Colourful psychedelic 

Demonic yet Angelic 

Passionate Psychotic

Peaceful yet Chaotic 

Calming yearning

Soothing yet burning 

When life acquires 

A gloss like this,

One cannot help

But glide inside...

....Over the slippery,

Ice white tops!...

...We shared a 

Silent

Hate for cops,

As muffled 

Siren's

Tumult died...

...I lent my talents

To your Pwim,

And passed the 

Sunless hours

Lulled 

By that sweet 

Nectar of the

Goddess.

Rudely hypnotized

At dusk!...

...And now my soul

Was somewhere else...

...By night I climbed

Into a hole.

When life acquires

A gloss like this,

One cannot help

But ride the roll...

©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

I seek warmth

My naked empty heart

left out in the cold

Forgotten

I seek warmth

Of the memories we shared

Of both happiness and pain

Holding me together

Keeping me sane

I seek warmth

Inching closer to the fire

Addicted to the feeling of comfort

Not giving any mind to the hole inside

I seek warmth

Too close to the fire

I'm getting burned alive

Not caring

'cause my mind's in euphoria

Enjoying this temporary warmth

As much as I can

For it'll soon dissipate

I waited today, for your call

A word from you would've been great

Maybe I'm not as important

As you made me seem

But still I wait

I think it's me

It's probably you

Or is it actually me?

Yeah, it's me

I think I think too much about you

When I need to be focusing on me

You're taking up too much room in my brain

But that's not your fault it's mine

And it's making me insane

I know I'm a handful

I know I'm a pain

But I've been there for you

When you were the same

So thanks for nothing

Yet Thanks for everything

You've shown me time and again

That we'll never be more than just friends

So keep your hearts

Your X's and O's

Keep your words- they are empty

I don't want the last rose

Friends are like money, they come and go.

A bi-polar call log of people you used to know.

No one’s to blame.

Time caught up with us. 

What a shame, we try to shake off the guilt but the pain is stuck with us.

Chasing an uncertain future, with whoever is willing to put up with us.

Riding the open road, young and neglected. 

Failure riding our backs, regret hanging from our necklace. 

Castaways, one step from tragedy. 

Our curiosity kept us protected.

Generous but wreckless, the world was too much.

Constantly moving, escaping the idea of growing up. 

We only feared one thing..

The day we run out of luck.

I see him across the room

Butterflies in my tummy takeover

As now he asks for a date

Spring turns to fall chill

As time passes lovers live life

Days shorten love wanes

Lovers passion chills in brisk fall air

Winter finds them apart with a glare

Love dies a painful lonely death.

Why is it?

The ones with so much to give

Find it difficult to find someone

That appreciates your kindness?

When words elude you

As sleep in the night

I dig deep for the appropriate

Heart felt kindness

Love comes floating on a dream

Are the things we see everyday, anything our minds attribute to insignificant.

Dangerous things, however, are also normal.

Does it ever occur to you that danger does not always equal panic alarm in our heads?

Is it not cruel that we do not seem to perceive an upcoming painful event as dangerous until it's too late?

Dangerous doesn't always correspond with a large specimen chasing us for dinner nor does it always mean poisonous foods.

Dangerous could be those things that poison our souls.

Danger is normal. It walks among us. Says hi to us and goodbye. It calls out i love you from a distance and for a time it feels just right. For a little while it makes sense.

When you register your fears and surprise this danger has already took its toll and you no longer are capable of preventing the poison.. the large animal caught on to you and now, you're slowly withering away.. your vitals and passions weakening just the same..

I never understood writers.

I never understood how writers gathered so much of their thoughts to create novels, volumes of stories.

I never understood those that write word after word, verse after verse, novel after novel..

until i began to write about the ache i feel as a result of losing you

I never understood breakdowns.

I never understood the powers of tears that could push through perfect composure...

what kind of power must thyself feel in which pain transcribes into harsh warm tears that can cause a storm to take place..

i never understood such pain until i realized the magnitude of my decisions..

I never understood how one can see images through music

Memories... dull memories that lost their light because they used to cause so much joy..

the right lyric, alongside the right rhythm can cause a strange phenomenon

Your heart begins to mimic the melody, you nerve endings begin to sense the discomfort the pang of resentment and anger because you know you cant blame anything on anyone but yourself..

I never understood the significance a place can hold...

at the end

Because through it all, you never thought that place meant anything..

then you find yourself subconsciously existing there...

hoping maybe.. they'll be there and by chance you'll catch a glimpse of what you've loved and lost..

I could write a million words describing i miss you breakdowns i've experienced that were triggered by songs we used to sing together at that place you loved so much that I didn't really care for but only recently began to love almost as much as i'll always love you simply because i know how significant it is to you..

Like drifting in a river to wherever the current takes you

No hopes, no dreams

Just plenty of time to be dazed.

Minutes turn to hours,

Then days and months

Until

Time is no longer a measurement used to sequence nonexistent events

Nothing.