The tears speckle off my chin
As I look up at the skies
to question my own calling
The stars shine amongst each other, twinkling in their wordless conversations as I wait for their response.
The moon stares at me in silence.
With a radiant half smile/half frown, as in to find both happiness and sadness in knowing something that I don’t.
The constellations, unmoved and spilling no secrets, thirsting to be understood, showing themselves in both pattern and maze, become the reflection of my soul.
Is my life moved by the moon, by the stars, by the constellations, I wonder.
I plead in soft whisper, “Please help me, I don’t know where to go”.
Yet the complex sky having nothing to say, points to my heart and says, “that way”.

I never found it easy to bite down on my tongue
with the blood of my rage pumping through it
I thought about breathing before speaking
but the words in my head explode against my skull in rage
I close my eyes with the image of your mistakes like a projector
screen to my thoughts
I am heavy on assumption
and light on the evidence
Standing over another filthy crime scene
Where you were involved as a witness
And you stand there looking so clean
But why do you look too clean to sentence
And your alibí doesn't make any sense
Your tongue twists in lies you've spoken
Overtime I work again
in a job I overwork in hoping
So here I am dusting fingerprints
to the truth you've left unspoken.

When you’re sad
the birds will still chirp happily
outside your window
and gloat about it.

You never wanted to be
The pages in my book
You just wanted to be the bookmark
Conveniently placing yourself
From one book
To the next.

Out there, the laughters are heard
The very essence of life,
which is love,
has formed.
Out there, two people connect
And their souls groove
To the beat of love
As they pulse in musical rhythm
To the flow of words
As they paint visuals of future plans
Because now it is a tango of two

Out there, two souls musically connect  
They stand toe to toe
Sway left and right with arms pulled taught
Their lips touch and their feet sweep
The world is gone
The moment is frozen
For two people moving in the
cadence of love

I lay motionless in my bed
and it’s been days,
I hear echoes in my head saying,
“We should go our separate ways”

The lie is the outer part of the fruit
covered in thick layer
Protecting that which is hidden inside
The truth patiently waits for it's reveal
By the gesture of one slip
By the unfolding of one peel

Relief has an odd way of treating you
It brings itself in small dosage
It is like a medicine you must drink every
few hours, with or without a meal
And even then,
Its comfort may not be enough
I looked for the full dosage of relief
but I never found it
So I looked to forget
And forgetting has a way of treating your
symptoms altogether
But it is not a medicine
It is a poison you are required
to drink only once
And only then
will its comfort be enough.

She was different from the rest
She was a furnace
Different from the plastic girls
I used to date
She was true to who she was
She melted the fake to the floor
If you could withstand her heat
She would sharpen you like a sword
So blacksmith I became and with her fire
She engulfed me in love into her flame

You were the kettle to my water
My sanctuary
The vessel of the walls where I found a warm embrace
I was well aware of your heat and I loved you
But there was a point
A boiling point
In which you never whistled for warning
I will always question why you
boiled me to steam that day.
Why you committed to have me vanish without proper reason.
I know you heard the gurgling to my cries
As I pleaded for you to tell me why
The last of me left with an echo
That searched for an answer
in a hollow souled container.

She drove on that rainy day in a blank stare, bracing onto the wheel with both hands tightly gripped and she wanted to scream on the top of her lungs as every horrid assumption of deceit and embarrassment suddenly appeared written on all the pages of her love chapter. As the suspenseful orchestration of rain fell like the sound of marbles running down her car window, the universe thundered with it's great power and presence as in to let her know that it wasn't the end of her love story at all; it was only the plot twist.

There she stood in the junction
of the earth and sky
watching the horizon
that overcame the night
And in its presence,
the silhouettes of life
There she stood in the earth's choice
She looked back at the shadows
that appeared in it's decision
The offing of the sea now called her name
The consequences of night
were now overcome obstacles
She moved at ease
In the safe boundary of day
Walking through the cold dense air
left behind by the night
And there she waited to be hugged
by the warmth of the slow rising sun.

I take a sip of my coffee, 3 creamers, no sugar. I tend to leave room for the sweetness of my morning. I look up and lock eyes with someone gorgeous with glazed eyes and all they do is smile as they look at me like a donut for a while.

