My heart beats less and less for you.
It feels as if it'll soon stop
pumping love to you.

You said, "your love is the blood
that circulates through my veins
It is your love that warms me up
And returns life to me."

"You are my heart."

And turns out,
that this heart of yours,
has a heart of its own,
And that this heart of mine,
beats less
And less
each
day

Listen brother,

no matter what, I am a lit candle on the table of time:
burning, melting,
until the winds of destiny blow up the flame of my life.

thus no matter what, I'll be with you to lighten your dark times. Just keep me close on the desk of your life. I'll help you see what you can't see in the dark.

I'll be with you. Until I die.

I cannot explain the way I feel...
Today.

These feelings are complex.

It's no longer,
the I feel sad or the I feel happy.


It's more of
I'm in reality
and in the imagination;
as if I am
stranded on Mars
but roaming my dear Earth
while wondering if
the internet
is a safe place


I mean, it also has walls
And there's also a police

Plus, the net
is supposed to capture...


Yet,

Here I am

Captured

within this web

Of

Poetry.

Am I a criminal? Or am I some prey?

Why am I here Today?

At the highway
A man speeds up his mustang
like he does his life

a locket
won't open
without key

1._

Title: Invisible


I watched the metro from across a bench.
A man with tattered clothes, smiled to me.
A woman with messy hair, smiled to me.
A kid sitting in the metro, smiled to me.
I stood up. I went inside a building.
A woman in the restroom, smiled to me.
they smiled to me.
To me
to me...

I am

Ready to crawl with my soul
And sneak under my sheets
I want to hide and stay still...
No, I just want to sleep!

There's no day I wish to rest
Except when I feel fully alive:
Awake widely,
Rested - feeling filled with peace,
Seriously, that is not the case.


December 25,2016

I met the sword on my saddle today
I took it out
And I swayed it to the air
As if with its sharpness, it could cut
even the oxygen that you breathe,

But too foolish, I was,
to just swayed it and swayed it to the air,
I should have kept it in the saddle,
And just breathe the air

February 24, 2015

I'm a selfish creature. A human...
I can't blame myself for that,
But I'm a selfish creature with a choice,
To be selfish or unselfish,
And for my choice, I can blame myself.

What  are you doing my lord?
Sometimes, I simply don't understand....
Have I deviated from my path?
Have I forgotten why I came into this world?

But every now and then
When I listen to the silence in my head
I hear the throbbing of my heart amidst my chest
And my senses perceive what I meant to do

Breathe.

I breathe the essence of the day,
I breathe the thoughts that come into my head
I breathe anything
So long as it doesn't suffocate me

And here I'm my lord
Grasping for air, I have come to a stop
I'm no longer sure
If this is the path that I must walk
To get to you

I've gone insane, and took the In
Out of the Insane
And now, that sane remains
It doesn't feel the same

I wandered letters in between my dreams
I searched for words and I found a sentence in between
And now I search for nothing
And nothing comes
I always find that which I'm searching for

I searched for death and I found it in my friends
I searched for love and I found it in me instead

What is it God that I must search now, let me know!
What is it God that I must find in order to move on?

I searched for you and I found you in my soul.
I searched for you and I found you in every human in the world.
Then I searched and searched for me,
Until I found me lost,
I searched and searched,
And I found what I searched for

But that was before I took the In
Of out the Insane
And now that sane remains
Nothing feels the same

Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me,
like once love did...
Should I safeguard you in my hands?
To rot forever with my flesh?
Like once love did...
Or should I bite and feed from you?
To taste you whole and fall for you
Like once you did to me....
Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
Why do you do this to me?

I wanna run into the arms of the Present
and tick tock my way out out of my worries
like a ballerina happily tip toeing, pirouetting
her way throughout a dance floor

I wanna be held tightly but gently and passionately
by the hands of my Present, but most of all,
I want this Present
to let each second escort me safely to my destiny

From today onwards,
I will choose to see the world
as there is no evil nor any goodness
But rather
as there is a bunch of ignorance
caused by a lack of a fully developed intellect
in humans

Everyday,
I will strive to be less of an ignorant
But I will try to remember
that no matter how much knowledge I posses
I will always remain an ignorant

I will choose to give my very best every single day
even when my very best isn't enough,
but least, at the end of the day,
I won't live with regrets;
Other than, with the regret
that my very best isn't good enough.

I will also choose to doubt everything
Even my own self
Until I no longer doubt
And everything becomes clear.

And when I find myself thinking negatively,
I will continue to do so, just to get an idea of
the worst case scenario
To later gather the positive aspects
And move forward from there

I will choose
while I have the choice to do so.

