A Good Thing In Life

"Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife."
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A poem on onions and love.
An epitome of how understated true love is.
It's not my work.
But it's the few of the good things left in life
that I can appreciate.

My heart now anticipates like many times before.

Who would have the eyes for such a miserable creature like me?

If you really come for me,
would you take my heart that's marred with scars?

A figure neither beautiful,
nor a voice that rings like bells in the wind.

Why would you kiss a mouth,
that's as foul as death pit?

What would make you tenderly soothe your fingers through my hair,
What would spur you to grab my hand and hold me close?

If you really come for me,
would you write poems of my sorrows,
pledges of care for me?

A soul that's neither contented,
nor a spirit that soars to the sky.

Why would you whisper verbal endearments into a ear,
that's deafened by the long silence in her mind?

What would make you play the piano,
What would make you sing our duet?

If you really come for me,
would you stay beside my casket to weep for me?

Love for My Phantom

Can't you see,
my love?

I have always braved the shadows
to look for you.

I know you longed for light,
so I have always brought you
glows of hope.

But my beloved,
while I quench your thirst for light,
do you quench mine for your love?

I am the bearer of light to your life,
but darling,
you care only the light I brought forth.

Many a times I was told to leave you alone,
to mellow in angst,
and die of despair.

But everytime I walked pass a shadow,
it pains me that you're suffering inside.

My dear phantom,
even the angel dims in comparison to you.
A perfect being such as He,
doesn't lovingly bathes me in anguish
like you do.

Oh,
my dear phantom,
perhaps it's time
to stick a dagger in your heart.

With the hurt you'll feel
that lasts only for a second,
perhaps it will stop
the hurt I feel because of you.

The Equilibrium

At the edge of the cliff,
the angel spread his massive wings
ready to take flight to the heavens above.

Upon his flight
he still wore that smile---
a symmetrical curl of lips.

The lips that a mere mortal woman like me could not deny,
that there was at least once I was tempted to kiss.

But I loathed him.
Surely there's some unspeakable scum beneath what he seems to be?

A green eye monster she must be,
to tear apart such a beautiful being.

But contrary to the hissing rumours,
I tear apart too, a phantom that dwells in his realm of shadows.
To seek an angelic smile upon his face that's shrouded beneath his hood.

In the position of where I lay,
between a fleeing angel and a phantom enraged,
my puddle of tears reflected my face.

Sunken the eyes were,
cast in shadows like the phantom.
I could barely recall the angelic smile on my very own face.

I withdrew my angst,
and got up on my feet.

It was only today,
where I've got to see myself again
did I realised that---

I was broken inside,
only because I failed to mend it.

For hating all whom I loved and never loved me,
I too, had never loved myself.

Fate's Forgery

The girl carefully thread her way through the uneven paths.
But she could never be careful enough.
Fate still robbed away the things she loved.

Flowers entwined form the most beautiful picture.
Yet, in too tight of an embrace they would just strangle each other.

It doesn't take just a day to find nothing belongs to you.

The flowers wither as the weed creeps up to a new flower.
The forest remains ever changing.
But no matter how much it changes, the girl would remain a stranger amongst these trees.

Her heart should have stopped beating five years ago.
Now that she had failed,
she shall suffer the anguish of lonliness she had failed to escape from.

The bunny rag doll drops at her feet.
One would never doubt something that is truely hers.

She picks it up.
It's back to square one.

Perhaps it's time to make an escape again.

Closer

Lumbering with fatigue,
the girl finally reaches the other end of the woods.
As the flock of birds futtered pass her,
her tired eyes widened at the sight before her.

Flowers.
They spread across the field, swaying gently along the breeze, basking under the warmth of the sunshine.

The sunlight reached to her like open arms of an embrace.
It stroked her cheeks and ruffled her hair,
and before she knew it,
she felt tears flowing from her eyes.

Her heart of tears has melted.
and a new heart of flesh pumps blood in her veins.
She let out a laugh,
that was fuelled by joy.

She stretched out her arms with ecstasy,
her fingertips brushing the feathers of the passing birds.
She sprinted into the sea of flowers,
and had her fill of flower scent.

Her ivory flock was stained with the work of mischief,
with colours of berries and streaks of mud.
At dusk, she plopped down amongst the flowers with a contented smile.

The birds chirped goodbye,
while the flowers stayed close to her as night arrives.

She shut her eyes firmly,
without the fear of a dreamless sleep.
For the flower she seeks is closer than ever.