(n). an excessive and abnormal love
and deep attraction to music and melody.

It feels much like suffocation
In a room with ventilation.*

- (A.F)

The worst thing
Someone could do
Is underestimate
Someone's intelligence.*

- (A.F)

Her body is
Calligraphy.
Her attitude is
Old English.

Her eyes are
Morse Code.
Her smile is
Hieroglyphics;

Her soul is
Cuneiform.
Her words
are Meroitic.

But her mind is
Masonic Writing
Where as she keeps
So many secrets.*

- (A.F)

Success is a cat

And there is more than
One way to skin it.

Just think outside
Of the box while
The rest are in it.

Go and live your life
Without a limit,
Because we could die
At any minute.

Be yourself
And watch
The rest mimic.
Have patience,
Health clinic.

Accept your flaws,
Mistakes,
And everything within it,
Because
True perfection
Is a ******* gimmick.*

- (A.F)

When it comes to communication,
We're slowly losing touch.

There is still a lot of ignorance,
Violence, hate, greed, and such.

Well, have we forgotten about those
Who're always on the dutch?

Maybe one day we will need help
For when we are in the clutch.

But to make a difference,
one could only handle so much.*

- (A.F)

She seemed innocent at first,
Now she's stealing men's hearts.*

- (A.F)

You told me you loved me,
What changed your mind?*

- (A.F)

Those three words
Are still stuck
On my throat,
Trying to crawl
Its way out.

Those three words
Makes it harder
For me to breathe;
Choking on my
Every word that
I wish to say to you.

Those three words
Began in my heart,
Then made its way up,
Coughing out my love.

Now those three words
Are eating me up inside;
Feeding off the battered up
Remains like a stray dog
Searching for leftovers.

I should have known better
That those three words
Would swallow me up
And slowly **** me inside

All because I chose
To keep them safe;
Far away from lies.*

- (A.F)

I heard
That you can
Buy happiness
Now-a-days,
So how much
Can I get for
Twenty-five cents?

Because
I'm sure you know
The grass is not
Always greener
On the other side
Of the fence.*

- (A.F)

Am I a poet?

Because I so happen
To write down
Terrible tragedies
So beautifully.

Am I a poet?

For simply writing
Every emotion
You could never
Put into words.

Am I a poet?

For my inspiration
Deriving from
What I see and
People I encounter.

Am I a poet?

When in actuality,
I'm just thinking
Outside of the box
I learned to treasure.*

- (A.F)

I heard that you're an expert
At breaking many hearts.*

- (A.F)

Darling, I told myself
That I might as well
Enjoy this life 'cause i'm
Bound to go to hell.

I'm doing swell
And as far as I can tell.
All of my **** regrets
Doesn't ring a bell.

The doctor put me on
Milk cream and *****,
'Cause he's just trynna
Put himself in my shoes.

He mentioned he's got
A spare bible I could use.
I'm not much of a believer,
But what else do I got to lose?*

- (A.F)

If these walls could speak,
They'd tell you all about Art;
Whispers from spray cans.*

- (A.F)

I imagine a hell to be
Exactly like this planet.*

- (A.F)

She made it seem like
It was the latest trend;
The way she'd always wear
Her heart on her sleeves

After the fashion
Of her heart dressed up
While other girls thought
She was all messed up.

But her life isn't all
Smiles and validation.
Crop tops and crack rocks.
Loitering at backlots.

With shades to hide her tears,
It's clear that her monsters
Doesn't want her to know
She has something to fear.

Lately, she's been high,
Wasted, short on money.
She moved to the city
That is always sunny.*

- (A.F)

My Summer love ended
When she left in June
And she left so soon.

The storm came in before
The flower could bloom
And it rained too soon.

A hotel by the beach.
She loved the calm breeze.
She loved the palm trees.

My Summer love left that
Rainy afternoon
And it rained too soon.*

- (A.F)

I swear, I swear
the diamonds around her neck
cannot compare
to the flowers in her hair.

We stare above,
Fail to wake up and smell
the roses when love
is no longer in the air.

She has her thorns
and I accept them all.
Met her in spring,
but she's leaving in fall.

Changing seasons are the
efflorescence of her pain.
Sunshine in a bottle;
she stores away the rain.*

- (A.F)

She told me,
'Let's go to heaven
For the hell of it'
As she was smiling
To the starry sky
So benevolent.

Irrelevant when I
Couldn't see her eyes
Set on tomorrow,
But it was just her
Imacable positivity
That had killed my
Pessimistic sorrow.

Because in a universe
That's filled with meteorites
And other cosmic debris,
We're just bright stars
Shooting for something
Further than the moon.*

- (A.F)

Darling,
My heart beats for you
Like the fists of
Policemen outside our door.

They have the
Building surrounded,
Much like our love
In the winter air.

They're in search
For the fugitive
Who stole your heart
Held up for ransom.

Honestly, you still shine
Brighter than every
Beam of searchlights
Peeking through the blinds.

But i'm not just a thief
Lying through his teeth,
So don't let me breathe
The fume that you leave me
To believe is your love.

Just hear me out,
Before the men in blue
Place me in the black and white
With those silver bracelets;

I plead guilty of theft,
So let us ****
The time that we have left
With one last kiss
Before we're split apart,

Because
My love for you
Is a crime that
I'm willing to commit.*

- (A.F)

I'm a coyote
And i'm howling at the moon;
Thinking i'm alone...*

- (A.F)