Someone once asked, why do you write?
I replied, “because I need to let it out”
but came one day, when I needed to write
yet no words were coming out due to lack of time
So I asked myself once more, why do I write?
I replied, “because I want to”
but came one day when I wanted to write
yet all the words seem forced
so I asked again, why do i write?
This time, I thought about it deeply
then replied
“i write because i can
and i can because i want to
and i want to because i need to
and i need to ... make the time to write”

a cricket
bugs a frog
on a log

a boxer
boxes men
in a ring

You know what you must do,
Yet you do not do what you must.
Is it a lack of motivation,
Or procrastination that alienates you
from doing what you must?

Whatever it is,
just do...

When I'm moody,
Color me blue and let me cry.
Let my eyes be as immense as the sky,
So you may watch them day and night.
So you may see why I become stubborn and blind.

Let the clouds in my eyes
be blown by the wind into other skies
Let the clouds clear up Before your eyes
And when sunshine rays appear in them
be sure to know
That is a genuine smile

I, watched grown men and women, live alone.
Their families forgot them, left them in the streets
as if they were trash. No wonder,
their heart grew weary in loneliness

Mom talked to them. Gave them food
whenever she could. The old men and women
came to visit, smiled, and looked happy.
Though, when they were lonely, their heart was cold
but in company, it grew fonder

All it took for the old men and women
was a sign of care from someone else, to live life
With love and gratitude.

In my dreams,
I built a castle with bricks,
and then
a house with wood,

and I ended up sleeping
in none.

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove.
And in you, I swam.
And from you, I drank...
till I drown?

But you weren't just water. Were you?
You were fire.
And in you, I walked.
And in you, I ran.
And from you, I burned...
till I died?

But you weren't just that...were you?

You were the fire and the water.
You were both, simultaneously.
You quenched my thirst for love.
You extinguished the flames of fear that devoured me each day
with your water of love.
And when the water rose, and too much love was drowning me,
you evaporated the waters, with your fire of trust till I could have my own space to breathe...

But you weren't just that... Were you?

You were also the air.
The one I breathed in.
The one I breathed out
every day?

You were also the earth.
The one that I walked on.
The one who supported my weight?

You were the four elements in one.
And in turn, you became
an important element in my life.

I may come to you
like a wave
Quietly at night
Or like a tide
crashing at the shores
But love
I may come

a lamp on a room-
with a switch, turns the lights on,
now on the kitchen

May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I yearn to be home,

oh heaven oh heaven
Or hell

Could them be my home?

I feel lost in these streets that I have crossed, i feel like I walked trough fire but I did not get burn,
oh god I feel, I feel and it hurts


But it's not my skin that aches,
not my heart but my soul,
It hurts

Thus thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I want to be home

Or rather I want to be nothing

Just gone.

Like a ring around your finger,
I remained with you
Until you removed me

until you lost me

I feel as lonely as the stool in the kitchen
no one speaks, there are no lights,
Everyone sits on the sofa including the kitten
Not even the dog barks.

a cricket
chirping
flies

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep, near a void
with darkness unseen
i grab a rock.
i walk. i hear a crack.
i talk.
i stare down below

no long ago, i climbed my way up
with ****** hands, with injured knees
i made my way
to where blue skies and green trees
are seen

now, standing near this precipice
staring down below
i hear the darkness calling my soul
i feel my skin rejecting the sun
the greens does not appeal to me anymore
colors are dull

i want to let go
i want to experience a free fall
i want to embrace the darkness
in a way, i never have before

So while standing near this precipice
while staring down below
i hear a crack. i hear a clock ticking.
tick tock. i walk. I talk.
I toss the rock.

I was hiding in a pen,
held by a hand,
And as the hand used me,
I was the words
that the hand wrote:

Fresh,
Then dried,

But Still, I was me,

the ink.

I must say,
A part of my soul was left behind,
in the many places where the hand wrote.
And as the hand wrote, in many places,
my lifespan shorten more and more.

Until all that was left of me
Was my vessel, the pen,
the body, that the hand held,

With so much love,

And the parts of me that were left behind,

That weren't tossed into the trash.

What if I told you,
That when I sleep, I like hugging my pillow.
And what if I told you,
that sometimes, when I sleep,
I like feeling my pillow in between my legs
and not just in my head?

What if I told you,
That my blanket covers me from the cold
but that it is my pillow,
the one that helps me feel safe?

