Roses are red, violence is you,
Your love is bitter sweet, but why do I love you?

Your heart is wild, my heart is tame,
I played my heart, but still love this game.

Envy is purple, sadness is blue,
I desire love, but not someone like you.

I stopped breaking hearts,
hated to see those pieces getting lost.
I won't buy myself love,
and definitely don't know the cost.  

So I'll save my time from any ugly love.

Whispers dance in the breeze; let your voice flow freely —
the breath within you holds a universe of untold stories.
A pure release, embracing the thrill that slips away with each
sigh—aren’t we all, at times, yearning for a way out? I place
accolades in my gaze, celebrating my reflection in every shard
of glass; yet how disingenuous it feels to claim that I take
greater pride in who I am today than who I was yesterday.

Still, I am the blossom along the way, nourished by the remnants
of winter’s chill, I’m running cold, chasing after the scent of
vulnerability under this runny nose — pursuing the essence
of fragility beneath this teary facade.

I caught my eye in a piece of mud; and I do hope you can never
see into my ***** mind—that tainted look could betray a criminal
in disguise; but are you still a criminal if you unknowingly stole
someone’s heart. Once you know the kind of dirt on you, you get
so anxious of any spot, even as you try you clean your act up.

Don’t act up; claiming not to sometimes feel a bit ashamed
of yourself — cosying up with your doubts. The truest smile will
shine much brighter in the dark; so I shut my eyes when it feels
right to let my ugly smile out.

monster affairs,
relations with the dark
a shadow cuts of my deepest
darkest thoughts; thwart on
the words of sheepish tongue
a flock of fears, tears, years and jeers

so unlikely, but unlike what they'd
say, we're not like them—unalike

Inferior superiority
Interior seniority
Insecure authority
And insular metaphorically,
I'm liken to a voice of Mr Nobody

Smoke ashes
Soak gashes
Broke hashes
And woke scratches
Been foolish of taking many chances

Underestimate sentiment
Unintelligent celebrant
Evident etiquette
And relevant testament
But still being treated as a detriment

While if called unreliable
Still viable by the words of man and woman
To sound as desirable—
But told his manhood isn't sizable

All my life, I've been underrated
and my feeling towards it is so jaded
Of the times of being underappreciated
My pride is deflated—but I must deafen ears
To all unfair opinions stated.

Open to a breath
The inhale, exhale composition
Tongues written of words only said:
By two intertwined

It chases, of eye’s rushing gaze
A praise to beautifying mirrors of time
Experiences only shared in story
Only by memory—what we do remember
A moment so precious

Ashes upon the smoke of burning passion
The eternal flame of love, internal
Yours exterior is the factor of my impression
Impressed by the taste of sweet desire
Oh so little

Litter my heart, of stained wickedness
It’s surely wrong to meet up like this
But like this, we seemed to be so free

Under the shade of the pink flower tree
Where our first kiss had been
A scene of film, pellicle thoughts
As you still play continuously in my head
How’d I forget our first kiss
Under the shade of our pink flower tree.

Broken hearts in summer time,
All through winter looking for the shattered pieces of yours through mine.

I'll talk to you slowly just to get me by.
So adjusted and set to you that it's out of sync if we not saying Hi.

If you not finding my love for you in there,
you really shouldn't try searching anywhere.

Cause this could be all you want,
Rather all you'd need if I'm being Blunt.

Under a sunrise, seeing the light in you.
Kissing and loving for the first under a sheet. Hold on I'm coming through.

I see how you put so much work, but this ain't your job.
I know sometimes I may hurt you but that's no reason to sob.

Wipe away the tears, let me hold you up when you feeling down.
Yes, my life's a messy road at times, but I'm speeding across to reach your town.

Today's amazing. I'm seeing a beautiful sunrise. Reminiscing on you.
Hate to repeat my words, but baby I'm coming through.

Though it would take years to get to you, I'm taking the longer drive.
Wait for me outside by a corner. Let me be the warmth to your hip and thighs.

Taste of the sweetness of my heart, I give it to you as my treat.
Hoping that you hear me closely by while I'm pulling up to your street.

