reaching through my window grasp, my collar lined, my mind unfolded. pull me through this painted glass, the crown unmolded, and shape my day with glorious rays, with simple scents and lilac embolded. with the coming way, of every may, would you make my day most intoxicated, in such a simple yet glorious way?

~𝘛~𝘳𝘺
~𝘙~𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘈~𝘸𝘢𝘺
~𝘜~𝘳
~𝘔~𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
~𝘈~𝘳𝘦
~𝘛~𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘐~𝘯
~𝘊~­𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴

~𝘔~𝘪𝘯𝘥-𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘌~𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
~𝘔~𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘖~𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺
~𝘙~𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
~𝘐~𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦
~𝘌~𝘮­𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭
~𝘚~𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

(Wishing)
Not on stars, or skies
Not on rocks, or trees
Not on mountains, or valleys
Or on rivers, or streams

Not on daylight, or night
Not on waking, or sleep
Not on coins, or on clovers
But on prayer that you will see
(Me)

By the time I was 23
Mom and Dad were
both dead.
I know it sounds
strange, but I felt
like an orphan;
like Oliver Twist.
Real love has
eluded me ever since.
like the goldfish in
the tank
at the Chinese restaurant,
when I reach in and
try to grab one.
Growing up, I thought
my parents would live
forever; of course that's
absurd, but even back then
I was a dreamer.

if I'm not in your sweet dreams
I hope you find me in your nightmares instead