Fall was the season of detachment,
where she learned to kiss
past loves goodbye

and December was chapped lips,
a burning desire to stay warm

As changes happen overnight,
she holds onto a fever dream
where a kiss was simply
a sweet word
left behind by the wind

Music is the sound that fills the gaps in my knowledge with beautiful lullabies to lull me into ignorance.

The stem between us is cut off
And roots won’t grow
I guess every flower must fade
Even gold doesn’t shine in the shade
Knees buckling are just a phase
And now you’re just my bus stop mate
But I missed it along your side
The door shut on an open pipe
The water won’t flow and fishes count themselves
If February 4th was a myth
Then melting hearts are left in the sun
And let me proceed to February 5th
Where yesterday’s love can be in the recycling junk
Hands are tied
Let the rain unlock my string and rebuild my roots
So let me sigh
While I wave a Golden Goodbye

I love you
With all my heart-
my broken
Heart.

I miss you
With all my tears-
waves of
Agony.

I shall cease to be
If I keep up with your pace
Open up and do you hear me
Shallow graceless race.

Finish line is blury
I'm standing here nor there
I wave my arms for help my dear
Your gaze is unaware.

one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g

unconditional
everlasting love for you
nothing more to say

You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.

Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

righteousness
care
siblings

mom
dad
son
wife

eden

Left and right her hips go when she moves
Brighter than the sun her smile is
To impress any man, she does it with ease
Whenever we are together,I like the way it feels
I swear, she is a star at finesse
Her style, an example it is for many girls out there
Her dresses hold her tight in all the right places
Her gracefulness in the way she moves is for princesses
She is a star in her own league
And she has a heart so big
She cares about even the most lowly placed
Every time we meet, she leaves me pleased

When we had just met, she didn’t easily let me into her life
She played so hard to get like she didn’t really feel a thing for me
But here we are and I sometimes think about having her as my wife
Have her for me as a wife for life
I guarantee this would really get me so pleased
About this,I am so sure because she leaves me yearning for more every time we share a moment
For me, knowing she is coming around is enough to cause excitement
Even when I know she’ll go and thereafter leave me all alone by myself.

[email protected] Ian.

Years of washing,
yet the stains won't fade;
       Washboard worn,
  My fingers,
        Bleed.
A cleansing of my soul,
  is maybe what I need.

     Bits of metal,
  chips of wood;
years of washing,
    yet still,
   misunderstood...

  Years of washing,
   Yet the Stains won't fade;
       Alone, unclean;
Feeling betrayed...

     Years of washing,
    the Stains,
      won't fade;
Ready for the reaper,
    Suit, Tie,
          Decay...

mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

Do not                                      I’m simply
mistake                               ignoring your
my silence                                   mistakes
for ignorance                                silently

I love u for everything u do for me and hate u for everything I could never be for you

if i gave myself
even half of the love i give you
i would be so happy
and confident too

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

as she trudged up the mountain
        ^
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek

I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain

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.

She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.

.
She had a seductive pout
Which excited me - I admit it
I thought I might take her out
And just one bullet did it.

just because i don't fit into your hands
doesn't mean
i don't fit into my own

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.

Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.

im over it.
please stop haunting my mind.

when im happy.
when im sad.
when im angry.
when im feeling.

please stop.
when im trying to sleep
after a long day, week, month.

you appear yet arent here.
so please go away.
and stay away.

- i miss you and i hate it

and if love could talk
i don’t think she would
i don’t think she could
she knows
there are no words to explain
what has happened
she would just hold me
stroke my cheek
and let her tears
do the talking
-i hate to see her cry
~e.m