Colors
Sakamoto Maaya

suddenly,
everything i’ve ever known disappears
like a thought in a dream
and returns to silence
there’s nothing that i need
from the world behind
because it seems so faraway

i hear someone whisper into my ear
i turn around but find nothing there
until i look up
and i see colors of love
raining down on me

ride the light
i’m stepping out into open sky
and i’m not afraid of falling
i’m not scared to let go
so beautiful
and everything i ever wanted

blessings
flowing over me
growing
rolling over and over
never want to go back
to the way it was before

i hear someone whisper into my ear
i turn around but find nothing there
until i look up
and i see colors of love
raining down on me

cakes

3 slices packed in a box,
those with a white creamy shell,
left untouched for hours,
on the table overnight.

only to find a most gruesome sight,
when opened next morning,
instead of cakes,
a white plump queen ant.

during a test

a bullet through the centre of the forehead,
of an already dead stranger.
who had came alive in a nocturnal visitation,
only to die gruesomely once more.

86 - senses

they are very funny.
they work together, but yet,
when one or two are down,
the others work harder.
They are also easily tricked.

87 - limbs

blessed with our limbs,
we crawl we run we climb we swim.
taking them for granted,
misusing, abusing, neglecting.