Love in such a way
that you never
have to look back.

And maybe
you could have saved yourself
but she was worth drowning.

And each drop of rain
that fell onto my tongue
reminded me of the
taste of her lips.

When your heart feels heavy:

1. Sit down in silence
2. Take off your shoulders
3. Hear your bones crack
4. Let your eyes breathe
5. Whisper to your heart,
it's home.

Bid goodbye
to the dreams
you left behind.
They are no
reason to lose sleep.

"And she was
as beautiful as
flowers after a
rainy morning."

"Would you look at
all these free souls
carrying their cages
wherever they go?"

People are free. their minds free. their speech free. free from slavery. free. but are they truly, free? They have built cages for themselves. They never want to come out of them. We pray to God. unquestionably. unfailingly. but why do we fail to question the real reason why we pray to God? why are we searching for him in statues and people when we know he left this place a long time ago? and if he didn't leave, why do we celebrate what he created and not question what he destroyed? why do we fight to save someone we can't see or feel against the very people he created?
Until people come out of the cages, we may never get the answer to these questions.

Let no one
ever tell you
you're any less.
You are you
and that's enough.

And they would
stand with me
refusing to let
light leave the room
like how during storms
the earth holds the grass
close to its chest.
My brothers,
What is this
Mad. Mad. Love.

And if
we ever fall out,
remind me
to light candles
in the sky.
Because,
You're talking about
darkness.
Vast. Horrifying. Darkness.

And do me a favor,
write me
in your letters
and keep me
between the pages
of your diary.
Right where
the dead rose lies.

And today,
I want to paint
dreams for you.
Dreams painted
between the gaps
of our fingers.
Sipid and Wild.

And let me
lead you to the sunset
and melt
into your arms.
I always wanted to
sleep holding
the moon by my side.

Do not wait
for someone
to offer you
their world.
Remember,
you have your own.

And today,
I want you to run wild.
Your love
was never meant
for the cages.

Why I only wear Shiny shoes?

Every morning,
I would wear my shiny shoes
and run off to the field
for a game of football
and come back bruised and scarred
bleeding out of my mouth
but I was smiling.
You see, my shoes were still shiny.
Every morning,
I would go to school
bragging about my shiny shoes
and come back
with dried tears
and red hands as if
someone hit them really hard
but I was smiling.
You see, my shoes were still shiny.
Every morning,
I would see my friend
waving at me from a distance.
We were our only friends.
I was his SpongeBob, he was my Patrick.
One day, Patrick left.
But I was smiling,
You see, my shoes were still shiny.
All this while,
Nobody cared that the
insides of my shoes were
being torn apart
because my shoes were still shiny,
because I was still smiling.

The half broken mirror kept
in the forgotten corner of
my house
tells me stories of a man.
The half broken mirror tells me
the man would look at
the mirror for hours
smoking his favorite cigars
until his ashtray was full.
The half broken mirror tells me
the man would look at
the mirror for hours
weeping tears of tar
until his heart was full.
The half broken mirror tells me
the man would look at
the mirror for hours
telling stories of strange lands
until his eyes were full.
The half broken mirror tells me
the man would look at
the mirror for hours
reciting the name of a woman
until his soul was full.
The half broken mirror tells me
that it would often
see itself in the man.

And if it weren't for love
there'd be no magic
there'd be no home.

"And when you're gone,
I'll remember you
in my prayers
I'll remember you
in my songs."

If your love
doesn't speak freedom,
maybe,
it's time to let go.

Her lips.
Rose petals
dipped in honey.

"Do you also
dream of dreams
that bring you
closer to yourself?"

Imagine:

An old dusky room on the outskirts of the city. The view from the broken window is a small garden, a puppy, and a kitten. Inside, I am sitting on my study table with an half empty bottle of old ***. There is a noise of typewriter in the air and a smell of books. You pour a hot cup of tea in the saucer and move your hand towards me. I look into your eyes as I take a sip from the saucer. Hands meet hands, eyes meet eyes, lips meet lips. Do you not dream of creating a poetry such as this?

What does it take
for a man
to sit in the ocean
and not pour salt
over his wounds?

-his life.

Goodbyes often feel like reaching the last page of the book and you don't know if you should finish it or leave it unfinished.

You see, leaving is the hardest ******* thing to do, until you leave. So, here's my step by step guide to say goodbye:

Step 1: When she reaches for your lungs to breathe the air you've been breathing, hold her hands and keep them on the bed of roses you've been holding by the thorns and tell her, fall has arrived.

Step 2: When she runs her fingers through your hair and reaches for your lips, stop her and show her the stubbed cigarette buds on your chest that have turned your body into smoke and tell her, you are tired of being held captive between her fingers and lips.

Step 3: When she rests her head on your lap and looks at you with hope, close her eyes and show her the cots that are testament to the dreams you weaved for each other and tell her, you don't want to dream again.

Step 4: When she makes your arm the pillow of her bed, show her the sunflower seeds you painted on your skin that blossom everytime they see her face and tell her, the sun doesn't shine the way it used to.

Step 5: When she takes your hand in her hands and brews tea in the same *** that you built as a testament to your love, show her the letters you wrote on your skin and tell her, they speak freedom.

Step 6: And after you do as I said, remember to kiss her forehead, bid her goodbye, and tell her, it was worth loving her.

"And then it was
the stillness in her bones
and the fire in her eyes
that calmed
the oceans of my heart."

"In all her goodbyes,
In all her sunsets,
the air smelled of
teas made of
love and
a pinch of freedom."

Every once in a while
I feel the need
to embrace silence
not to rid myself of the world
but to remind myself
I exist.

- Sometimes, the noise makes me feel lost.

"In all that
you left behind,
you only came
closer to home.
you only came
closer to yourself."

"Even in your most
vulnerable moments,
be your own home
be your own moon."

"Even in your most
vulnerable moments,
do what your heart wants,
go where the heart goes."

"And yet in our
most vulnerable moments
we take a dive
in the same ocean
that once drowned us."

"And she would run her
gentle, icy fingers
through my hair
like frosty wind
would caress me
on cold winter mornings."

"And her hair
were like the ocean
that fell onto me
like strong wind tides
and turned me into salt."

Dripping
from the neck
to your collarbones
the sweat on your skin
meets your musky perfume
and leaves a scent
which makes my heart
run like a mad man.

"And her lips
were made of cigarettes
that touched mine
and turned us into smoke."

"And her smile
was made of flowers that
united the lovers
comforted the dead
and
grew on my heart."

Unbutton the love
that's choking
your neck.

Never too late, for love.
Never too late, for home.
Breathe. Love. Repeat.

"And her eyes were
made of dreams
that don't let you
sleep at night."

"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."

"And in this world
of dry souls,
she fills the air
with the smell of
rain soaked soil."

Do not romanticize
loneliness
to a point
that you become
a part of it.

In your eyes
I do not look for love
I search for peace
A peace that makes you, you.

- in quest of peace

Whatever may happen,
Let love find you.
Let love take you home.

When tears dry up
and you forget to cry
That's where
the sadness begins.

- Weep, my child

When I write about love
I draw ink
from my own blood.
You see,
Flowers need their
own seeds to bloom.