Open the gates and door to your heart, I wish to come in.
I wish to rest in your sweet embrace. My heart a drum, I just need your words to sing.

Wake up under the sunrise. How I'll wish that to be.
Of us my love. Baby just you and me.

Under this sunrise.

No underwear
so unaware, of what you prefer
to not actually wear'

Anyway, tell me about you day,
whining about people, while winding down
Wearing so many rushing thoughts like a crown
swore to Christ in a piercing tone, with a piercing on your tongue
As it was the only type of steel that stole my heart in a kiss'
felt so close to those red fiery lips
I kissed a burning sensation of passion; yelling out
"I've really missed you"

And so I kissed you
likewise to it always feeling like our very first
A nervous flirt who could never state his words
In a state of always being too shy to talk to girls
but at the first sight of you' I noticed your worth
In those pretty eyes made of pearls'

As we address all the events
******* ourselves
You and I firstly sleeping together'
then after we find our rest

                                       Goodnight!

Tell me if I read the language of your looks
then I would say you look so good in my books
I didn’t have much to say in person, but just love quotes
and I tried to wave you hello, but you must have been
on another boat

Teenage fever: is the heat of being in love so young
there’s a fire right through your skin- a burning glass
with that bright smile, to give jealousy to the rays of
the Sun

And I felt so wrapped in feelings just by your touch
like a ball of wool, my materiel of words all become
undone…

Heart feels recklessly uneven, taking more than it should. Why wouldn't you give.

Sadistic laughs in front of the mirror, finding humour in the scars of the past.
For I force them not to hold me back, their better place in the past. But the deeper pains of the journey through life seems destined to last.

So I count on the age, time slowly passing through me of the very chapters of life through every single page.
And I can't miss my role in this story, so I'll be forced to engage.

Count on the age, but not counting long enough on time in itself,
For secretly the single seconds steal my wealth, or have I confused it for health.

Perhaps maybe, but maybe won't answer the question,
But it seems to lead to justifiable depression. The type for a while, for only a session.

But all from a recklessly uneven Heart.

Dealing with a shallow soul, love so deep it scares them
away, drowning in the weight of my own thoughts,
has become a perpetual struggle that engulfs every
aspect of my being.

It feels as if I am trapped in a maze of emotions,
unable to find solace in the confines of my mind.
Each day is a battle, so intense that it feels like I am
grappling with my own existence.
Alone in this abyss of tangled emotions,
          I search for a lifeline -
a glimmer of hope to guide me out of this darkness.

But the words fail me; I am feeble in my attempts to
articulate the overwhelming complexity of my emotions.

It's like trying to paint a vivid picture of happiness when all
I see are shadows and despair. Love, once a source of joy,
now leaves me floating in a bewildered daze-
     brings me on my knees as a bad religion.

It's like being suspended in thin air, unable to grasp
onto anything tangible. With each passing day,
I find myself entangled in the suffocating webs of death,
forced to wear a mask of fake smiles to navigate through
the sea of unfamiliar faces.

In the tender years of my youth, at the age of sixteen, my prayers
soared high, burdened by doubts and fears, I yearned to remain
unseen - I recall the torrents of tears that cascaded when I was
merely ten, for it was in those fleeting moments that I unearthed
my strength within.  

I envisioned a future self, brimming with wisdom by twenty-one,  
a life meticulously charted, a race already won; I dreamt vividly of
a wedding by the age of twenty-three - as a spectacle to impress my
brothers, who loomed like giants to me.  

Once, the shadows were a terror from which I would swiftly flee,  
now they serve as a sanctuary where I sometimes crave to be free.  
I once believed friendship was a vast, bustling expanse, yet I find
solace in the few friendships, where I can truly take a chance.  

And my life remains still unfinished, unfinished as this poem…

Born, the catalyst of this world
Unknowingly where I'm going, but perhaps I'm heading in the right direction.
Speaking little as I was told.

What guides me is a compass of hope and faith
Pointing towards where the sun rises so my heart never sets
And following through this troublesome journey, seeking to find a place in empty space.

