not from a reflection or from

reliving an awkward *****-up

and feeling my brain crunch

Instead, I saw myself

in a dozen eyes darting mine

and in hushed murmurs with my passing by

I saw my form

in the empty space within four walls

and for the first time in a long while

I sobbed

Forget me don't forget me
the lone star is aglow
and I fade beneath
its light of sorrow
the same light
that shimmers you so

I am tired
But I can’t sleep
I am sick of running
But I can’t  stay
I want to move
But there’s a trap ahead
I want to go back
But I’m many steps too late

The ashes of the past
cover me pale from head to toe
I don't belong here
in renditions of times ago

Were we not

living on less

hoping for more

from what we lost

having waited

for too long

Under a great oak wood by our cliff
sunset rays pierce through
rainbow chuff and widespread arms
and spinning bare feet on damp grass

How does one find the rhythm to write
How does he with the ink pen define
Emptiness so sudden and still rhyme?

I forgot tenth-grade poetry class
My certificate will gather dust
And I will author a tale of heart

Stanzas, lines and rhymes: these I know well
But inside I don't want to reflect
I want to bleed on the page till it soaks red

So how does one find the rhythm of life
How does he make it all rhyme
And still recover his long lost smile?

I love you
and I am sorry
Are three words
that are said too much
and could never weigh enough
to fill
the void I burrowed in you.

Nevertheless
I'm still hopeful :)

The day has been long
And the toil has proven hard
But in the end, all for which we have labored,
in whose harvest we placed great hope,
was indeed fruitful
While there were losses and betrayers
We kept firm the lesson in our hearts and minds
and it has guarded us all this time
Even as we bid thee a goodnight
know that just as dark falls heavy on lands over yonder
and similarly harks the call of light come the morn
so must you cherish hope in barren times
that the end is far from thee
for after darkness, a new light ever is foreseen

I direly miss
rolling around
playing with my cat
sleeping at dawn
getting up after dark

A shadow blew past me
across busy streets
she had snow dyed hair
I think
and wore a familiar scent
of cologne whose name
I never knew
a gateway to a memory
that I cannot remember
when a linen rose in
a cardboard box you
gave to me
and your heart sang from
a piece of corner torn
paper