In the joy of handful creations
Destroyed by its own forgetfulness,
Only the remains left with the grave,
I see that it is dark black,
Being the best creation of the creator,
I am so good,
You can come only by the rules,
Who tries to go before the rush,
Arrive empty-handed will leave empty-handed,
The only provision of creation given by the creator,
I am the gift of the creator as a human being,
Life ended in a different way
That’s  the conclusion.
    ----------end--------------

I wrote a note with your name mentioned
But deleted every word within a second
The feeling is long and drawn out
But it’s nothing aside the bigger picture
And much like a small city on this planet
It’s only feels larger when inside of it

Are like chocolates,
Some are sweet,
Some are sweet and sticky,
And others have nuts too.
23/9/2020

The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry

In the war that she made
I found a celestial cave for my soul

a tent of the Night within the night

My sun no longer striking day in her life
still from the light-years that kept us apart

the parts that I miss the most
are the ones that I forgot

I have been in a daze for days
just choosing my words to reach you

silly me I am just a wave of darkness
in the mystery of all irrealities

In the mystery of all irrealities
you are the one I cherish the most

There will be good times

And there will be bad times

We're having the time of our lives.

I can put my boots on blind
Not adverse to working overtime
I'm up before the sun
Don't need to carry a gun
But baby at the end of the day
When I'm tired and sore
I get excited to keep on this way
Even as I start to snore
Cause money don't stretch a long way
When I want to buy so much more

the matter of age is in your head
where it will stay
until you are dead.

I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night

While reading I meet

distant people as neighbours –


so intimately.

I wanna be me
With super powers.

As a child:
(I wanna be me).
As a teenager:
(I wanna be me).
As an adult:
(I wanted to be me).
As - me,
A rock.

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

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

Male aggression starts from womb

A conflation of
Hues filled with lush mystery
Unmatched artistry.

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.

I don't wanna fall in love
with physical touch,
skin to skin,
intimate actions.
If this love is valid,
if this love could give more meaning,
if this love is acceptable,
I would spend the rest of my life
wanting you.

A.X

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 like *******.
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.

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.

Make babies, not by-products of ***.