Fly.
Feel the wind on your shoulder...
(when you are bored you will write about anything...
Mario for a day...
Like a guy fallen in love waiting,
For the valuable time of gathering...
Eye shadow on the eyes
And lipstick on the lips...
Scribed by a master as eternity looking back
Searching creation for something it may lack...
This poem, is about commenting,
I bet I will probably comment myself...
Sort my files
Empty my recycle bin...
The blue ink that flow so freely,
Paints a picture of insanity's sane...
The obsession for a body full of grace
matches the reconstructions for the flawless face...
Strength is a reflection of her eyes
a fighter on the battlefield...
I live in color...
vivid shades that design my day...
Sleepless yet again
Looking at the clock...