Pechu's Corner

I wish and wish on a wall for my love to come...

Here and there, years pass...

Pass and pass...

And my heart I pour ... 

Pour and pour...

Till it’s once full, bottle breaks and empties.

My love my love where are you while I write aimlessly on this board....

I write so much, with such a pace making it seem like a piano, I play.

My melody, it glides and glides until it stops in front of a tree.

Bulky and tall.

So serene to its touch yet frail and beautiful.

And so, this melody went around and around this tree like a fly buzzing it off.

Annoyed he became, my dear tree, tall and serene.

And so, my melody poured its last remaining's to this tall tree, and it absorbed...

With such delicacy with such carefulness, with such sorrow he carried my melody

My dear, beautiful tree...for I shall only pour to you.

“and at night I whispers I love you to the warmnessof my coffee”

coffee

There’s nothing better than a midnight coffee ...lately I’ve found myself having various cups of coffee daily maybe nightly…hourly.

It seems I have lost count of said act.

And maybe as my body deflects and acts on its own, I pretend to feel something other than anger as my only hope of happiness in family gets taken away from me.

And there I stand saying goodbye. Leaving to an extent of loneliness.

But atlast I found you…

17

    Dear 17-year-old, wishing you could see what others think of you.

I wonder if when you cry yourself to sleep wondering why you went so wrong, you really cry because you know those around you despise what you love.

Dear 17-year-old carrying the world on your back that you dint ask for instead was brought upon you. How does it feel to carry the burden of your families’ sin.

Poor... poor 17-yearl old.

How much more can you take before your back breaks…

    -K.K

I am sorry, sorry that I couldn’t be the perfect son you wanted me to be.

A sentence never that I have never thought about saying out loud, me the son was born and submitted into being perfect. Sorry for not being what you wanted and wished for.

Sorry for not being able to look you in the eye and d say I want out. I am sorry so sorry that sorry is all I can say.

And as my chest tightens and screams for release. My heart it stays  cool and mellow used to it all, only a single flame keeping it alive and moving.

Letting go of the reigns for once feels good is scary and addicting, I just cannot[KFG1]  seem to stop. Let me have all the patience but let it all fall as I let go.

I am sorry. 

 Sometimes I wonder if I’m too annoying. When I struggle to speak and it’s all too boring.

I wonder what people say behind my backs when I’m not looking, do they say nice things or call me stupid..

I can’t help but to tinker along in this head of mine that’s full of raging thoughts. I shiver and tense up in a daily when it all becomes too overwhelming. My hands they tremor, my breathing shortens as the clock in my head hits the notes quite loudly. I struggle and scream into a pillow being to afraid to hear the whispers giggle.

I approach people and become outgoing but what’s the point if I’m always lonely.

I get promises that are never promised making me isolate myself deeper into the rabbit hole where I’m alone, muttering in a banter that I should be used to it all. So I’m a sorry if I think I’m annoying just gone through so much that I worry and overthink each new journey. My head aches and my body is heavy..

But I keep going into this world my only purpose Is to succeed in life and find my soulmate. But how can I do that when I only get barricaded in fear and confusion by those who offer protection,

If angels have wings why do they fall..

That is something I ask myself on a daily, long as I stride into this world filled of venom. Each day getting thrown down by the human race we call society. Asking myself when it will be over, when will my angel come to save me. Pretending as if I’m fine when I’m not, telling myself it’s okay when it isn’t, when will the agony stop. If angels had wings why do they fall..

I ponder alone in the dark watching the world spin before my dilated eyes why. Why this? why that? Why am I here? Can anybody hear me? why can’t you hear me? Questions of why that can never be answered come to my heavy head and as I think and drown myself in my own thoughts of sorrow. There in that dark empty room that is filled with old and distant memories I come to the conclusion. That angels fall due to the fact that the venom injected into their veins is so much their wings deteriorate and rot away causing their great dismay of their rebel. Following the fall into our world filled with hatred where we scream and bleed to never be heard of again, there in that room I realized that my angel is never going to come an save my shattered soul, there in that room I realized that I myself am the fallen angel and that only I can save myself.

Soft and gentle, with a hint of surprise in each bite.

So sweet and bizarre, perfection at its finest.

Keep you close in a hot summer spring, savoring each hit and every flavor like there is no tomorrow.

Falling in love again and again with every word. Wanting you close yet having you far. Missing you all day, waiting for the hours to pass by.

 Daydreaming of our future adventures. Just you and I. Wishing to taste those strawberry lips. Silly me silly life. Strawberry, strawberry I have fallen in love.