Would you dare to pull the trigger-
to press against my heart with the hope that its
rhythm could stretch beyond the confines of this moment?
I am equipped, armed with nothing but a pen, crafting
vivid strokes that dance across the pavement.
I soar above the streets, claiming the heavens as I navigate
the solid paths that define my existence in this urban landscape.

Beneath the joy of the breeze-
the winds reveal the essence of true freedom, whispering
through the branches; that sensation will return once more.
The elements have no true companion or confidant in
this harsh reality, lamenting, “it’s too **** hot, it’s so
freaking cold, this rain is too much, oh God, where has
the rain gone to?”

We exist in a peculiar state of numbness,
caught in the oddity of pointing out the flaws in others
while neglecting to reflect on our own.

How wondrous it is, the way we shift,  
Like seasons turning, giving life a lift.  
Yet more enchanting is the way we feel,  
As transformations weave a poignant reel.

For just as storms may brew in skies above,  
So too do changes stir the hearts we love.

As we are under the shadowy guise of white,
let the echoes of your dreams resonate in your ears;
tears softly trace your cheeks in the dim light.
A smile twitched on your lips, often pretend yet
familiar—could it be that amidst the crowd,
I found myself falling for you?

Our gazes locked, a silent yearning hung in the air,
and a mood quivered to be kissed — losing the bass
of a voice; my own chest forgets how to speak,
I’m lost in the depths of my own heart.

I’ve whispered prayers to myself, as your smile
illuminated the moment, and I only heard in a poem
that someone could impart the whisper of their
desires by a kiss planted on someone’s lips-
for their dreams to grow

Ensnared in the crossfire of emotions, the sun
poured its golden rays into my very being, liken
to the fatigue of someone’s else wet dreams, you’ll grow
tired swimming through them at every stroke. So, before
we embark on this journey, hold tight to your essence,
as the days of flesh once again weave their memories,
igniting a spirited hope for what lies ahead…

I’m unravelling, caught in the whirlwind of my thoughts; and if
I take my last breath; I’ll seal it with a prayer. I’d ponder,
“Where have you wandered, where have you fled— was that a
thinking cap or merely a shattered crown?” Seeking sanctuary
for my restless mind, as we all drift gently away from all the
burden of days

Drawing the curtains, teetering on the brink, weighing down
under the weight of endless days; I’m a heart-shaped fortress,
striving to guard love, yet I loathe it when some of it finds
a way to escape.  

I would grow weary of clinging tightly if my grasp was the
sole reason for their turmoil. They’ll entomb your tale within the
verses, preserving the melody. It’s a heart-wrenching feeling,
striving to hold onto those, we’ve lost. In the quest for what
remains elusive, we often lose our way in love. Yet, may God
grant them the resilience to continue holding on.

I wish I could tell you, “I love you”
just one more time— but the way our lips met,
I sought your forgiveness, not your consent. Still it
feels like an eternity since our last embrace; that gentle
warmth enveloped us, as those flushed cheeks beneath
my hand still had time to glow…
…

Let me look into those sparkling tears one final
time— cherishing the fleeting moments we shared, doesn’t
that memory feel extraordinary? Yet, when I falter, I often
convince myself it’s simply because I’m a man, but my
intentions are pure, by my arm and hand, just struggling
by the want to hold a bit too long

Open to a kiss as we speak; tasting the bittersweet
harmony of your love and sorrow in a single breath.
Yet, I wear a facade of a smile—mourning the kisses
and whispers that have slipped away on the wind, while
a trace of heartache lingers on my lips.

I found myself unable to express my emotions once
more, or perhaps I was simply repeating the
same sentiments.

My floors are drenched in crimson, wine cascading
like unsolicited wisdom, a testament to my attempts at maturity,
Hoping it seeps into people’s gaze. Yet, to their astonishment,
I revel only in the celebration of my own existence.
Fragments of my being are enamoured with self-love,
serving myself a lavish feast of introspection.

In my unconventional revelries, I find my heart eager to
drift apart, tethered to someone who thrives far from the
clutches of shame. As you dwell in the dreamscape you've
crafted- a vivid mural of your own utopia; I firstly succumb
to tears on my pillow, muffling all the echoes of my anguish.

My floors remain a vivid red; every moment of pretence
fades into oblivion, yet the pain lingers. Time hangs heavy on
my wrist, each second bleeding away, striving to meet an
acceptable standard. My fears and anxieties rise with the sun's
glow, while many struggle to confront their own truths,
choosing instead to bury them deep.

My floors are undeniably red; beneath the veil of existence,
amidst the tumult of conflict—can you hear the whispers of
those desperately clinging to life, do their floors cry in
red too?

Physical desires intertwine with emotional sensations;
the gentle caress of skin speaks volumes about the essence of
one’s character. Unveiling the joy nestled deep within your spirit,
playful, alluring smiles flicker in the radiance of her being.
As the weight of guilt, anger, and anxiety often shadows the one
you cherish, mingling with the mysteries that linger unspoken.
In the wake of a love that has slipped away, she dances through
fragments of her dreams, clad in well-worn socks, still striving to
find her footing. There’s a lingering fear of being tainted by another-
whether through intimacy or confusion—yet she clings to the
innocence of her youth.

A lovely woman stands at your threshold, inviting you to
embrace her; don’t hesitate to welcome her warmth, for her heart
deserves to be cherished. Public displays of affection may be mere
theatrics, but the sincerity behind your words can convey her true
value, no matter the distance between you. Take pride in calling her
yours, but remember, she is not a possession; she is a daughter
of the Divine.

Seek not your reward in her actions meant to please you,
but rather find joy in the vulnerability she shares exclusively with
you, unmasked and genuine. Honour her in such a way that even
with her eyes closed, she can still feel your presence.
Love your woman fiercely, safeguarding her as your treasured gem—
not by offering the world, but by creating a sanctuary where
both of you can thrive together