Ocean Calling

So let me tell you a story,
about a siren and a sailor,
separated by the sea,
but tried to fight their way together.

The siren had blue hair,
and the curious sailor couldn’t help but stare,
her skin was not fair,
but the sailor did not care.

The two of them were from different worlds,
yet they did not mind.
All what matters was their exchange of words,
and to show that they were kind.

Against the odds, they were together,
the siren, a playful seductress,
the sailor, an ambitious strong man,
and they thought they were looking at forever.

Sea currents change,
the waves crashed harder.
Situations change,
and they had to be apart from the other.

They both live in the sea,
but even the oceans separate them.
True, they weren’t allowed to see,
but the words of love saved them.

The siren swims, swims, swims,
in the water where no one could see her tears,
and she sings, sings, sings,
sings a happy song so no one could hear her fears.

She misses the sailor so much,
she was longing for his touch.
She loves him too much,
on her whole heart she vouch.

The more she cried, the more she drowned,
deeper into the ocean where it got dark.
But it was impossible for a siren to be drowned,
it was just her world that was turning dark.

Even when the siren and the sailor were in the sea,
they could not see each other.
Finally the siren could see,
maybe they don’t belong together.

So the siren swims away,
feeling every drop of water against her skin.
So that even when the sailor is away,
she can still love herself from within.

So long, my prince who curses like a sailor.

Ocean Calling

Lady of Fantasy


I’m your lady of fantasy.
I can be everything you need me to be.
Being with me is easy.
Just close your eyes and set yourself free.

I’m your escape from reality.
I can help you form a happy memory.
Being sad is not the way to be.
Just visit me in my land of fantasy.

You’re my only guest here.
In our little soirée,
We only speak the language of the body.
Don’t worry, love, we are free.

Hitched breaths and muffled moans are our currency,
Fast or slow, doesn’t matter what the pace is,
As long as I can dig my fingernails onto your skin,
And whisper how much I love you into your ears.

There, awaits the lady of reality.
She, who said you can’t stay with me.
Please, choose her instead of me.
As I’m only your lady of fantasy.

I will never be your lady of reality.
Even if I want to, you won’t want me to.

Lady of Fantasy

A•byss (əˈbɪs) – n. a deep, immeasurable space or cavity; vast chasm.

I’ve been living my life walking on a thin thread between love and logic,
Constantly trying to balance myself just so I won’t fall.
I can only try to stand tall,
and avoid the life trap that is tragic.

The balancing rod I am holding,
is something I call ‘friend’.
They help me to get a grip of where I am standing,
keeping my stand so I won’t bend.

I once almost fell to the pit of love,
hanging hopelessly on the thin thread with one hand, holding the balancing rod on the other.
I gripped my balancing rod tightly, trying to climb up above,
I pushed myself so that I was hanging no further.

Re-adjusting my balance, I walked forward.
Through the mist of uncertainty,
to get to the future of the unknown.

I’m slipping slowly to the pit of logic,
to the heartlessness that is so toxic.
Slowly becoming a machine,
surely becoming a heartless queen.

I once almost fell to the pit of joyous foolishness,
I’m slipping slowly to the pit of mechanical sanctuary.

Along this thin thread I’m walking on,
Even though I’m avoiding the pits of love and logic,
I am already in the abyss.
Should I be safe or should I be a fool?

A•byss (əˈbɪs) – n. a deep, immeasurable space or cavity; vast chasm.