Staggering pain

Placing your hopes like a new prey

talking to me like your new bait

Thinking about you makes me suffocate

Decimate

Penetrate

Whatever's left of my cremate(d) heart

The smile that suffers
The void that felt heavier
The green eyes filled with craters

The life we wanted wasn't meant for us
The stars we held crushed before us
The love we chased couldn't have us
The dreams we had crippled us
The days we moaned with passion are behind us

The perfect story has been loathed
The yelling and fights has been silenced
The tears has been iced
The bright sky has been covered
The beautiful memories has been devoured

The glaciers covered the heart
The mistakes filled with dirt
The tragic stories that hurt

Some  poems are not intended to heal old wounds
but to scorch them

for the pain is the only high we have left
that cares enough to hurt  us

Does it hurt?
What?
Dying

Does it hurt
What?
Writing

Does it hurt
What?
Memories

Does it hurt
What?
Running

Does it hurt
What?
Lying

Does it hurt
What?
Numbing

Does it hurt
What?
Crying

Does it hurt
What?
Silence

Did it hurt
What?
Loving

Are you a gangster or
a thief seeking attention

Are you an artist or
a  voyager painting words

Are you a poet or
a plagiarist seeking love

Are you a Saint or
a sinner searching for salvation

Are you my heart or
a tattooed scar stuck on my chest

Are you a fisherman or
a sailor giving life a second chance

Are you the moon or
a lonely sun ravaging through your days

Are you moving forward or
dragging through tormenting memories

Ugh
Not again
You have that pensive look
the slurred algebraic expression
that algorithmic stench
Molten into confusing matrix
Geometrically weirdly shaped

Please shut up
I can't take it anymore
Your meagerly written poems
the frustrating metaphors
baked with suffocating syllables
dude, what the heck is a pensive look

There's a huge probability it won't
delve out any logical statistics.
the equations alone will alienate you
the calculus involved is far ahead of your time
just stick with trigonometric thoughts
C'mon you already know the plane of your thighs are sophisticated*

is that a compliment
Painting splendid imagery
that nobody else understands
a poet lurking in words
always writing  
Unfiltered intricately worded poems

When love is enough

When greed is vanquished

When the tears of the homeless are wept

When we can  feel the winter in there bones

when we stand by our fellow beings in there darkest hours

When we leap with lepers

When we eat with the poor

When you're frustrated, all you hear is the opposition that, the government here, and the people t h e r e

When you know that your yesterday was worse and nothing is being done to assuage your pain today

When we refuse to be ruled by heartless tyrants

When we explore more on creativity that is being drained

When  we shake the system back to its rhythm

A list of my problems
Sung like an anthem
Your the least to my miseries
Like the fine black berries or red cherries
Succulent and mouth watering

The tales to my secret survivor
Your kind and good behavior
Outnumbered your hypocrisy
By all my strengths still would stretch
All you wanted was to fetch, and leave me for clutches
Those crocodile tears are the least, least to my problems
  
It’s too late for the reconciliation
Just like you left a ‘fool ‘for humiliation
I was the least to your excuses and my downfalls,
Overshadowing the good deeds, take heed
You're the least to my rise and anxieties, the least to my problems

..
     ..
..

She carries her burdened smile
..
everywhere she goes
..
begging for kindness
                  .
everyday of her   .     days
                                       .
                                                .
Shelter her today                              .
                                                                ­      .
For your tomorrow might be heavier                   .
                                                                ­        .
Forget the hate                                        .
                                                           .
And be her angel                       .
                                            .
Offering better days   .
                            
ahead         






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Walking slow
Cause am drunk

Singing songs
to forget your love

Buying duct
to tape my heart

Weeping for
my ailing heart.

You said
I'll never be alone

I know am far
from perfect

But you promised me
the stars

ever since
I've been singing
songs of a broken heart

We must always struggle to rescue ourselves

Without rain nothing grows

There's end to every storm,
If you believe and keep hope alive

pain demands to be felt

Maybe I'll exhibit an ounce of satisfaction
When I see your heart fumbling on the floor,
On account of all the pain and sorrow it caused

No
Your burden doesn't turn you into a Saint
And no
You will not cloak yourself on hope
You'll not shade the bitterness that comes with hate
you will long for and sail on dejection,
Always looking on dreadfulness of your past tales

Dry your eyes
am talking to you
As days bleed into years
you'll soak up a great deal of agony
your life will be on a constant loop of despair

And then
Only then
You will remember this poem

Blessings are for the one who controls his tongue from vicious and useless talks

My poems are so dark that sometimes they frighten me
do I hate or enjoy darkness?
does it define me?
Is this the person that  I am deep down?
Would you read THIS POEM and still think that Born is sane?

