Eruption, A Mixture of...

Small and tiny in a vast universe, on a land with a cast,
Little by little the wide space filled with material,
Standing still, injured, hurt and fearful,
The emergence of confusion, emptiness,
a state of disorientation,
Unclear, unsure of which path to follow,
In a halt, a pause, stopping longer than intended,
Still petty in thoughts of deciding on determining,
The heart sinks in,
the hollowness begin to reign.


So pretty, delightful, sweet and translucent,
Pink, light blue, green and colorful,
Soft, dreamy and mysterious,
A subject of desire -- makes the mouth water,
All comes to a stop, when I have you in hand,
Sticky, un-filling, to add to the tastelessness,
Makes the hand dirty, lets the mind corrupt,
Like cotton candy, you lying entity.


My trust too high, yet my faith hesitant,
I await a time, for your test to commence,
For people react when they’re at test,
Showing their true care, without remorse


Life not a miracle, nonetheless you portray its importance,
Importance to the self by means of selfishness,
As important as the sun that rises each day,
Though we realize its importance not,
Once it is gone, sure we are to experience the lost.


In my eyes you are all idiots,
In my eyes, I realize a desire following fool,
In your eyes, I await what comes my way,
In my eyes there are no hopeful eyes,
In your eyes or my eyes, what difference does it make?
Filled with retorts without any true resorts.