behold the silent gift
to feel any lone soul roar
deeper than before

those are not my tears
on your soft-made skin
but they're close to mine

just like our love—
paper-thin,
and far too dry

how can this man without a story
be fit to be your lover?
when you knew i never judged
not even by the cover

still you tore away our pages,
left them for me to grieve,
in paper tears

Dare to lift your head
open your eyes to see how
all clocks melt slowly

I made this pink cage
painted all bars gentle and
locked myself away

tell me, when it's here:
will they pray at church's rear,
or flee to what feels safe—
the things that consume us gracefully?

i'm sure he's been waiting patiently.
for what has a God to lose,
when his creations, full of *****,
create and copy easily?

yet he won't strike with fire,
nor challenge rising blasphemy.

let all roam with desire,
since God has nothing to lose.

Why do I still dance
When even the Devil shrugs
At a waltz with 𝑀𝑒

I flee to the hill's quiet peak,
Gaze down where the depths unfold,
Knowing they could swallow me whole.

That knowing steadies my breath-
A whispered pact with the abyss,
A fragile claim to control.

Ecstatic memories have gone blue
Clouded fragments pierce through
what is left of our love

is it gone...?

one look into her eyes
blinds me to the lies
even if i never had a say
could you stop my clouds from turning grey?

tell me is this really true
for i have found my heart again
i know you're acting, yet i care
for any love that is left.

tell me is this really you
for thunder spread out again
it flooded my brain until it drained
any love that was left

Turn deep blue’s bright yellow
Shape shift them like Jell-O
No more Mellow Mondays
With my Circular Fellows

Squares playing the Cello
Dimensions Wave Hello
New Motions with New Haze
Make my heart Bellow

No more Paydays,
No more Maydays,
I spend my Haydays–
Kaleidoscoping!

Let’s have a play-date,
So we can Cre-ate,
Galactic Colours and Shapes–
Kaleidoscoping.

I used to walk a grimy road
Where litter ruled with cobblestones.
A thick mad mush of plastic waste
Crushed the spirit of youthful buds,
Shielded all green from needed rain,
So no flower-tales could unfold.

No sooner than my latest wandering
Did I grasp this lifeless paste—
Its purpose is neither shine nor shimmer,
But to slow the flower’s blooming pace.

For no buds can bloom when the masses rule,
When their collective mind stains all with hate.

When one loses grip
They must lower the bar just
To hang on to life

While ***** buzzes my brain,
I waddle and stumble but—
Pale palms meet my arms,
Shielding me gently.

Heavy tones dissolve,
Evaporate;
For it is her
Keeping me in place.

Her grip on my sleeves
Ignites no lust, but trust—
Time slows its ticking pace;
As her tender hands
Sink into my sweater sleeves,
Soothing, steady,
Making me stay.

I stumbled upon her—
Fell in love
Again.

Clueless she was,
Truly—

Her pearls in wonder,
Lacking attention.

None of her gazes
Meet my wandering mind.

For it was her,
The cause—

My worldview ponders,
Troubling affection.

Uncharted hazes
Seek to revise my life.

Desperate calls,
Futile—

We are no longer.

Guilty redemption,
Your teary razes
Made me perfectly blind.

Blind to what was left
Of our desired life.

Lift her up in the light.

Rejuvenate old wrinkles.

Forgotten stories awaken,

Bloom once more.

I can’t help but glance again at
Mrs. Metro.
I bet she’s also into reading.
It’s in the way she holds that phone—
Four fingers aligned,
Slightly tilted downwards,
Leaving little space between them,
The usual grip of a story.

She must be passionate,
Mrs. Metro,
About the little things.
I can tell by her voice,
Its melody shifting
Between highs and lows,
The sound of a soul that cares,
Even for those who don’t.

Mrs. Metro
Meets my glance
When I pass her,
Drawing close.

When her leg brushes mine,
It’s just a simple touch.
Laid down in the grass with me,
It’s really no fuss.

She's such a lady,
Lovely gazes,
Make me feel hazy,
Waiting for her hand.

May it be love next time,
May my beloved nest-time.

Big boy,
Smiling on the outside.
Grinning,
masking for those nearby.

Laughing
at his haircut.
Deep breaths
tough guy—own up.

Big boy,
colder than an iceberg.
Brother,
melt a bit when life hurts.

No use
feeling so rough.
Deep breaths
tough guy—own up.

Big boy,
Big heart.

Please

don't change

my love—

i'll stay,

and slave

my tied heart

away.

Please,
don’t spill
your glass
of dreams.

They will soak
the rug,
be absorbed
by the mass,
flatten out,
washed away,
and forgotten.

So, ease
into doubts.
All to do
Is endure
for another day.

It’s a girl,
Just like you,
Waiting for the bus
With those coffee curls.
It’s in the way they twirl
That she reminds me of you.

