I want to be a writer -
and like a new poker player -
I'm starting to evaluate my cards.

I post on several poetry sites
I find syncing them kind of hard.

'Cause I'm the model of imperfection
heck, I'm the Edison of mistakes -
a teenager half-heartedly committed
to doing whatever it takes.

Does it help that I'm never happy?
That I constantly make updates?

At times I feel the proverbial cat
chasing its own tail -
but I think I'm making progress
- like a literary snail.

There the floating scholar of green lines read,
There the shading peasant of sun-fields plowed,
There the fleeing empress of coral red gowns,
There the graying knight of frost-broken vows.
A tree is a haunted ruin of bare limbs and rooms.

But thought scurries around like a five-lined skink
With its tail shimmering blue as oil floating on water.

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

Im standing on the edge.

A fifty-foot drop has never looked so appetizing.

 I want to step forward and take a bite.

I see the asphalt below as candy, and i my sweet tooth is aching.

 Im being held back by what little support i have left.

They tell me taking that first step has no return, that it will ruin my figure, that there is no plastic surgeon that can fix the mistakes i would make.

The cravings are pulling me in, i need a taste of the sweet release.

I cant get it off my mind.

I was speeding on the drive to the top of the cliff.

Every tree looked like a silencer to the voices in my head.

The street signs are my goodbye notes.

and the ground fifty feet below, is the beginning of the end.

Thank you, im sorry. Sincerely the forgotten.

I desire a daily verse:
A dose of well-worded fun;
Be it verbose or terse
Wrap it in a witty pun!

Le piccole cose
che amo di te
quel tuo sorriso
un po' lontano
il gesto lento della mano
con cui mi accarezzi i capelli
e dici: vorrei
averli anch'io così belli
e io dico: caro
sei un po' matto
e a letto svegliarsi
col tuo respiro vicino
e sul comodino
il giornale della sera
la tua caffettiera
che canta, in cucina
l'odore di pipa
che fumi la mattina
il tuo profumo
un po' balsé
il tuo buffo gilet
le piccole cose
che amo di te

Quel tuo sorriso
strano
il gesto continuo della mano
con cui mi tocchi i capelli
e ripeti: vorrei
averli anch'io così belli
e io dico: caro
me l'hai già detto
e a letto sveglia
sentendo il tuo respiro
un po' affannato
e sul comodino
il bicarbonato
la tua caffettiera
che sibila in cucina
l'odore di pipa
anche la mattina
il tuo profumo
un po' demodé
le piccole cose
che amo di te

Quel tuo sorriso beota
la mania idiota
di tirarmi i capelli
e dici: vorrei
averli anch'io così belli
e ti dico: cretino,
comprati un parrucchino!
E a letto stare sveglia
e sentirti russare
e sul comodino
un tuo calzino
e la tua caffettiera
che é esplosa
finalmente, in cucina!
La pipa che impesta
fin dalla mattina
il tuo profumo
di scimpanzé
quell'orrendo gilet
le piccole cose
che amo di te.

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.

Complete Solace
After evey difficulty there is complete solace
Sheer contempt and hatred can change into love
What a wonderful system of Lord with grace
Love remains a complete chain all from the above
Beauty has its own reward to cherish to celebrate
To bring resonance in all difficult hours of trial
Lord is great to ameliorate this sweet excellent state
In every difficulty we have to have this for a while
Life is a great gift to be taken with all humbleness
Humans are the best creation ,is declaration of Lord
From the first day of bearth till last day its bless
Lord is extra kind to lookafter His every sweet ward
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright July 2o2o Love Remains

There's a lot to say about the water
Almost as much there is water
As much as there is salt
And as much as it is bitter

As much as there is treasure
As much as there is gold
An amount that you can't measure
An amount that's very old

As much as there a ships
Boats, yachts and canoes
As much as there are oceans,
Rivers, dams and swimming pools

As much as there are bones,
Rotting flesh and shining scales
As sharp as the teeth eroding stones
And gliding tails

Theres a lot to say about the water
Almost as much as there is water
As much as there is land, life
And there is love

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I am so tired
My brain is unwired
The neurones are not firing
I need rewiring
I need plugging in
Just like an AI
But I wonder why?

Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Todays new millionth sunrise bids me stand,
observe the river traffic from my kitchen window,
accept that my takings are debts,
a few, even paid back,
yet, most still owed,
for the origins of all my poems,
are oddly and oddity old,
unoriginal, second, third handed
as I look through the eyes of the dead,
and yours too,
this my unoriginal,
original sin....
(pretending  I am a poet)

I think in feeling too much, I forgot what it means to feel at all

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

I don't believe
Freedom is real
I do believe
This world
Understands
No more wars
Stop it before it began

I don't believe
Your world
Is the same
Millionaires
I do believe
Freedom
Has yet to come