Which person shuns hope
In such a sweet way, that he almost entices you into despair?
Who the heck writes such an emotive piece
that screams help me
But doesn't rely ask for it

Does my path lead to purgatory
a haunting forsaken place?
Why call myself Born
If am dead inside.

Why do I lie to myself
that my poems are filled with light that will brighten my days
is hopelessness a gift to be shared or devoured and isolated?
is a ray of light that frightening?

Nostalgic** of those days when I had a dream. When I walked down the streets and hoped someday I'll be free

Fate I wish I had a peek at you, I'd accept you and put hold to my illusions. The ones I dared to call dreams

but now, am feeble
I just want to be alive

this world is savage
it'll dice your hopes and hold you hostage
my heart weeps for you

the stabbed wounds and the vocals that I offered against malice has left me broken and lonely

I'm perplexed by how we hide our strengths in the shadows

We've been offered cheap thrills at the expense of our sanity

I'm pondering on the pounds that were accepted,
in order for us to be pounded

bruises and suffering is all we get
is our existence that invalid?

When poets thought I was dead
When my ashes were  scattered
When I was  running
and my heart was stuck on a barbed wire


When I am  too old to create rhymes
couldn't pull heartstrings with my ink
or color a beautiful city with crayons

When my words were plagiarized
and I fell victim to the inevitable  

When the tsunami tides were approaching
and you sent me a rhythmic piece
to keep me company

When I could barely form words,
that would impress my shadow
When you lighten up my bolt
by commenting a sacred criticism and love for my pieces

she's a corrosive story
Hidden within a mirror
Never to be heard again

As I gulp down my favorite cheap *****
I wondered  with amazement at my ignorance
And the vicious adage that crippled me
love is blind

You were a ruthless callous soul
and still
remnants of your cold heart still linger in my thoughts
loving you was devastating

Pride is the sin of all sins

We were diamonds
Riding on a carriage of dreams
that kept us going

Courageous despite smoky years
eyes on the price
believing its what we wanted

But it ain't what most people think it is
You follow it and it becomes an obsession
and you stray further from reality

You keep wanting and not living
Life becomes a dream
all you had to be was happy

Don't chase a false reality
contentment is what matters


Stuck
In a world filled with greed
and cynic beings
longing for What never was

Memories, memories grinding your brain
Scorching wound opening up
A prisoner in your own body
A prisoner in my own body

Sigh! exhausting pain
Reminiscing on those days
When icicles is all that mattered
When we were busy
Paper chasing
Life chasing
Dream mending
Afraid of being popped
Holding on a hopeless rope
Screaming at the top of my lungs

God......
I know you got me
Am a sinner but I know you got me

I reckon the ages when the fogies
did ,that which wasn't bogey
and reasons why seasons did sizzle
a past never altered to past tense
for this is my utterance

Lost had nothing to post
just a gaze ,giring me a phrase
this is now the boat of amazement
bloated ;though it towed it lagged my bragging heart to fuse

I beckon with ease but not bliss
though to find peace but just please
jammed on.....
crumbled thoughts ,crumpled mind forth with a wrinkled ****** looks.
It was nothing special!

it took no nook,cranny not all the kin
all in all I found myself on the book

Something felt to be great ,
with the magnitude of the concocted ideas
the amazing grace 'song' just leveled to the latitude
those were the days ,no longer the same
Blame the game

Curtain drawn ,not yet certain
the pain is gone but still torn
born a new but just with some .....to cling on

I obliged to lean on a clean page
For the idea is no longer oblivious
Various scenes but not the obvious

I love the illusion earth has to offer
the vanity
the supposed happiness
that I cling to
Forgetting that
Every good thing
Must come to an end

When the questions remain questions

Inside every person you know,
There is a person you don’t know

Only those  you trust can betray you

She lives in a forgotten tone
thoughts of a fairy rhyme
Still taunting her fingertips

Today
the world felt heavier
but
Her pale blue eyes
Always shining despite the craters

She traipsed all over the city
Searching for her lost kick
Stuck in time
with words stuck in her throat

Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya

As time trickle down the stream,we bow down to fate, saluting the years