I am the who hides like a hermit at the shell of my typewriter
With the sound of bells and rings to each of my lines
I am well aware I was born at the wrong era of time
I know that my soul is much older than my mind
I make mistakes,
some worse, some better,
than we all make in life
It’s a crumble, a throw-away
Another paper to replace
As I start fresh with my chin
and shoulders held high
Unplugged to the noise
that comes from outside
Fingers placed delicately in line
As they wait for the command
of my thoughts arranging in order
Composing the keys that pound
against the ink ribbon
Chick-chick-chaw-chick-chick-bing
An orchestration of the typewriter as my mind begins to sing
I am moved by the utterance
of my own typing
Fingers dancing to every beat
And for that reason I will always be writing
In a room
with grey walls
sitting on a wooden seat.

I had someone hold me today
Not the way you used to hold me
And not wrapped in the divine fragrance of your particular scent
But they held me tight enough for my ears to drum in echo
They eased my longing
from your heart that let go
Comforted by the same rhythmical beating
that had once followed
the pulsation of your familiar heartbeat.

There in a small room,
the writer lays on her bed
writing little stories, wheels turning in her head.
Across the moon sky lays the reader, lying on her back,
mind waiting for a good book to feed her.
Writer writes broken-hearted
Reader reads with feelings guarded
Coexisting in the same quandary of life
Finding themselves on the opposite ends of a sturdy rope
Woven together with the same fibers of the same hope
Both holding each other in strength from their codependency
Yet their presence might never touch
Their words might never exchange
They live on with their lives as two strangers with a
connection
In a life, in a world, in a love,
so strange.

Life
Live it as humanly as you come.
Survive
Through your evolution
Even when it starts working backwards.

I admit, that woman you so desired when you were with me, is a divine creation.
I compared myself to her down to the fine angles of her nose tip. I do not have her singing voice and I lack the thousands of fans on my following. I do not have the ****** comments or heartbeats and kisses under my pictures that would make me look more desirable. The excitement you must have felt when she toyed with you at those midnight hours in your media within a media within a media.... How quickly she dove into your imagination of possibility. I should've let her have you sooner after walking into her play pen to find you fiddled like a toy doll in her collection.

How I used to crawl under your sheets
To find those toes wiggling free
And those legs like long trees
With echoes of giggles you would plea
To have me climb my way up
From your ticklish roots
To your savoring apples

Do you daydream in color
Cause I do
Do you find that your daydreams are better off
without a color or two  
Would your visions and dreams look better without black or white
Do you find it easier to separate one another without a fight
Do you judge based on race
Do you see beauty in just the face
As we walk in our outer shells
protecting our loving hearts
We should admire the outer skin
The skin that sculpts us into our parts
When the world feels darkness
in all this light
When history repeats itself out of spite
Then we must come together
We must all unite

I was made to flow with ease around you
I am like the river
I was made so powerfully strong,
I am like the waterfall
I stretch so far and wide
Every part of my body is named in oceans
But you my dear mountain
You try to control my flow
You let the sun dry me up in the summer
Both of you hoping I would never return
But the clouds helped me up for vengeance
And dropped me onto you
Like a coat made of snow
for the winter ahead

Why must you go? she pleaded
You run away like the cheetahs
that have found their prey
You fly away like the hawk
that hunts from tree to tree
You swim away like the orcas
that feast across the ocean free
You always try to get back into the wild life
but you belong here with me.
Silence filled the room and I answered
"I was wild when you found me and yes it's true, I can be tamed.
But when I crave to run free my darling, I expect you to run,
to swim, to fly just as fast as the animal that's still in me".

Abolish the memories
The ones that carry your heart on a plate
Establish a ground on which you will land
Bring yourself down from the skies of cloud 9
Falling angel,
spread your feet and walk again on the soils of the earth
Do not lose hope,
for you will rise up again
Open your eyes to the inhabitants that await your landing
The ones that love you near and far
Before the wings of love were handed to you by one of us
It is here again where you will find
another pair

I bit into your apple anyway
Even though I knew my bibliotic facts
I let my temptation bite into you
but I didn't doom the world
I doomed myself.