Letting Off Steam

          Have you ever met someone so inconsistent with his words and actions it makes your head spin faster than a whirlpool? He tells you to be transparent with him - to tell him what you exactly feel about him. To be honest to him. He won't be angry. Yes, I tried being frank. And look what happens: He did not get angry - he just left. He's not preaching what he says. I've met these kinds of people disguised as my "short-term friends"- too many of them back in high school. But as Lang Leav said, 

"The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show."

         It's not one of my best poems and I'm not even infinitesimally proud of it, but it exactly reflects what I feel about these hot and cold people - the Ciel way. Rough, rude, blunt, unrefined and totally not complete without a minor string of swear words. I'm so sorry I'm just talented in the field of saying swear words.

Brewing Trouble

Restrained

World's Apart

World's Apart

Far from the clutches of the painful reality

I had tried to hold on to the best of my ability

Hold on to the thought of someday you would see

How much you were dearly loved by me.

I had dreamed about you countless times

I didn't know how to express it; should I do a pantomime?

The moment I saw your angel-carved face

I knew you had my heart tied into a silky lace.

But we were born from different worlds - so far apart

- Butler and Mistress - both of us should play our part

But love overlooked every fault, did it not?

And someday, somehow, our hearts would be tied by a knot.

As the bells of reality rang once more

It did shake me down to the core

As I opened my eyes to face reality

I saw your face [your angel-carved face] painted with a smile full of honey.

And at that moment I already knew,

The dreams I had were the most subtle clues.