*No matter how much I resisted it,
The one word I've only said once,
Goodbye*
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
The old veteran waiting at the corner of the street,
Often seen all alone on his wheelchair,
With a flag on the back, a smile on his face,
Even during the coldest winter nights,
Seems like he's waiting for someone to arrive,
But who knows,
Maybe someday I'll ask the story.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Can just for one moment we stop by,
Sit alone in the corner of a coffee shop,
And just look at every passerby?
Every single one of them has a story to tell.
A reason for their decisions,
The consequences of their choices,
About their love and heartbreak,
Their dreams and nightmares,
Their moment of joy and glory,
The night they were weeping till morning,
The one thing they pray for every night,
All the precious things taken for granted,
The list of places they'd like to wander,
And the one place they often call home,
I believe none of them should apologize,
For all the ways they chose to survive.
And maybe then, just maybe then,
The world will seem to be a better place,
Can just for one moment we stop by,
And appreciate this beautiful sonder of life.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
The stars they often wondered,
In constellations they often clustered,
Until one day they realized,
That they just found their universe.
This beautiful pattern time, space and gravity weave,
It is what is called the universe.
For everyone who looks above,
They are the centre of the universe.
For what was the end of space,
Was the begging of time,
And what emerged from a Big Bang,
Was born from a blackhole.
For what is a lifetime for us,
For him was just a moment,
The only one place we've seen is so timeless,
Imagine about the whole universe.
The invisible force they call gravity,
Even without touching it keeps everything together,
For the universe had to make up for,
The isolation that was left there somehow.
For light years those photons had traveled,
Across an infinite of solitude and emptiness,
Just so that they can create a picture,
And reflect themselves in the iris of an eye.
Everything is always in motion,
It had to expand to thrive and grow,
There is no concept of fixed in the cosmos,
For something moving so fast it's barely moving.
A mind so tiny relative to celestials,
Could think about the entire universe.
The only thing aware of its existence,
The universe is just looking for its purpose.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
*How naive are those who often confuse,
With loneliness,
The taste of solitude*
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
You should know that you're beautiful,
You'd never say but you make it obvious,
You see I would too love to ask you out,
Take a walk and lie under the sky,
And when the moment comes kiss you goodnight.
But you know every piece of my story,
A faint, distant and fading memory,
In every single face I search those traces,
Every single perfume I find her fragrance,
On every single crack I trace her kisses,
Her words rhymes with every single note,
It's lacking her beauty; every place I go,
I have wounds now where she used to touch,
Deep, invisible, old and rust,
Her name in every single wish I now repeat,
Haven't talked to god ever since,
In a divine entity I no longer believe.
Half of my heart is the best I can ever do,
But for the other half is what I'd be living for,
You see I would too love to ask you out,
But in the process of trying to fix myself,
I'd be slowly damaging you.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
The fire that burned everything?
Every single thing I carefully amassed,
My diary of thoughts and poems,
Every song I wrote and my acoustic guitar,
The moments trapped in those photographs,
My cheap telescope my cosmic time machine,
My passport, doctor's note, my social security,
All those drugs I took to stay alive.
I burned my hands trying to extinguish,
Until those little snowflakes assisted,
The clouds of ashes took a while to subsidize,
After I lost everything; what I had I realized,
That beautiful ivory box that you loved,
Something very valuable was kept safe inside,
Only our handpicked set of memories survived.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
When the night is cold; it's cold and numb,
Snowflakes they touch; they touch your skin,
You run to yourself; from yourself you run,
That's how solitude feels; solitude never felt like this.
Somehow I had to die; die to be reborn,
To find a map; a map of where I went,
Where the stars they shine; they shine brighter it seems,
Did this one thing; one thing it did for me.
To communicate the intensity; intensity of my inner world,
And be besides something; something I created,
This is why I write poetry; This is why I write poetry.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
Who is high enough to love her like this?
If it were that easy,
everyone would be high.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Few people have heard the story,
Of the first snowflake to make the journey,
To hug and save the heating earth,
He travelled with wind for many miles,
To reach the ground he thought he missed,
He was dead as soon as they kissed.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC