I must watch the loss like a powerful storm ,
rain will speak silence then the sun will dawn .
Give yourself sometime to rest
your soul has being mourning
in the earliest nights ,
in the coldest mornings .
I am frozen in our last conversation .
Every word exchanged ,now
is fuel for my fixation .
There is a burning need for you be awakened in my mind .
I will go through cremation if you survive ,
If your voice pacifies then speak with mines.
She once told me to yearn for love
means the void, inside
has not learned to love
When the time was grey
I would think of what you told me
chasing what never loved
hurts what does .
There is beauty in the rain
just like there is beauty in your light .
The saint in the shadow,
high in the heaven her sanctum remains
a loving and an enduring , figure to embrace .
What has never killed your heart has never touched your grace .
Tear drops .
My ears partner .
With no ring ,to wipe .
What lays on the surface lays to be .
what moves my grace ,
is that there is no place .
Silence at times is a gift .
I try to forget your name,
But I keep seeing it in lightning
And I hear it in the rain.
I tried to scream
crying for you to stay,
But the words
fall out my mouth
And the wind
only blows them away.
A dismal dystopia.
A dissociative place .
Abducted; from normality
suppressed my thoughts , cunning
My mind craves for instanity .
An eerie valley
streams beyond the tide .
In a place were birds do not fly .
I crumble in my desolation
I resuscitate , revive.
If this was pre -determined
why does my fatality never arise?
when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss
they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on
they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful
people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time
if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive