Have you ever stared
at a blank piece of paper
for so long
it starts turning into
a concert of unanswered questions
posed by a teenager
who is awakened
about his sexuality
which was long repressed
under the secrets
he was asked to keep
the things he had to hide
the pain he slid under the carpet
with a smile on his face
he was no snitch
he liked keeping
the paper blank
he was a good boy
who could keep things with him
the boy was in deep sleep,
that boy, he was in deep sleep,
and now he is awake
he knows what he lost
he knows what's good and
what's bad
he knows
the world will question him
why he didn't speak earlier
why now
why now
why now
the world will eat him up
but he knows at this point
nothing matters to him more
than what he lost
than what is ahead
give me my childhood
give me my childhood
give me my childhood
he screams
he stutters
he cries
I am done
I am awake
I am free
it's time to color this page black
it's time to turn the page.

Every morning
I wake up to
my songs entangled
in her hair
and she flicks them
like how strong waves
fall into the ocean.
M U S I C to my ears.

When spring arrives
she brings my poems
to life.
What's this love
that even in fall
when death arrives
she becomes a part of me
and my poems never die.

And there is
no point in
swimming in a water
that's too deep for you.

Let her go.

You,
the wave of a
calm ocean.
I,
the ground beneath
the surface.
Oh how you pull
the sand apart
in search of me.

You,
the sunset of a
roaring mountain.
I flow
like valleys
for your last glimpse
as we meet in
the fallen night.

you deserve love
served on a
bed of roses,
do not, I repeat,
do not
settle for the thorns.