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

Intertwined at one time so intricately
Sadly mistaken for one soul
Now consisting of many fragmented memories
Never forming a real impression that is whole

We have forgotten one another
Realizing that we were the missing piece
Of each other's puzzles
But, a perfect fit isn't the perfect love story

And there are no happy endings, only an endless chase

Its Mild, Its Clement, The
Winds Benign
Those Hands That Move
Call For Time
That Skylines, Mist
The First Rose You See
The Fading Of A Galaxy

Spent a lot of time at Dawn
staring at the mirror.
Sometimes that's all it takes
to attain self recognition,
at least enough to whisper to myself -
You are enough.
Broken, but enough still.
And so I say it
over and again
Until I begin to believe it too

Why am I the one who has to feel this low?
Why am I the one that has to cry these tears alone?
Why do you get to be okay?
Why do you get to be alright?
Why did we have to end over nothing?
Why did you hurt me after you promised you wouldn’t?

metal and twisted
the cage went up the ropes
to find
a long end

the darkness was sticky,
the strain clung to a faint light
with his right hand

for a moment,
he saw resolve

I can't see me unless I have a mirror.
I can see everyone through that glass.
But they are looking at themselves.

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

When you are sad
And you hear the rain dropping down
You might feel it in your heart
Like a crystal sound, glittering around

When you are sad
You might see that sunset
And feel the melancholy of the purple clouds
And see the birds flying around
Singing that gentle song

When you are sad
You might taste that sweet wine
And slowly, seeping into that sorrow
With great joy and pleasure

When you are sad
You are sad
You are...

Sadness has so much depth
That you can enjoy sometimes
It turns and moves in your heart
Like the waves crashing down

As you reach its depth
You might find that you are
Bewildered by its beauty
And begin to see
The love that’s hiding beneath

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.

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

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

A yogi in ancient India
Meditated for years,
He was yearning to find the Source
Of all of the Universe !
At last one fine day he had
A vision of Cosmic dance of matter !

A modern day physicist was
Toying with elementary particles ,
He found that photons behaved
Like amazing tentacles,
And he had to conclude that the
Origin was  by Anthropic design !

Wasteful is a soul that does not emulate her heart's desire.

A conflation of
Hues filled with lush mystery
Unmatched artistry.

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.

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

Soon after
Her vampire kisses
Injected sweet lust
Into my veins

She peeled apart
My aorta
Like pulled pork

And vanished
With the last fragments
Of
Whatever heart I had.

At intervals you chase, not sure what you’ll find
Occasionally separate but at times intertwined

Dismayed I have decided to leave you behind
Sporadically you linger, enveloping my mind

Offering more and not used to being declined
A facade of us exceeding, living combined

Pursuing me in close spaces until I’m confined
Succeeding into the night, anticipating I’m blind

I hear you calling your voice there to remind
Memories are pressed of you being so kind

Deceptive you become upon being unaligned
A separation between us makes you unrefined

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 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.

In between ubiquitous pain
and shallow laughter---
---through my meandering rivers
I think of you

My proclivity for sadness
is my signature
And I’m sitting here
still staring at your pictures

When I said “it’s okay”
you knew it wasn’t fine
and losing a friend is losing a sacred poem
that once was lovingly mine

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.

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