my lips with chromatic stained glass artworks, tasting of fairy dust and sweet sugary candy and an indistinguishable distinct bitter undertone, a hueful transfer with every cuddle and pinch and peck. You’ve got no reason to be sad, you need no reason to be happy, which is why you’re smiling all the time. You’ve got many people who love you unconditionally, so beat your chest and swing on the vines, you’ve got a lot to roar about. Don’t grow up too soon now. You deserve that much, at least.

Happy birthday, Gianni-ya.

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6:00 AM.

Faint incandescence of blue

Against the blurry windows

The sunrise junes yet accrue

On the startled horizon glow

Watercolour brushes of blue

Up starry ceilings they show

Sweet breeze of hope, it flew

Through the trees, they blow.

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Cloudburst Cogitations #2: Petrichor

petrichor

your sweet

traces of redolence

reminds me

of a nuanced

hope and innocence.

🌈🌈🌈

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high octa[n/v]e

your

screaming

notes

of a

wasteland

voice

lulls

me

into a

much

deeper

sleep,

onto a

more

sweeter

dream.

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cold empty mattresses and falling stars

gilded honey

cascading

over sulphur

hearts and

severed hands;

sweet like

almond milk

yet rancidly

sour like

painful lust

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i hope i don’t

scare you off

with my talk

of dislodged

clean limbs

that i plucked

within the

undergrowth

of my ribs,

tonight, i run

.

i love the

thought of

your germane

affliction,

the shade in

your eyes

speaks like dust

through wind

and i chase

for the ocean…

.

and if i don’t

make it home

before the

horizon screams,

kiss me and

hope that

you won’t be

embarrassed

by the attention

of the moon.

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Konpeitō

Crystalline sugar

Of neon shades

Clashing distinct

Catching eyes

And tongues;

Baby carnation,

Firmament blue,

Chartreuse green,

Starrified yellow,

Diamond white.

Childish treats

For childish hearts

Rainbow pebbles

On cute display

Within small

Quaint bottles,

A sugar kiss

From a pixie

And her friend

The belle fairy.

As you crush

Them betwixt

Your teeth;

Implosions of

Sweetness and

Shocking mint

Dances like a

Fireworks display

In your mouth—

A magical aftertaste.

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Candied Bones

So I crunch the candies

Like bones in my mouth

Sweet flooded saccharin

Taste of visceral doubts

Rotund as an ivory strip

Pale striped peppermint

Red and white and that

Coppery taste, just hints

And fragments that I have

Inhaled through my lungs

And I crunched the bones

Like candies in my tongue.

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Sweet Treat City

Look for love as sweet as cherry lollipops
Find a crush like white vanilla cream
Once again they hide themselves away from me
Cannot see the forest for the trees...

~*~

Fighting the sun with sundae saccharine surrender

Heat waves against a coldest confectionery tender

This nickel twinkle town of sprinkles, love, cherries

Always served up with extra opportuned delicacies

Frozen in time, within sheerest perfection and light

On pastel vanilla days and velvety chocolate nights

Milky clouds, silver rain, and banana moon creams

Roads trailed with syrup leading into lovely dreams

Characters of colours and varying tastes and flavour

You’ll never tire of their different kinds, all in savour

Luscious musings with some crackling wafers on top

Choose your sorbet sensations, the scoops never stop

But the bustling crowds will always slowly melt away

Like if that ice cream’s left outside on a summer’s day

As they drip into the soft fragility of the funneled cone

Into the dark pavement gutters in which they call home.

~*~

Bit by bit I taste bit of apple rain
Knowing something good is soon to come
Breathe it in like candy-coated sugar cane
Happiness is now falling from above…

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Senseless

The taut feeling of endless jubilance

Peach skies and clouds dashed lovely

Lighthearted touch with a dainty dance

As the new borne day awaits patiently

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The playful tastes of puffed cinnamon

And mellow lip sticky of New York honey

Dripping saccharine onto my tongue

Scarlet cherry pies all sweet and sunny

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The sounds of lilting and lifting hearts

And hear a tinkling music box melody

Quaint interludes, the coda’s piano part

Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, and Debussy

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The beautiful smell of scented souls

Like jasmine, gardenia, and rosemary

Pink perfume playing its perfect role

Soft petals showering ever so flowery

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The amazing sight of blazing sunset on the horizon

Another sinking day’s clashing orange and crimson glory

But the senses that I have entertained and felt further on

Will always be retained forever in my senseful memory.

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