Where all oceans come to their very end, complacent to be there.
But if the end is closest to the very beginning, gladly I would stay there than to be lost nowhere.
And where the sun sets behind mountain tops, shall I rise at the peaks.
While the settling moon whispers sweet kisses and dreams to slow my unease,
Shall I rest at such a place for a couple of weeks.

Where tender whispers of the wind blows to slow down time to a slower pace,
That well the seconds are cut down to their smaller counterparts,
Filling the gaps of the hours wasted so carelessly amongst the empty space.

Then call that living,
Than to a life lesser of taking away of what we don't have,
To be then giving.

For time will always be wasted on those unfamiliar to it's ticks
Those who only understand time when it's read back to them.
Passing around the responsibilities of life, by short passes and kicks.

But then again the idea of only being a catalyst to this world.
Waiting on the other side of life, unwrapping what's hidden in us as revelation to unfold.

Thus, I might find myself falling in love
with the sweetness of a tongue,
the tender expressions that I've never known.
The assurances remain unverified, unvoiced.
I will pour my heart into a symphony of syllables,
but they remain as nothing more than silent echoes,
yearning to be heard.

In the currency of their love'
Could the world pay off;
Gamblers playing their luck?

Darling' we think we're,
Falling for each other:
But only in the effect of'
Falling dominoes.

Roses on your head'
Piercing thorns, sharp thoughts
As I do suppose;
You're open in light' of eyes,
Exposed to the Sun's dust:
Your hard heart; afraid to be'
In water, and turned to rust.

Why do we as kids'
Waste all the time of youth
Before we knew our fears;
And were pressured by peers?
Pressured to pursue this love.

As I only loved you'
Because I was told:
Said so, because it felt a role,
Playing each other in an act
Seen by eyes of those who couldn't;
Find anything close to love:
So they opted to find love in us.

All those fools;
Kids forgetting lessons'
Lessening their time in class.

I know now; I was never in love.

For none of us were born the same,
Surely for we were all given each a unique name.
Multi coloured in this world, filling the outlines of this one picture.
Each chosen for a purpose for it is written in scripture.

Be yourself and live well in your joyful wealth.

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To be human is sometimes being fearful of the unknown—
in a world where malevolence walks among us, where some
are openly evil; yet the most terrifying are those who cloak
wickedness behind an unsuspecting face... those I fear the most!

The love you believe they hold for you is an unknown
The truths they profess to share is an unknown
The appreciation they have for you is an unknown
The value of your value to them is an unknown
The picture of a non-public character is an unknown

And if there are facets of your being, to those you say are close
to you, yet they feel unknown – you were never that close!

....all time is a slow pace to death
as love is a muscle memory,
till the heart soon forgets it

Moments together, are whispers of poetry:
the blush of your smile, like blooms raising their
faces under bright the sun. That tender embrace,
lingers briefly on my lips, within the constraints
of it feeling like a haiku.

Their sweetness becomes fleeting memories; a struggle
to capture- not to keep thinking about it long after
I’m on a quest, fervently seeking sustenance in the form
of love and affection. Tears dripping, as a gardener’s rake,
trying to bring in evoking emotions, that resonate deeply
within my soul.

The covering of a tough persona, is now like jackets
that are discarded- through gloved hands, a palm still holds
onto the memory of your love. And no cold seeps out;
a spring in my step, that dance through my thoughts
Morning shivers soon vanish, once of a closed heart, as its
doors were slammed- jammed!

“Do you possibly have that
right key to have it unlocked”

Unpublished,
are my thoughts; ideas
that could of become dreams.

And how so I couldn't afford it,
I was only loose for change,
short of it, that I became indifferent
To not seeming to win and changing it all
-to lose for change.

So, so many things I could say,
"I love you," "I need you," "I miss you," etc.
But the response is like a lot of messages
-unread, blocked, archived, and forgotten
So it all remains in my head; a better off place said

The air crackled; pre-*** tenses – with unspoken tension between
their eyes;  “please tell me you didn’t.” —a silent pause, “well, I’d
rather not,” he replied, a hint of passive aggression lurking
beneath his own shy’s.

