To the slight tingling sensation, opening my eyes to half the illumination of the sun rays, branching in, through the wine colored curtains.
He strokes my hair with a smile...
"Good morning"
In a familiar voice, yet still feels new to my ears.
The vibrato that makes my pores open up like a parched animal in heat.
I lay on his chest for a while, he strokes my tighs, and my muscles and nerves wakes up with the morning.
"How was your night"
Speechless i lay, trying to look for the silver lining of how this cliche scenery looks, but i still cannot get enough.
He gets off, with a Melanin glow, like his cologne never left.
His silhouette screaming out of the robe he has on, like it was tailored to fit.
He bends over, with breath like mint on summer... He says:
"Want a shower"?? And i wonder how i ended up here!
So i wake up to myself
Wet and alone.!

You probably won't believe it.
But the art runs through all that breathes.
Write something, anything would do
Rhyme if you must, a song lyric
An original content of pure, uncut words...
Write, even if it's gibberish, poetry criticizes, but only to make us better, every mistake, is a new form of writing.
So, write something before you die.

Even if it's a sucide note!
Write!

When yhu fall from grace...
Death becomes love.

You know, I'm a fool for you.
It's like you know that no matter what, I'll be there for you...
Even if you ***** up!

So let me be a fool for you!

But do you know what happens to a fool when they become wise??
They stop doing a foolish things.
Things like "being there for you."
So let me be your fool!

it's complicated in such a simple way...
the fights
the banter, the aimless struggle
the fights over little nothing(s)
staring at each other doing nothing,
our little laughs, our shared stories
our time spent,m and even then, the time we waste too

what does forever mean to you??
to me... forever is every time i see you.

I'm not exactly scared of being alone
I just don't want to be forgotten.
For the fear of loneliness i mingle
To not be hungry, i eat when it's not needed.
I crave love, so i love first, and cry later.
For the fear of falling in love wrongly
I stand tall and firm, alone.
For the fear or being hated for who i am, i pretend.
Maybe I'm meant to be lonely.
But does it have to be this bad??
Can't i just be loved a little bit...
I'm just lonely, alone! By myself

Someone say "i love you"
Please.

I can be on your own level
And flirt, and make small talks.
And laugh!
Be petty even...
But if you spit the "love" talk towards me.
I'm killing your vibes.
My frequency doesn't come up,
On your radio channels.

I have gotten used to the hurt.

Yhur soft lips, spitting hard hurtful words.

But please, if yhu are going to cry wolf, then yhu should mean it.

Don't try to save yhur life by taking mine.

Yhu can't heal a scar with a bandage.

I should be fine...
I should be...
I should...
I.
...
.

She said... "You should hate me"
He said... "It's hard"
"You seem to already hate yourself"

A heart does not break
It just slowly fades away...
It fades everytime it hurts

She wore moonlight, like a ball gown.
While the illumination dripped from above.
Her quintessential eloquence, brought her naked lips, looking like delicacy for a gourmet.
Her eyes gazing at the sky, looking like a shooting star, except going up.
If 'beauty' was a human, she'd be an exaggeration to the word.
A sound of her voice could calm the tsunami heading for east asia,
and when she calls my name, it feels like I've only heard it for the first time...
She used to be mine.
But she's gone, like the shooting star.
And i never made a wish.

If love had a color...
What color do you think it would be??
Well i know for a fact, thet her color
Was transparent.
For she had lost it.

Each blue mark that has evolved into purple on her body.
Shows the journey she's gone.
Each tears tell how far the journey is.
Each smile faked, says too much about pain endured.
Each silence she kept.
Spake volumes too high for ears to bare!

If home was a person not a place.
Then you were my temporary camp site...
And you made me lose my home.
Cause i spent one night with you.

He has a smile...
That will steal yhur soul Away.
A Heart that only beats to her voice!
But she has words that tears his heart apart.
And leaves stains of hurt.

It must have been the illuminating light from Lucifer's fall.
She radiated beauty
I don't think I'll need a radioactive detox.

A woman, such strong-fragile existences.
Passive to their stubborn nature although not all...
Doesn't give a man the right to impose or not respect their wishes.
If she gives her heart to you, do not arrest her with cardiac.
She should be treated like the sun when there's winter.
And like the sea breeze when it's summer.
Never neglect her feelings and opinion.
After all they brought us out the garden. They can do more!

Her eyes, look like dawn in a very bad mood.
Het smile takes the mind places the body wouldn't think existed.

Women can be a natural blend of crazy and an unnatural blend of warmth, but they mic so well.
"Look at her clothes, isn't it a bit too revealing??" Close your eyes then.
It's alright to stare, but when it becomes a stare with intent,
With lust...
With a judgemental glare!
That's the line, she's free to wear whatever and whenever!
Respect her body!!
Respect her personality under those clothes you think are coquettish on her.
Stay your away your fetish
By the way, why do you get to have a say??

"If the doves symbolize peace and calmness.
Women symbolize a perfect blend of complicated and simple natured."

After a while, she'll accept you on her own!
Put in those efforts though, you cannot make her not see you as other guys...
She'll choose that on her own, you'll never know the exact mode, and even when you do, you still might be wrong.
They want to be understood, but hate it when you understand all of them.
Let them feel vulnerable in your arms and hope that you're strong and caring enough to not let them break.
Women trust you even if they know you'll hurt them.
Well some.

Like the butterfly's wings, if you listen carefully, you can hear her heart speaking in unknown tongues.