When I saw her,
My heart paused-
A quiet pull
Toward yesterday.

I’ve found solace
In yesterday-

For yesterday is no more.
No worries,
No weight,
Just a fading memory
Of your coffee curls.

The earthy scent
Still warms my chest
As I wake
Lost again
To yesterday

A life with a lover
Is possible if you stop seeking

It’s like falling asleep
You will never be able to rest
Unless your body forgets
Why it laid down in the first place

I'm drinking up my problems
Corrosive fuel for my veins,
Rusting out the signs of life—
A hollow shell is all that remains.
The poor reflection of who I am,
Humane, respectful to a stranger,
But even the loveliest of shells—
tidy and decorated—
Crumble under corrosive weight,
If there's no-body to hold them.

forcing your feelings on someone is irresponsible and rude,
but when crammed into words,
art is made.

is it poetry
if someone pens words that won't
work or hold meaning

one would have to be kind to suffice.
but those who are scarred by mockery
cannot pay that price.

strange,
wouldn't a wounded man protect his family
from the forces that once struck his soul?
that left scars for
the lonesome man he has become?

curious,
both the foolish and the wise
trace the lines of their scars with knives
to cut them on others, themselves,
into fresh, unbroken skin.

the blood pouring on the metal
a mere symbol of what lies within.

Taking strolls along the river,
Wandering paths of our paradise.
Tiny twigs scattered ashore,
Gray skies yielding to sunrise.

We laugh at silly matters,
Finding ways through tangled vines.
Never lost when we’re together,
For you know my crazy mind aligns.

I’m in love with you forever,
Tell me why?
My mind made you a hive,
Instead of bidding goodbye?

Tell me why you’ve chosen never,
While paradise breathes our names,
In every sigh.

Some still consider
a lack of attraction as
the burden of love

Her hands caressing
The blades of my shoulders as
We embrace our past

The wild mind’s brave paths
Overgrown with lianas
Rough terrain for sloths

Heavy tears break free
Breaking the mirror of the sea
The full moonlight on her face
Makes her shine in the darkened space

She kneels down upon a stone
Alone, while i whisper in a tone
But how can she hear these words
Without a breeze to stir the birds?

A storm without gusts of wind
Thunder without lightning, pinned
Creates unrest from the outside
But it's inside, where the storms collide

Like a sower of the dead
He brings cold and scatters dread
Sowing it over her fiery heart
Quenching it and tearing her apart

For a heart without fire
Will never thaw the frozen mire

Why? Why?
I’ve got my-
Got my mind open.
Still, I’m guarded,
Redefined,
No heart showing.
No more.

Why? Why?
If this was love for you
What made me flee?
our heart fell apart,
crumbled to dust-
Over your friend.

Why? Why?
That girl-
Your BFF’s a liar,
Got me looking over shoulders,
Patting down for wires.
Milky brown gaze,
Its warmth soothing-
But doubt’s shadow,
Creeping close.


Why? Why?
Know what’s right, you.
Know I’m right.
Here.

With my mind open.

their bright white smile
made the beast slumber, to write
its apology

Lungs of steel, for I have met her gaze
One brow curls up as I try to get away
Those disgusting light-brown pearls
set my guts aflame
Tightly closed jaws judge me
harder than any words

she plagues my mind
hurting when i long to rest
witty thing she is
ruining my sanity
all cozy and safe in my brain
I vow by her end

To plot that day again
And greet her like I owe
With a devilish snarl
Lusting for vengeance
Her pale face covered in awe
for the horror that unravels
Making the final blow

I stopped wondering why
the pondering makes me
crave that day
More than she’ll ever know

Honey, honey, love me for my money
Love me like you have never done
Keep forcing it upon me
I truly think you can be the one
The girl that really wants me
you will treat me nicely
and bear me my only son
But wait…

Don’t go, don’t go, I bought you the front row
I bought us some seats and rented
The building for our love-show
If you’ve taken my love for granted
Be vigilant at your window
Worry for tomorrow
I might come by to end it
Just wait…

Body, Body, stop saying you’re sorry
Stop pretending that you care now
you know you broke my glory
If you were really in love, then vow
To always be my quarry
be part of my story
until bullets pierce my brow
I’ll wait…

My mother’s face has changed
Wise wrinkles carve paths in what once was smooth skin
I trace those lines with my eyes
The glance a mere grasp of who she is

I embrace her hands in awe
brushing my fingers along hers
feeling palms of sandpaper
unable to say a word

short breaths for there’s
A stone stuck in my throat
Dwelling up cramped tears
Forcing my eyes to close

Her voice barely a whisper
dryer than her hands
telling me to forgive her
for tiny things she did

i beg her to stop
since I should be pleading
thus her voice wanders off
yet so does her touch

I open my eyes in horror
To find a world full of nothing
those wrinkles finally catched up
leaving me empty-handed.