Ink Blue

Love could be beautiful, love could be sad and blue. This poem is about a love as sad as it is pure: it is ink blue. Yet, it is beautiful and mature like the autumn. It opens a portal to a parallel world that is limitless like the cosmos it self...

Ink blue

Meeting in their parallel world
A spectacular galactic, cosmic dance
Amidst starlit night and sun-kissed grass
Autumnal, just as their vital love
In wilderness unlit, no fake shadows cast

Near a pond moonlit, with creaks and croaks
Behind a boulder, next to a mountain-rose
Faint fragrance of the flower spread
Right there is where destiny had led

Sweet portal to a parallel world
And there they reside forever safe
The king, the queen, the ink blue night.

-Mx

HUES

If sad today, you could be happy tomorrow. These are just phases and they are meant to be.
What matters is that you keep your cool and not be jealous of some one you feel is 'better off'.
What matters is that you never be 'green'

HUES
Blue today
Pink tomorrow
Never green.
-Mx

"MYSELF"

"Myself"

In "my" throne, I sit "myself"
To all- a man of power
Sinless white "my" wall so white
High up, on the tower.

Through winters and warmth
I do breathe, "myself"
Cut a cake they buy
"Celebrate" smiling, "myself".

To all- a prince so priceless
They want to be but me
To me- a puppet in a show
Being painted upon, daily.

Sit by a wall, with head held high
My shoes snatched, no more mine
In rainbows in blues, with smile wooden
Polished each day, to rise and shine.
-Mx