MESSENGER

King card in my hands: Both

Gold cup on my table: Accessories

Older rum for my early hour: My breakfast

Freeze your distance, cuffed your tongue

My maiden fully masked: Velvet

Painted with untarnished frame.

I alarmed you,

Before middle pin squad at midnight

Merge your burden pass dewdrop

Don't waste them, be kind: Your tears. Your crown.

It is not disguise either: They are real

Shall be invisible like a ghost: Sightless

Be potent. Don't wake me up

I am a bloodsucker with sharpen knife.

The purchase tag valid still.

Steer those feet's. O wiser

Gravity still owes you. Flee.

ROUTINE

Dim of light
Night falls: what make a different
My dog yawning in her bed pile of dust
What a day: should cross her mind by now
At least she copes the day: A jar of peanut
What about me? Yes me.

Victorian gown bargain itself,
Turf myself in bed completed the fee.
Odd music rushing thru my ears, murmuring.
My cystal eyes dealing with lids: Green
I defence the cold war: Myself

Wondering thought keep fast foward itself
If it's a privilege card, I might get discount.
Shall it be shoes with 5 inches each: Callouses.
28 of my knitted dresses, no guarantee.
Prisioner by my own: Insanity.

Awry minutes pass me by: Fast lane
I pray for mercy from the penalty
Silence-
Embracing every corner of my made stone box
Drifted silent night, I walked away
Abandoned a pack of my worries behind.

EASY SILENCE

PAUSED
No folded stick in my hand
I measured every step on the grid, and still. I swear
These feet wounded, I lost the calculation.
But wait...
Yet, not reach the black tunnel: Checkpoint.

Shall I buy a compass with metal needle?
Reliable antique man crafts, it's light.
First aid box as an advanced perhaps
It's guarantee

I run, I keep my eyes on the ground
It's cold, I am naked
I am terrified to stay overnight
Stray rat. Stay close a prey.
Locked their eyes on me. The Owls.

Where is the trail?
I promised I will follow. I am a man with my words.
This sight, you gave me. Remember?
I crawl once, my hands full of rare black roses torn
Violent stream: My blood. My flesh

I lost my torch again, more than twice.
The earth swallowed it, wicked me.
Hurry
Hurry
Caress me with your Midas touch: O My virtue

OMG!!

I can't believe myself. Right after I created my blog, miles away from my mind that am going to be addictive to "write, publish and exhale" methods. Seems like my blog keep calling me to write more. So, here we go...

STRANGER

Loaded the gun, six bullets full

Did you see white target or shall I called it black

Did your hand clean or rusty still

Untrustworthy enough to pull the trigger?

Shall I polish those weeping nails? O my lady

Wake up!..

Dressed up your shields, be armed.

Listen here you coward.

You walking corpse, empty souls-

Nail me with your charm as your claimed

Unchained me from this stone: O my

I am wise enough to sail the villain waves

Wind is my messenger still. Ask Columbus

Are you feeling alive now? Brand new

Hear me when I talking

Untouchable, pure like a virgin-

My voice is my correspondent. Permanent.

Every breath,

Every sound,

Every letters.

Thin as air molecule: A virus

No cure, no cure

I kneel for my communions

My penny in that white sacks too. You do the mathematic.

Eat my meal 3 times a day, loaf of bread sometimes.

Am already dead before midnight.

Yet, you stir and spill me on shattered plate.

I am lucky cat: nine lives to live

Hear me,

Get your tickets: line up

30

Who's knocking my door?

How dare you to frighten my dreams

I in pyjamas still, bed fragrant still coating me

Dark outside not decay yet, blank.

Why you here?

Don't reminds me about my late, about my punctuality

I eat breakfast since in my mother's womb

I steal her food thru daylight hours like a thief.

Now, my wrinkles please on my command

28 and 8 months to open the 29 gate.

I see black and white: beautiful

No wheel chair, I can hoop.

White line, the road

Vivid edges stand still, waving me

Hunger for the wrong pit stop. Vital

But before yellow turn red. I stop.

I cross the red light once, undo the history.

It coasts me white gown,

Freebies with my name on my wrist.

I oath myself.

This time around, the cooco sounds

My eyes open wide, points the green hill outside. It is beautiful

I can smell the soil, green grass beneath roots: moist but dry outside

Hurry this hands grab the apple from Eden garden.

Munch all in my mouth: A whim

But wait..Its void.

Shall i dump the apple mother?

Don't. You can make a pie.

Down on your knees, am a vixen. I survived

Pay me the visit 30

I am ready.

About me

You can call me Sara Bann for those who may not know me or in her/his quest (if any) to know about myself. I create my blog with humble heart to share my interest with the rest of blogger out there.

POETRY.
Poetry is my life, my heartbeat and my music. Every time I let myself drown into it, i feel free and alive. I dance with her own rhyme in every single verses. My passion for poetry is so deep and genuinely since I was kid. Even if I die one day and resurrection will follow me, I wish God buried this passion in me still.
My piece of work is all about the amazing unseen things that revolving around my world, which i really glad and blessed for those wonderful things in my life. Although sometimes, I almost lost in this juggle world and drag the "hiccup" attention but I manage to make it as beautiful as i possibly could. Am afraid if my anger bails me itself one day, I'll forget what life is meant to be.
As we already know, life sometimes turned his back on us even though we hope for better surface. While we busy to embark history and to prove our existence in the world eyes, we blind our self. " IF THERE IS NO TOMORROW TO REMEMBER, MIGHT BE NO PRESENT WILL ENTER". The more we hunger to unsolved the mystery of life, the more we found it fascinating things to explore.

Some of us feed their life with music, photographing and exciting things to expressed their feeling.
But me, myself, I rely on my poems to captured and memorised my sweetness and bitterness in my life so that I can breath easily. Consider this is my diary but form in poetry.
Together we embrace and cherish our beautiful life so that we'll never forget what life meant to be.^_^

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ME, MYSELF AND MARRIAGE

My little red socks
I wish winter around the globe
No summer, no summer, no summer
I statue Mr Frosty
Pale as arrogant fat duke
Stuck with a Pinocchio nose

I woe that white dress
As veil hidden me, afraid if disgrace ahead
But where is my grandma's band?
Pawn shop?
In shallow drawer.

What is marriage
Eternity love vows: Wolf cry
A thin sheet turf in the end: A scroll
Written in blood, afternoon affair
Not i fancy, fancy me not.

I have nothing to offer
Gigantic bell echoing, I deaf myself
My flower girl nod each other nose, my nightmare
White satin shoe made me fragile
Fit my feet, and yet trim in my bride maid.