“Can we talk about it either way,” —a silent pause, “absolutely not!
There’s nothing left to say; it’s all over, just like I am,” – he struggles
to find the right words to send her away.

“I refuse to give up, because giving up means allowing you to drown
in your own doubts– hey, it happens; but it won’t change how I feel.
Love is friction, but let’s not compare its love life to fiction. All films
are written, but our lives are unscripted” –

"Let's just promise ourselves to talk about these things"

In many of our dreams, we might have lost our footing.
My dear, don’t you find that the landscapes reflected
in your gaze are far more elusive?

They hide within the shadows of your smile, even as
they drift away, yearning to spill their essence.

Yet, despite the space that separates us—me like the
vast ocean and you like the luminous moon—our love
remains a presence felt but never found.

The chances of not remembering a night are alarming,
leaving behind a void in the memory that can be quite unsettling. Sometimes, in the darkest moments, we become our own worst enemies, constantly battling with overwhelming emotions and an overwhelming urge to cry, even wishing for an escape from this overwhelming pain.

These feelings can intensify to the point that we find ourselves lingering on the edge, contemplating the unthinkable.

It's during these dark moments that we may find ourselves crafting an unsent suicide note, a testament to the despair and longing for release.
In a surreal twist, it can be disheartening to realize that the absence of a simple Wi-Fi code becomes the barrier between us and expressing our profound pain.

It's not that we're not willing to make an effort
to break free from the turmoil.
In fact, there are times when we muster the courage
to push forward, willing to endure the agony
for just a little longer.

The pressure we feel can reach a boiling point, as if we're seated
on a hot seat, where our entire existence teeters on the brink.
The weight of our entire life bears down on us, the uncertainty of our journey amplified by not truly knowing where we originated from.
Our confusion adds to the complexity, raising questions about our purpose and destination.

In the grand scheme of things, it becomes abundantly clear
that our path forward remains unknown.
Without a firm grasp on our origins, it becomes even more challenging to navigate the ambiguity of life's direction.
Despite this uncertainty, we continue to search for meaning,
hoping to find solace and purpose in the chaos that surrounds us.

Trying to find the pieces of tomorrow,
So we can build our future together-
Still if we landed on the footsteps
Of yesterday; I hope we don’t
Retrace most of them today.

And if you found yourself,
Would you still get lost with me;
Live a life to tantalize my veins;
On the hot asphalt of our dreams –

Racing for what you always long to say,
But you seem to bite down on
Your own words, biting to the point
Of bleeding, still your enthusiasm
Never subsides every time
You take my hand.

There’s a teeming love in this poem –
Burning beyond its own flame.
And truly death will be the only thing
To extinguish such an untamed flame.

Nowadays,
people are quick to;
throw hands,
or be under the sun
throwing shade,

                              What a shame

So many hanging
thoughts,
a weight on
my heart
feels like suicide
with a rope
around it's arteries
as I think heavily
to balance
the weight
I'm not thinking straight.

Searching for love;
feels like a risk
Especially after-
that first kiss.

Welcome to adult!

                       Whereby we're conned into living,
                        more likey the con is adulthood
The freedom joy from not being too young to do something
is just being forced into responsibility, and ****** feelings towards          
                     being told to have your **** together

Welcome to adult!

                    Whereby freedom of choice is diluted
                   by somehow making the wrong choices
To know how to do something on someone else's past experiences
learn how to swim early when overthinking every deep thought
           You're never enough; as adulthood asks for so much
  
Welcome to adult!

                  Whereby being so sad when you’re happy
          drinking pain, being numb to self worth and love
Talking ******* towards each other, feeling ****** about ourselves
Sunshine in the back pocket, and keeping all our bright ideas behind
           Being an adult adds on your worries as if they count

                                                          ­         ....being an adult *****

As I stood in my room, a mysterious door materialized before my eyes. Its black surface seemed to beckon me, promising an adventure beyond my wildest dreams. Intrigued by the unknown, my young and curious self couldn't resist the temptation. With a surge of excitement, I stepped through the door, leaving the familiarity of my room behind.

