Clouded SkiesSammy was a bolt of lightning across the field.Clouded Skies by MissTsukii
And the crowd, thundered with applause.
The girls showered over this blonde boy
wrapped in gold and silver.
But one night between curiosity and allusion,
they saw him tip toe the silent love
...of another man.
gossip widened and thoughts narrowed down.
He didn't run, he tripped over judgement.
He wasn't feeling the weight of his past victories,
he was feeling the weight of their words-the insults.
He was now wrapped not in medals, but in labels.
Happily Ever After...Just when the skies start covering up its stars,Happily Ever After... by MissTsukii
Just when diaries yellow out of negligence,
Just when ambiguity loses its audience,
She will count imaginary stars.
She will ink her heart on those pages,
And she will tell the world that abstract is real
Fantasy is magic and poetry is air.
With people like her, voicing art,
There will not be a period, rather,
ellipses that follow, “Happily ever after”
Midnight OrchestraUnder the spotlight of the moon,Midnight Orchestra by MissTsukii
They traced constellations on the ground.
Mirroring the flight of the heavens divine
Heartbeats synchronized in still standing time
Poetry echoed in a sky full of dreams.
A rush of blood-A mute pause;
two breaths held for an undecipherable cause
But their feet didn't stop and they danced on,
leaving the rest of the story, to be inked by the stars.
A quanta of solace was all they had
No men, no women, nor blazing cars.
Their conversation was now composed in music bars;
The silent symphony of Venus and Mars.
Don't become an artistFor you will look at love as abstract art.Don't become an artist by MissTsukii
You will look at the sky as a canvas to paint your heart
Feel raindrops ink your skin with poetry.
You will draw curves out of straight lines
You will make sense out of slant rhyme
Call empty space, a place to contemplate
And fill walls with kaleidoscope memories
You will inject beats in your veins
And get high on good music
You will dance to the pitter-patter of rain
and sing of melancholy and pain
You will taste ink in your first kiss
After which, you’ll ask the weirdest questions.
You will make a carbon copy of the intellectual conversations
You had on your first date.
You will see depth in his eyes
Depth, you’re ready to fall into.
You will love his every word-Truth or lies
For you will be a victim to metaphors and similies.
You will live in your tiny world of stories
And when someone out there, outside your own bubble
Of profound thoughts and fantasies
Share the same story, you let them write yours too.
You let them read your
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