So what if I told you
That that pillow is you and no one else?

in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so
yet often times, i bleed

i bleed.

the thorns are thick, my skin is thin

i faint.

the sun awakes me nonetheless
the rain hydrates me, I could care less
these clouds opaque my view, it seems

in fields of roses sweet, i swirl

i bleed.

These eyes as brown as Earth
And these tears that flow like rivers
are the land where you walk on
are the water you drink from
yet these very same eyes
are the very same eyes
that keep a watch on you.

Night
you are dark,
though stars keep you company
even the moon accompanies you
See, you make everyone shine
everyone
except you

Written by: L.L.

It happens very often, Often than ever
I say one thing but the thing I said
Is not the thing I wanted to say
But I said that thing anyways

And the thing is

That I can't say the thing I wanted to say
Because everyone just hears the same thing I said

it happens ever so often,
I stop writing for a day
and it feels like it has been a month
that I haven't written at all,

so when I try to write again,

nothing creative seems to come out of me.

I become an introvert,
an introvert who introspects
about life and death,
who likes to think about thoughts
and the rarity of those thoughts
who would love to know about isaac netwon
and the way,
he communicated with God

ah... religion.

I never truly knew about religion
every man seem the same

I was naive,
I'm naive

I ve been told you are genuine
but
hey

i write about what I comes to mind
to heart
to soul

and that's that

okay.

I wish I were a bird to fly
To soar above the sky
And let my worries be,
Just be, one with the wind.

But I am not a bird
I do not have wings
Nor can I be,
Just be, one with the wind.

a deer eats green grass
as winds sway pastures in warning;
a tiger leaps, ******!

If you start joking too much,
People start to take you less seriously.
Though for the most part,
People enjoy seriousness...

Ah Nah

I'm joking.

a toddler
with loud barks
jumps the dog

Haven't written in a while,

I wished I had
But it was raining
And I only had the set of clothes I wore
No extra pants,
No extra blouse,

Plus I knew I would hear a scream,
"Come inside"
But instead I tripped on a puddle, then I stood up
Soaked, drenched,
And I did not enjoy it
But I wished I had had

Every so often, I wait for your reply,
Here, feeling the keys in my keyboard,
As if the clicking of the keys is telling me
what you have yet to reply,

And I wait,
And I wait,

With fingers in my keyboard, just typing,
unaware if I should send another message,
Or if I should wait

And wait

Till you reply.

a race car
Zig zagging
on freeway

And if I had known
that like lighting you would strike my home
I would have flee into another land
just to secure the lives of those
whom I love

but if I had known
that like rain you would flood my love
I would have gone to the highest peak
this planet of ours has

yet if I had known
that like a river in a desert
you would evaporate from my life
I would have been a desert
all along

And with this,
I conclude my search
I've given up

Though if I search one more time
I may find me some nice info

Perhaps wiki will have the answers
Perhaps google engine
could lead me to the solution

Or may be, yahoo.com?

But ultimately, there's tons of info
to read
There's lot of info
to look at
That I always get caught upon reading
But I don't read
what I am supposed to

Yet it's the same in life, at least it seems to,
There's a lot of people to talk to
There's a lot of people to get to know
But I don't talk to the ones I need to
I always talk to those who by labor of destiny
I stumbled upon on a daily basis
Yet it seems that by fate
I must defy my destiny and follow what I must
For if I follow what I must
I may find my answers
And my solutions

Too often too soon
I swam towards the deepest part of the sea
But I retreated like a boat
beign pushed back into the shores
by the same tides
that once pushed me towards you

Creativity is nothing out of the ordinary
It's like drinking water
A couple of liters throughout the day
Working,
Exercising,
Going for a walk
Feeling the wind against our skin;
Sweating
Then arriving home.
Preparing a hot meal. Cleaning.
Showering.
Then off to bed
That's how creativity is

Tiring ourselves with the routine,
Until while relaxed
The ideas start to flow
As if they were a dream

Do you think I'm random
When I speak randomly
About any random subject
That jumps into my mind randomly?

Do you think that I can randomly think
without randomly choosing
what I would say randomly?

Or do you think that I can randomly think
While I randomly choose
What I would say randomly?

I can't let my thoughts wandered,
my mind is a temple in ruins,
there's debris and weak foundations,
thus, if by chance,
I let them wandered,
my mind and I, could collapse

and in the process,
**** those thoughts along with me.

When I was born, I may just have slept
Between a bed with torns and petals
One side beign heaven
The other hell
So if in my sleep, I turn to torns
I may bleed to awake in pain
And if I turn to petals
I may continue to peacefully sleep