To my astonishment, I found myself transported to a lush and jungle-like world. The air was thick with humidity, and the vibrant green foliage surrounded me on all sides. As I ventured deeper into this enchanting realm, my senses were overwhelmed by the symphony of exotic sounds and the earthy scent of nature.

Lost in the beauty of this new world, I failed to notice the intricate spiderweb that lay in my path. Before I knew it, I was entangled in its sticky embrace. Panic surged through me as I realized the danger I was in. If the web was this colossal, what monstrous creature had spun it?

Suddenly, a giant black widow spider emerged from the shadows. Its eight beady eyes fixated on me, hunger gleaming in its gaze. Fear gripped my heart, but I refused to succumb to its predatory intentions. Summoning every ounce of strength, I fought against the silken threads that bound me.

With a burst of determination, I managed to break free from the spider's web. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I sprinted towards the door, desperate to escape the clutches of the venomous arachnid. The sound of the spider's screeching pursuit echoed in my ears, urging me to run faster.

Finally, I reached the door just in the nick of time. As I attempted to slam it shut, the spider lunged forward, attempting to force its way through. With all my might, I pushed back, narrowly avoiding its venomous fangs scratching my arm.

Relief washed over me as I successfully closed the door, sealing the spider and its treacherous world behind me. But my heart still raced with the intensity of the encounter. I knew I had to share this extraordinary tale with someone, so I eagerly awaited my mother's return from work.

As her car pulled into the driveway, I rushed to meet her, eager to recount the events that had unfolded. However, to my dismay, she dismissed my story as a figment of my imagination. Determined to prove the truth, I led her to my room, guiding her towards the mysterious door. But as we entered my room, the door vanished just as mysteriously as it had materialized.

As I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for fabricating the details of my supposed escapade. My mother, of course, didn't hold back in expressing her disappointment, scolding me for my dishonesty. Left alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help but question the authenticity of the entire experience. Was it all just a figment of my imagination? Despite my doubts, one thing was undeniable - the scratch on my arm. It served as a tangible reminder that something had indeed transpired. As I examined it closely, a sense of unease washed over me. The venom from whatever had caused the scratch was slowly taking effect, and I couldn't help but wonder what consequences awaited me.

Am I low-key;
or is it
being lonely?

And in the grapevine-
made to be the wine that ages.

We don't celebrate its birthday

But are we any different,
thinking we can stay forever young?
A bottle too ages by the years;
Can we all not grow in maturity?

Take a sip of that.

Love is a rush
but to what end of fools rushing to fall in love? Hearts to be pacing in the presence of your love; still there are those running to break another heart.

Breaking and entering,—
all those stolen heart's to never fall in love again. Conversations of us just being friends; putting up these walls of defence. Oh how maddening it is, to know there's no ****** for your heart, to defend yourself from love sickness. It is wicked, as all our crushes can leave us in pieces.

Still a love in pieces, can build you high towers of towering over love,
or cowering over love.

Skeletons trapped in
the closet;
trying to pick a bone,
I'm feeling so lost;
or maybe I'm just
feeling alone.

Jesus eyes made of explosives,
blood on the flag, banners
cascading man's ill motives
A sickening world,
I should speak another prayer,
i just don't have enough of the words.

My self will, is selfish as the kids
hiding candy in their ***** pockets
Life isn't really sweet;
costless living is costly for others,
when you're no longer living at all
Getting all of our kicks from playing games
with the girls. Hoping they play ball,
play with my *****, and maybe catch a score.
Call her by her for a night,
later on, we won't call you at all.

And you should cry yourself a river,
wet up your eyes, so you can barely see
Still don't misstep your feet,
as anyone can slip into their depression
And I'll draw out all of your negative emotions,
as it becomes the picture, as you drew out your weapon.

                               It's a hard world we live in.

Life never really gets easier the more you grow, you just grow tougher skin. As you navigate through the various stages and chapters of life, you quickly come to realize that the challenges and obstacles don't disappear; they merely morph and evolve. While we may yearn for a smooth-sailing journey, where each passing year brings more ease and comfort, the truth is that life has a way of throwing unexpected curveballs our way. However, what does change is our ability to adapt and cope with these challenges.

