Had I once been able to see through those eyes,
All that’s hidden in contemptible lies,

I would have known not to get clashed in,
To that brutal ‘street’ of such cold-blooded compassion.

But it is not to the eyes that one would suspect,
What a deep sword in the back two confidants could inject.

Instilled my impeccable faith, friendship- Love even,
Yet such a confiding fault of my own for once believin’

That a rearing so heavy on pompousness and asset,
Could teach fidelity with a sensible mindset!

Now these cutting words, incased in lies,
Leave a sickening pit betwixt my stomach, in a jealous disguise.

Nothing left but wondrous memories turned to dust,
As I rip up the pictures in utter disgust.

But I stop myself and then realize,
That by pursuing this grief, a piece of me dies.

So live and let go, wipe the tears that I shed,
There are faithful crowds I have yet to equate,

And a promising future ahead.

There once was a man
Who stayed up all night
Fishing for hope at the end of a string.
The man got a bite
And he reeled it in tight
To find the line had broke in the spring.
The night became day
With the Sun's painted display
And he started to head back home.
With a tackle at side
And a pale of dreams dried
Fishing wasn't for him anyway.

When creativity knocks
Be sure to let it in
Offer to it your mind
And allow it to spark within  
Because creativity visits
Everyone through
But not everyone is to be creative  
Unless they allow themselves to

If only I could spend, this energy thinking of you
Into something productive, and if I only knew

What you were thinking and what you were feeling
I'd be in a place of reconciling and healing.

But I can't understand the kindness, the charm
Like you wanted me, cared for me, and would do me no harm.

Yet all of these signs lead to the same thing,
The ignoring, dismissal and negativity you bring.

Yes I will miss the security, your touch
Seeing your name and your face on my screen oh so much.

But as my favorite quote says and will always read so-
If they come let them come, if they go.... let them go.

The Crimson sunset
Kissing the blazing skyline
A bleeding palette

I know how you look in the morning,
How your clothes smell like you,
I know where you are most ticklish,
And your favorite foods too.

I know what makes you laugh,
What makes you cry,
I know your deepest secrets,
And your hardest goodbyes.

But we don't talk anymore
And one day we will see,
That I will act like I barely know you,
And like you barely know me.

You know what they say
When one door closes another opens
But what they don't tell you about
Is the time in between
When you are waiting ceaselessly
In an empty room

I was fine,
Just on my own,
Before you came
Oh had I known.
I did not see it,
At first time around,
Yet you pushed and pushed,
And now I'm wound.
So tight around,
That fickle hand
For this is not,
What I had planned.
I thought I saw
Something deeper, something more.
And now the thought of it,
Cuts into my core.
For you have taken,
A part of me,
....And my vulnerability,
You do not deserve to see.
You claim you fell
For only me
But you lost your WORLD
You will surely see.

there was the sun.
brighter than anyone could believe,
passionate with its fire.

and the moon.
a sentimental romantic,
with a wild shimmer.

the moon lusted the luminescent brilliance of the day,
the sun fell for the vivacious spark of night,
and soon the two fell deeply in love.

now the sun had a fate,
a generational inevitability,
of an almighty “solar eclipse.”

solicitous about the phase to come,
as the vibrant colors of blood red
occupied their minds

fret none, said the sun,
for i rise and set for you, my dear,
perhaps the “solar eclipse” may not transpire at all.

but it did.
and the moon did nothing but stand in the way,
as the sun relished in the luminescent glory.

and just like any crossing of paths,
the eclipse came to an end,
and they went their separate ways.