"She has all her walls up"
You have no idea of things she had to go through, to make her build those up
The constant hurt
The road to rebuilding her self-esteem that she gave out, and got broken shards of different part of herself.
Her walls need to be up, so despicable excuses for humans like most men won't get her.
They won't inflict the hurt, the one that made her hurt.
The hurt connected to her "opening up" personality.
You should respect her decision.
Stay away.

I do not believe in love
But staring at ou...
Makes my butterflies reproduce

I really hate violence
But i want to beat up your ex

I don't go to church at all.
But i pray to a God, who i do not believe in
So he can keep you safe.

I really hate being spoken to.
But your voice are untold melodies to me.
And your words are food to my soul.

****!

Christianity...
What is it exactly?? Lots of people take us for granted.
See us like weaklings cause we turn a blind eye to offenses and welcome the sinners.
I laugh.
If I'd get an opportunity, I'd like to add to the bible.
The book of "advanced testament"
Cause i don't quite get why i gotta turn the other cheek in the 21st century.
But i don't want to accompany lucifer as a pitch fork holder.
Why would i let you touch the first one even?
Oh lord forgive me...
But maybe you should take away grace for a moment, so folks can understand what ***** went through.
I'm a Christian not just by family bringing but by heart.
But if you test me and test God.
Ooh, I'll stop being a pacifist.
And turn the fist!

my heart's been stolen, and not in the cliche way...
i'm pretty sure that if you run forensics they'll find foot prints leaving
they'll find your finger prints at the place my heart once laid.
your eyes are so beautiful that when i first saw them...
i felt how useless mine were, that i almost couldn't open them up
let me stare at you from afar
let me wonder how it would be like, for you to like someone like me
i know you've got a ton of people lining up to get your attention
but if after all your options are exhausted
and you feel like you need something new
then, please consider me!

I am a place where all love comes...
To fail.
A place where all life come to die!
I am the poet, who never writes anything happy.
But my poems make me happy!
I am the place, where all happiness comes to an end!

supersonic is the wave of endless spite, tossed at the corner room of a girl, with pain  as her nick-name.
soothing! is the heart that held her without blemish
wicked! was the noise you made on her needful nap.
and when it's all said and executed
you'd say, "i didn't know that you were going through depression"
"if only you'd have spoken up, maybe we would've helped"
pretty sure that you didn't know she was in pain even after the eye bags, of tearful nights.
the untimely and increase of silver blade cuts on her wrists, didn't paint a picture for them.

crimson was the pool she was in...
unspoken was the word she could've said
unread was the note she left behind.
"i didn't know" she was suicidal.

If i could turn back the hands of time...
Then maybe, I'll ask God. Why!!
Why me??
Why this generation??
And "***"

It's twilights...
From afar they look so pretty
Unfortunately the sun burns

If i were to say...
That the interesting thing to me, right now.
Is the calling of the silver blade on the table in front of me.
Placing it on my skin and letting t go deep like hot knife on butter.
Let it help my veins loose a little,
And let me see the color i so love.
The color red!!
If i were to say that...
Would i be considered suicidal??

Feelings of a dead man??
That's ironic.
Dead people don't feel.
But I'm alive, and i feel death.
Someone, anyone....
Please save me!

I took a peak from a far away place, very close by!
Your heart, it reeked of pale sadness
And I was laughing out loud, so much!
Too much even...
And I decided to increase the pitch
So that the wind would take it to you
You'd hear it, I hope it makes you smile.
I hope you wonder, what sort of laughter is that loud, I hope you smile upon imagining what's got me giggling.
Then I hope you start to smile so wide I could spot if from the back of your head.
I hope the smile turns into a low chuckle
I want that chuckle to go on for minutes and turn into giggles.
Now laugh so hard that your tummy tightens and begin to hurt a bit.
Since no one has mastered happiness, there's no such thing as too much joy.
Now laugh until your pale heart recognizes that warmth.
Even if for that moment, I hope my laughter triggers yours and you forget that you were sad.
I know you're hurting...
I see you.

They said, that water is colorless.
So if the tears were the water of the heart.
Then why was her own red...

Often times than none, we mistake what the feeling is.
We try to put the unknown into words.
It could be a torrent, a tsunami about to hit Japan
Some sort of sacrifice, it could be a selfish act to preserve one's special somebody!
But it's present everywhere.
Love!!
So, should there be a need to tolerate
If loves is present??

Pretty-sunflowers
Only if mother-nature would kiss them,
They might actually scent!

If the eyes are the window to the soul
Then I guess that, my soul would never be seen.
You see, when I fell in love with you, I became blind to your faults.

Can someone...
Anyone!
Just tell me "i love you"
Even if it's a lie??

Maybe if I cried so hard
You would hear me.

Maybe if my tears become so much
You would drown in it.
...
.

Was there ever a time when you felt like you needed to get away?
When you were left alone in your head?
Where you kept feeling like the world was against you.
Sending you trials and tribulations, making your efforts, effortless.
Depression pressing on you, like a compressed load of oppressed dialogues, without a single sense in it?

Take all of those!
I think... No! I feel all of those now.
But I cannot tell it to the world.
They'll think that I'm a girl in my head!

In the warmth of the night.
You flew past, slowly and silently
Enough to not make the leaves creak
But like a sweet loving wind, not harsh.
Just enough to make chills run down one's spine.
I loved every moment of us, you lit me up like a lantern, and continued to increase my fire output, my wick was long so it could burn.
But after I ran out of fuel.
Like the wind, you flew away!

Love became empty!