Marshmallow

Sugary pink lips
Sweet bright smiles
Tender loving stares
Spongy creamy cheeks
Cherry blossoms rise on her blushes
Even when she is toasted, she exhales delightful scents
Her lavish figures make everyone want to swallow her
Chewing her nice and generous attitudes in their hearts
Licking her saccharine parts, squeezing her powders
Marshmallow, a small shaped piece melts in mouth warming cold souls
She is loved, really loved

The One

"Hey, why do you love me?" I asked him one afternoon when me and him are chatting on my living room couch.

"Just simply because you are you." He answered

"That's not a valid reason. What if there is another one of me, or what if I have clones, or twins, or aliens come from Mars copying my face?" I asked again annoyingly.

"You are so silly, aren't you? Once again, I love you. I know the differences between you, that another you, those clones of yours, your twins, and ridiculous aliens coming from Mars that copy your face. I only love you, Dummy." He knocked my forehead as he answered my question.

"But why? I still can't get it. They have same physical appearances like I do." I asked once again purposely making him annoyed.

He sighed and leaned closer to me, only an inch separating his face from me as he pasted his nose with mine. "I can get many girls whose physical appearances are way better than you, why would I fall for the ones who have the same physical appearances as you, hm?" He smirked with his crooked smile that I hate slash LOVE the most.

"Hey!" I shouted at him as I pouted.

He pulled me and planted a soft kiss on my lips making me breathless before whispering his spells between my mouth. "I love you. I might need to cut a lot of trees to get many papers for the place I list my reasons of loving you but no I won't do that because it will cause global warming and we have to go green." He laughed goofily as he said that.

"Tch, this dumb guy." I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, we are dumbly in love with each other, right?" Again, he laughed like a fool making me confused why on earth I love this man. He then cleared his throat making a serious face staring deep at my eyes, "Listen, I love you because you are the one. No further explanation. Because you are the one and I'm in love with you. There's no the two, the three, and so on. You are the one and...

"Full stop." I stopped him and kissed him hard on his lips before he made me fly with his words. He stroked the back of my head and embraced me tight guaranteeing an eternal safety for me. I closed my eyes and smiled fainting in his scent.

Forbidden Line

Being with this stranger makes me feel alive

As he digs my buried souls, as he burns my passions, as he revives my dying pieces, as he helps me to find who I am

He shouldn't do these such things to me

He really shouldn't

I find comfort being with this stranger

As I get attentions, as I obtain supports, as I am needed, as I am cheered, as I am helped by him to discover what my dreams are

I shouldn't feel these such things

I really shouldn't

The closer we get, the more I let him in

These weird vibrates come again after a very long time

These unexplainable sensations

These deadly and sinful games 

I shouldn't do these such things

I shouldn't cross this forbidden line

For this stranger has been owned

The Train

Steps can be heard clearly starting from the dawn, commuters compete one another to pass its door

They bump into each other, they push others, they use their elbows to rid their competitors

They run chasing its pace, they don't wanna be late, it is their morning routines to catch up with it

I am one of those people joining the crowds to enter this mass transportation

I choose to enter the chambers that are designed for women because I don't wanna meet with sick molesters who look for their victims in general rooms

I hope I can stand properly, I hope I can breathe regularly; but all goes unwell, my legs are limp and trembling following the flow of the waves, my breath is irregular for I can't inhale fresh air

Guess what, women are not again women when they are trapped, when they are disturbed, when they are pressured, when they are attacked

They lose their tenderness, their smiles are wiped out, their hearts are missing

No such thing as sympathies or empathy, everyone turns to be devils

They are willing to fracture others' bones as long as they can get seats or at least stand comfortably

We can call the situation inside this transportation as a little hell, it is super hot when the air conditioner can't function well

Numerous scents can be smelled; breaths from mouths, sweats from armpits, stinks from shoes, farts, etc

Totally disgusting but people don't have many options, they still have to choose this transportation

Many people are squeezed and pressed; only inches separating between someone and the other one

They use their big bags to purposely hit others or simply get bigger spaces so they can breathe well while others get pinned between people's bodies and the poles

Some of the people faint, some of them fight to get the seats, some of them argue because they don't wanna be asphyxiated by others' masses 

There are some priority seats prepared for pregnant women, aged people, and the handicapped ones

But, seems like no mercies or privileges given for them when everyone feels like they are the most tired persons in this world so they have to be the ones who get the seats

Evil, everyone has this adjective with them in this transportation

And women, they lose their angelic traits when they smirk seeing other women are suffering

The train, the transportation that can make everyone become crooks

The train, the transportation that can suck people's energies

The train, the transportation that can make people come late to work and go home late when its machine gets some troubles

The train, the transportation that can make individualistic sides of people become worse

The train, the transportation that can make people bet their lives to just enter it and don't care if their bodies get crushed by its automatic doors or make them fall outside the train and make them die

The train, the not humane mass transportation