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How I arrived there
I'm not quite sure
through a rabbit hole
or through a door
was it a fraction of a second
or a thousand tears
a world that lives
within my fears?
what I saw with my mind's eye
were shades of me
against the sky
I traveled still through
realms of blue
I touched a dream I had of you

in a life that awaits
our souls would remain
together as lovers
we danced in the rain
I felt a hope I had never known
I saw a light that had never shone
and all the doubt and fear within
had vanished in the very thin
breath
before my death
(-)
praise headgear, worship eyewear.

adore nostalgia, forgive

memorial’s
constant
vigil.

say god
three times, then

say mirror.
and tonight i am here again, my love, my louse, my vice in need-
tonight i am here, on the edge of baring my soul-
clinging to the idea of release,
of letting go.

i am one million unpublished poems. i am five hundred hearts broken, three thousand daring plunges into the dark.

oh love, please- i am scared of your love, though it may be the only real thing i’ve ever known.
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I always write about beautiful girls and compare them with the cheesiest things. but today I write about the woman that has made the most impact in my life. It may sound metaphorical when I say 'without her there's no me' but trust me I've never told a greater truth. On my first day of school I was asked if I lived with a parent or a guardian and I said guardian cos even though you couldn't fly you had the traits of an angel. when I felt too high for you, you ground me. anytime I lost myself, you found me. when I felt ugly, you made sure you styled me. when the times got rough, you filed me. fact is you groomed me into the man I've become, feels like my whole life I watched you go to the beach early in the morning cos all you wanted was to see the rising of your son. prepared me for the day I find another woman and look into her eyes and say I've found the one. the one I want to spend the rest of my life with but till that day comes, I'd still be the little boy who doesn't believe he has a mum but a guardian angel.

thank you
Mum mother
 Apr 2016 Heartbreak Motel
Urmila
The sun, the moon, the stars,
The cuts, the calluses, the scars

The strength, the fear, the trust,
The mind, the soul, the stardust

The inspiration, the love, the friend,
The rope, the fray, the amend

Everything together found in few,
My everything and more,*  *you
You called me sugar
but sweetened your tea with **honey
A metaphor about someone cheating on his wife.
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