every shadow behind a star
-i started this poem with an empty space
a cloudy mind that tipped the skies
with a tip of a pen
i poke a hole in the sky, till tears bled
out of heaven's gate
and for heaven's sake, i must have gotten
mixed up between the skies, and earth being
such a hellish place

i had a touch of love by a kitten's mitten
a soft smitten experience, i had walked
into a bit quieter
as i could never say the words out loud,
to express my love to impress a crowd
but we all want to hear those words,
at least once, once in a while by the one
two is a bit mutual, and three's a crowd
but you have a lot of things you're still waiting for,
like having someone being so worked up
over you; so i'd best kiss you after five

cos every star has a shadow,
and every bright thing has a dark side
-i hope my bright smile won't shine
a light on what i'm hiding inside

Scribble kisses,
the first few are always so messy
So please cross it out of your memory,
as I become a professional; writing out
my love with the tip of my tongue
To taste how you feel,- I've had my full fill,
as every smoker needs a break
I've smoked a few of your words,
that all of your secrets beat inside of my chest
Invading my lungs; so hard to breathe
while constantly checking up on the energy you
have left, something like my vape
-I'll put you in charge

Darling, lead the way
pause for a bit, and let me press all of
your right buttons, just before I press play
Cos you're a perfect picture, and I have a photographic mind,
capturing every one of our moments
As I'll take care of you, with my every focus

While you love to blur my glasses lens,
and I'm hoping my intentions aren't less distinct
I'm just trying to have a peek of your piece,
and maybe disturb your peace

I know a self aware *******,
not always aware of what
he left behind,- I do it on purpose,
as my past feels a bit like ****

You're a 95, and I have 99 ways to show you love
Still four years behind, I could never afford your touch.
But I could teach you how to bite those words,
straight after I bite that peach.

And even if I walked a mile,
I could never be invited to be on those streets
But let's be honest, I love to kid around a lot,
so no wonder why you just call me a kid.

to settle the lights of your very eyes,
would always feel light years away
still i know the end of that tunnel is so
bright,- in it's vacuum
******* out all of my words
out of my heart,

you've become a space in my eyes,
a galaxy in my sights
chasing a heaven in it's person, but
above all, I was just chasing my many highs

                        so i was much like the above title

i cannot, cannot carve myself
into a stone; as a mind set in stone
and all of it's memories, are made of gold
as i'm buried in the dark,
like all of the seeds of my words
i spread so many in the world, hoping
one day some wisdom would grow
longing of a day, a day
that I find my composition as a poem
but what is even a poem,- a piece of
writing; i'm a piece nowadays, with an addiction
to a scanty diction
an imagery i myself pretend to imagine,
and a passing time of passion in a tone
of passive


it's me. no it's we,
it's they who try to be them
it's all of us; related- but our words'
seem not to be so relative,
these days i a poet cannot, cannot relate
to my very own poems .....  ......

There were a thousand roses
in my eyes; as I had seen the light
of the sun kissing a flower
It had touched the petals of your hair,
sweetened in a desirous aroma
Tied in a knot; not a single strand of it
was out of place. But I felt out of place,
-stranded

I'd never lose the number of my own words,
but in a moment I couldn't count on them at all
                
                         I was in awe.