Oh, the stars would be ashamed,
If they saw how your eyes shine.
They may fall and others may wish,
But not me 'coz I already got mine.

When I got lost from your smile,
The way out was hard to find.
It really didn' t matter though,
'coz I'd still choose to stay behind.

A beautiful piece of writing
That the heart's content was poured
Hidden beneath drawers
Layers of dust fill the pages
All  because of fear
Fear for the piece to be criticized
Fear for the piece not to attract readers
But remember that's not the reason you wrote it anyway
Take a leap of faith and unleash Words that can only be written and not said
Remember ,a poem is a piece of art that deserves to see the light

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

The fire in my soul
has started to die.

It shrinks down
the trellis of my ribs
like sun-burned flower petals;

wanes itself
to but a simmer

until it is
blue in the flames

Fire needs oxygen
to burn

but

My lungs thin
into icicles

frost congeals
around my chapped
lips

veins freeze over

(and so does this inferno)

I took the stars, plucked one by one
And gave to you, but all in vain:
I blew in storms to block the sun;
The bane of time now child’s proclaim:
The spin of earth, too fast for fun,
Oh poor woman, do you hide pain?

Is it behind your summer eyes?
Perhaps beneath that honey hair,
Or creeps between those pleasant sighs
Which sound so smoothly through the air?
Or stuffed below witty replies
That come by the night without care?

O such beauty! She’s no evil:
Laugh too innocent, heart too pure,
A walk so calm impatience boils
Under her seductive nature.
Rapture in my love’s perfect coil!
Alas, she is all, all is sure.

So, you're sitting all alone feeling sorry for yourself,
Thinking you could do it if you were anybody else,
Like you stepped into the wrong vessel that you don't know how to steer,
When in reality, what stops you is your own pestering fear.

You're scared of tomorrow and ashamed of yesterday,
But time isn't on anyone's side anyway??
Hiding in your head will only repeat your vicious cycle,
And you know the things you need to finish are vital-

So stop fighting with yourself over when you'll get work done!
Because every night you say, "I haven't done enough."
It seems your most productive hours run from sunset to sunrise.
You went to sleep knowing that in half an hour, the birds will be awake outside.

Fix it, because you can't continue like this.
This isn't the sort of normalcy you miss.

The lonely astronaut adrift in space made friends with the stars
Who gave him something to think about besides the chill in his arms
Who twinkled in tandem to the beat of his heart

“I have no one but these lights and they have no one but me
But because I cannot burn like they do,
I’ll drown in this infinite cavity”

The lonely astronaut surrendered himself to the void with a sigh
Who let him exist as a bystander to time
Who saw him as space debris and brushed him aside

An evening in November
Spent trodding over flattened grass
Between trees of a whispering orchard.
When the air is cold and sharp in your nose
And the sky’s aglow with gold,
When the night tastes sweet against your tongue
And the sun is pulled below,
Take a breath and make a wish
On the fading sunbeams between the orchard rows.