I will wait outside
because you've locked the doors,
battened down the hatches,
and prepared for a storm
but the day will come
when you’re not afraid anymore
and I’ll be where you left me
because I've always been yours.

someday someone out there is going to look at you like you’re made of stardust and will love you as if it's what they were born to do.

wait for it.

Look at her, standing there.
Such divine beauty,
Contained in a ravage soul.

He is all over her,
I wish that he would
Look at me like he does her.

Her flawless perfection,
Rain or shine,
the brightest days nor darkest nights
can compare to her.

Call me what you will
Jealous
Envious
Conceited
Ravished, maybe.

I certainly cannot compare
To the magnificent glow
She can produce
In one smile for him.

If only,
He loved me,
Like he loved her.

Growing up
They tell us two
Things at the same time
To enjoy our childhood but
Also to become adults as fast
As we possibly can and we ache
From the failures that shouldn't be
And the lines that slowly weave through
Our foreheads give away our inclining age
Life is a sordid battle of sorts and an awkward
Amalgamation of feelings without names and people
Who come and leave when they fancy and trust is all it takes
To make and break a person standing on the edge of the sea line
Waiting to dive headfirst into the unknown because ignorance is bliss
And nights contemplating death are few and far between but they do exist
But feelings exist for no raeson and reason is an unwarranted current
For we strive too strongly to incite logic into everything we know
And strip ourselves of reckless decisions for solemn strictures
What if we left our feelings alone and accept that they
Unlike us will never be gone and wrecked or ever torn
Life is the awkward waiting game for the end
And that will come soon enough
But till then we must live
Fully and greatly
Rush not and
Hold on
Tight

Disappointment comes in futuristic forms
It is the
Realisation that
I will never breathe the oxygen
of the Arctic
Or what is left of it
And it comes in waves
I see myself swimming
In oceans that I will never come to touch
Buildings that I will never come to climb
People that I will never come to meet
Between plane rides I hop
From trajectory to trajectory
Losing myself
Out cold in this cowardly world I crave
For a little stability
For I know neither
What
Nor
Who
I love
Any longer
And mysteries such as these
Shall wreck confusion like thunder
A storm blows though I have no sight for it
And life goes on as usual
I see the world in film and grain
Assisted vision that brings me closer
But to stand on these fields
Uninhibited
Will that remain a vision too?
Adventure calls and I await
But machiavellian blocks they tumble
There is no pride in living
One day at a time
But time after time it seems
Choice is not on our side
And some dreams that you have will just
Never come to be
So you sit and wait for life
And you start to play with fire
Till the lonely harp in the labyrinth starts to break the strings of time

I don't live here
Or even close by.
I'd tell you where I live
but I wouldn't want to lie;
you won't like it a bit.
I live in the casted shadows
of trees sprouting life.
Hiding away from
the unbearable ray of light,
that you call,
Hope.
I float as disguised dust
in the air that doesn't get a chance in the sunlight.
I live in ordinary coincidences
and sunken tears on pillow cases.
I'm in the coffee stains,
the discouraging rains
and naive romances.
I live in the kind people with tragic endings,
the whispers on nostalgic lanes
and lonesome dances.
Now, I've told you where I live,
in the realities of the miracles you live by
and in all honesty, it doesn't feel like home.
I wouldn't want to lie.

some
    people
          throw
             around
                 words,
                      that
                          others
                               consider
                        ­             precious...