Let me be your match
Light me up
And I will be your light
Thru the darkest nights
As I burn in flames
And wish my blaze will last longer
This fire will be your comfort
And I care not to become ashes
For I have given you my all
But grant me one favor
Always remember my flame.

yesterday, on the peaks of the noon,
i climbed the ridge of silence, void,
and darkness, to have passed
about three nautical miles
i still was on the west side of the rout,
the boredom was so awake,
that I could feel it biting my patience
with its three relative teeth,
and then from the darkness
snowy peaks of the evening
were coming down on me
the word, God and you.

scramble panic
on the bay of hippos
I camp with treacle

The need precedes the deed,
Your look swiped right out of a book,
Your smile is tipsy with guile,
Your love as casual as a shrug,

The Moon must have kissed her
—before I
and the moon must have missed her
—more than I
fore her love only came to me, in waves,
and I'd beg

for mercy


my love
my love come back to me
but she was meant for the sea
and I—
could not follow.
So in her divine love,
the love of life and light to follow
she carved out paths for me
and brackish water set us free

i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself

do you hear it
rain at the window

do you hear the lightened notes
of hammers on skin

tunnels fade into waterways
paths are shallow pools

we laughed at the word

damp

the understatement

all wet clothes, mops
and buckets

later he said he would have
fetched me in the truck yet

there is no vehicular access

don’t get wet, don’t get wet
again

we laughed
and carried on with the day patiently

ridding ourselves of the valuables
of no value

things from the past

james

so you know the pattern?

if the name has lowercase things
will continue a while and if uppercase

it has ended

I have written about love
Many times before
But in truth
I have never been in love
I have dreamt of it
So many times
But I have never felt its warmth

And it has always torn me apart
Sometimes I felt unworthy
And hated myself
But other times I felt
I had so much love to give

Yet I've always known
That no one wants me
And it has always haunted me
Even now as I'm failing to fall asleep
Or actually, crying myself to sleep
I ask myself why

A traitor’s kiss
A child’s return
A fighter’s fist
Ecstasy’s burn

None of these
Can claim the prize
Each knee shall bow
That all might rise

a letter to mr. bear

matilda spent the morning
alone in her room
selecting colors
from her #8 box of crayons
she's depicting winter scenes
like the season's first snow
she's writing a letter to mr. bear
he'll wake up in the springtime
with matilda's letter & drawings
lying beside him in his cave
he'll learn that he missed father christmas
ice skating snowball fights & sledding
all the fun things of winter
matilda's drawings will show him
all that he missed
while sleeping

the moon shadowed my soul as I break down,
eyes glistening with crystal like teardrops,
expecting thee yet overthinking drown,
art thou still shining within your own lapse?

Entice me with your coquetry
so precise that it’s like poetry
I meet it with my suavity
in a game with reciprocity
I appreciate the honesty

If making mistakes
Is part of growth
My mistakes
Are certainly helping me grow.

I bought a magic rug
from an ugly genie
it was no longer snug
but frail, old and skinny

I took it for a ride
like Aladdin would
but it could only glide
and wasn't flying good

I asked for a new deal
and an extra wish
but genie turned me to an eel
a frail, old, skinny fish

My doctor diagnosed me
with restless legs
and I say:
That is my body trying to outrun itself,
my legs try to flee
when it believes my mind is already asleep,
it is searching for a way out
but only finds discomfort
and never-ending sleepless nights
in its fight to be free

I've stopped caring.


Does that make me selfish?

dear a-

maybe you love and you lose that love quickly-
but maybe you deserve more than what's in front of you...
more than scars and blood and salt tears,
maybe a different salt-
from sand and stars and gentle waves
maybe different scars, the kind that burrows into your heart,
sinks in like ink and etches a simple
i love you.
and you know that the ocean is your happy place,
so close your eyes and dream.

Some people are cut out for this,
They fill and overflow.
I am pierced with holes.
And while my love for you is real,
Everything flows in and out.
I work like a fountain,
Wishing to grow bigger,
To shelter you instead of raining on your head.
You are precious,
And I pull and pull everything I can from
The pipes underground.
Still my patterns remain.
I can't break free from this stone,
For you or for me,
But I'll keep trying.

His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you

If I walk down this path
Will you follow me ?
Hold my hand
Soothe  me
Let our shadows intertwine

Will you not be by my side
Every step of the way
Be judgemental
Question me ?

This path of life
Is mine alone
No book or map to guide me
Just a mind wandering
Like my soul
Free

Don’t wait
til it’s too late
take time to love now
don’t put it off til somehow
or sometime I will find the time
to spend a moment with you, to speak
to listen with great attention and reflect
on what you say to find your soul and connect
with it if just for a moment a moment of eternity…

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

you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.

Sing a song,
a relationship that is strong.
Cry a rain,
Keeping to yourself all the pain.

To walk the barren rocky lay,
across the tattered lands,
brought madness that which came to stay,
inside the broken sands.

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.

Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not

why should I apologize
for being a monster
when no one apologized
for turning me into one