As we grow older, we accumulate a wealth of experiences, both good and bad, that shape our perspective and inner strength. It's as if we develop an invisible armor, a thick layer of resilience that shields us from the impact of life's adversities. We become adept at bouncing back from failures, disappointments, and heartbreaks. We learn to reframe setbacks as opportunities for growth and self-discovery. We develop a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us, which gives us the strength to face whatever comes our way.

Additionally, growing tougher skin doesn't mean that we become hardened or desensitized to the joys and beauty of life. On the contrary, we appreciate the little moments of happiness and find solace in the simple pleasures. We learn to savor the present and find gratitude in even the smallest things. This ability to find joy amidst the chaos, to see the silver lining in every situation, is a testament to our growth and resilience.

Moreover, growing tougher skin means that we become more comfortable with uncertainty and change. We no longer fear the unknown but instead embrace it as an opportunity for growth. We become flexible and adaptable in the face of unforeseen circumstances, knowing that we have the strength and resilience to navigate whatever life throws at us.

Ultimately, the concept of growing tougher skin is about cultivating inner strength and emotional resilience. It's about developing the skills and mindset necessary to navigate the ups and downs of life with grace and composure. It's realizing that life will always present challenges, but our ability to face them head-on is what truly matters. And as we continue to grow and mature, we become more equipped to handle whatever life has in store for us. So, while life may not necessarily become easier, we can take solace in the fact that we are continuously growing stronger and more resilient with each passing day.

Skinned emotions and ***** thoughts; we can be
careless as a dream —feeling a pinch of love, still  
pinch me if I’m dreaming.  

I glamour on compulsive needs; never satisfied by a  
wanting happiness; creasing a stone face, and waiting  
for the wrinkles of time, to smooth out my maturity.  

The flesh only learns what is important, when starved  
of all that is convenient; as the mind is an ****** *****,  
beautiful, wild, creative and charming—  
when trained well.  

Live by your flesh; you’ll die by it too, as it dines on you
Put no mind on the things that you do;
then pay  no mind to when people call you a fool.

A man could be looking for a wife,
But not looking to be her husband
As we'd stay glued to our past
Only with a glimpse to the future

                   The similarity?

We'd go on searching for the right fit
Of past experiences in a small frame
The bigger picture,—
Is we're often stuck in something
By ourselves, together in misery
To say it's love; well at least for the other
It's a love for an idea,
A glimpse of a preferred future

.          Careful, love is always a tricky thing

As we immerse ourselves in this ecstatic embrace,
calling upon the stars; hoping they too know our name
—they bear witness to our passion, twinkling with joy
as they watch us revel in the depths of our blissful affection.

And in their silent presence, we are reminded of
the vastness of the universe and the infinitesimal yet
profound impact of our love. We lie there, bathed in
the shimmering light of the stars, we cannot help
but plan for the future.

Our fiction;
is our
human nature;

And it'
fascination:

Look beyond
your
imagination,

At it' end
you'll find
a new
creation:

And the
reason for
all things
changing.

hearts racing,
the grass is split-
lioness has caught prey.

And I have your beauty;
Hanging on my neck'
As everytime you kiss it,
A piece of you is always left.

Now as everybody' love;
Feels a little bit complicated:
It seems pleasantly different;
When you love someone,
They all thought was so basic.

And so... Our eyes swim in
all of their tears.
Drowning in-
     sorrows, and many regrets.

As shall I... Weep in happiness, and
formally my despairs
Weeping joyously-
  as to have conquered fears

But many, shall be my tears.

Nowadays;

knowledge is just the know,
walking to the ledge,
close to the edge.
And if you go on to follow,
a fool's knowledge;
you'd soon be dead...

Easy to say, "I'm okay"
when asked how you're doing today.

So strange...

Knowing we hide tragedies behind
such a simple phrase,
For the sake of some kind of
happiness they can praise.

But hey...

Maybe I'm okay...
            or
The tone I should use is;
          I'm okay?

Raised to be-
a lover and not a fighter;
But a fighter for my love.