All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a mountain laughing at the river below.
Like a beautiful face you see for a second on the sidewalk.
Like a blue star glimmering in the sky, that's probably already gone.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like true love.
Like a good song to keep us going through the day.
Like our personal heroes to make us feel like were perfectly fine.
Like a letter in a drawer you were to bring to a secret naked lover.
All goods and words and pretty poems will fade eventually.
Like a great big whale dancing across the sea.
Like an endless forest full of life and chaos.
Like an aspiring poet writing this poem.
All good words and pretty poems will fade eventually.

Living is for believing and loving
For a long time, I have believed and loved
For a long time, I have told the truth and been lied to...

We often ask ourselves "why can't they see it the way we do? Why is it that that they can't adjust themselves to think like me, even if only for an hour?" And so we get disappointed in everyone, we think them fools and not once try to see things as they see it, not once do we try to think the way they do and thus we shall never understand why it is that they don't understand.

The night is silent,
The cool breeze passes through each alley and street,
The stars try to keep their heavy eyes open in their drowsiness,
And the moon has covered herself with the thick blanket of clouds.

I wish I could sing you a lullaby or tell you a story to help you fall asleep,
However the rain and the kind crickets are already doing that for us,

I wish you a safe and sound journey to the world of dreams,
Goodnight my friend.

paraiba skies bring perfect sunsets
sapphires from rocks in lapidary hands
turquoise glow in the ocean shimmer
even a tattered bluejay feather is beautiful
I smile for my heart feels blue

I wish to write a poem out of tears.
I wish to write a poem out of laughter.
I wish to write a poem out of sorrow and rejection.
I wish to write a poem out of the good times no longer here.
I wish to write words out of the misery, out of the agony that millions of children live through everyday.
Whether they're missing, abused, kidnapped, sold, ran away, beaten every day, carved in their leaders words.
I wish to write poems made out of stars.
Faintly watching us slowly turn to them every night.
I wish to write a poem that every human, every creature, every animal, every creature can understand.
I wish to write poems with no words.
As the most profound words say the least.
I wish to write a poem made of blood, tears, sweat, skin, hair, teeth.
I wish to write a poem made of broken trees, torn apart to make buildings bigger.
I wish to write a poem out of the soul of those who are now extinct.
I wish to write a poem that can touch a person's heart.
Sadly without these miseries.
How are we ever to know what happiness really is?

Write as if you've never written before.
Write as if you'll never write again.
Write as if the person you love most in life ends up as the person you hate most at the wake of death.
Write as if nobody will ever see your work.
Write as if you've died more times in your own life than you've lived.
Write as if the music is still there.
Write as if you've suffered through your years.
Write as if you have the worst dayjob on earth.
Write as if it reads the reader. Rather than the reader reading your work.

The universe,
every cloud,
every flower,
every beautiful and ugly thing,
Want you to live your own life,
To carve your own path,
Even your ancestors
Want you to walk the path of freedom.

The night is starry and blue stars shiver in the distance,
The lonely moon weeps in her solitude,
and the spikes of grass dance in the melancholy breeze.

The red rose holds the morning dew with her crimson petals
and the little bird cries amidst the branches
of a once verdant tree

Trees sulk
Stars shiver
Moons weep
Birds wail
And for I,
I sit still, so sedentary...

In this forsaken tomb I shall reside
forevermore...

There you are
An old familiar friend
You were there at the start
And you’ll be there at the end

You had been away for a while
But I didn’t miss you
It’s a strange notion
Feeling blue

You’ve made me numb
To my brittle bones
You’ve made me feel
Not at home

A familiarity that’s jarred
A perspective that's scarred
A knot so tight its shakes my hands
And then
Departs

As swift as we were together
We are now apart
My stomach that felt full
Now feels starved

I was never good at goodbyes
For us, a near impossible task
There’s an empty space
That you had carved

We had been one for so long
So now I ask
Do I miss you?

It’s a strange notion
Feeling blue

Is darkness the absence of light?


Is good the absence of evil?


Can there be good without evil?


There cannot be light without dark in the same way that there cannot be good without evil - you need one to see and understand the other.
There cannot be sound without silence for without these intervals of no-sound you would have pure noise and that would be incomprehencible.
Next time that you are hearing someone talk, the song of the birds, the sound of steps or the noise of anything - try to focus on the intervals of silence and you shall see that if they were not there, between each word and each step, you would hear nothingness. But what is nothingness?

In order for there to be nothing there must be something, right?

I stole a piece of gold my love,
And stored it safe in ores,
I stole the dawn that glows above,
To paint the stars of lore.

Beneath the ore; the starry night,
We lay there quiet and sore,
Treasure that was so bright at sight,
Remains dispersed ashore.

Regrets like pieces may align,
In puzzling boards of fate,
Your hands will scramble all of mine -
For that - a day shall wait.

Masked and Chained under every face, every body, lies dormant the human psyche - a sea so vast, a space so immense that none can come to fathom it whole.

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

Pallid green,
maybe ashen gray,
a paler look
than yesterday.

The corners of your mouth
are now turned downward,
and your eyes are looking
somewhat the same.

What I was hoping for was not for this,
and now my hope wanes reminisce
as I remember your vibrant color,
and my love for you - as no other.

Lord, why do I see hues of such unskilled painter,
as the canvas is brushed with this fleeting death?
Everything is so smeared and smudged together,
as my heart is sliced by such a clumsy spatula.

But as her life-force is now, and O so slowly, dissipating,
no grasp or hold of mine can keep us here together.
So as my love's last breath releases into the air we breathed,
everything we ever had on earth is fading - and disappearing.

To the degree that you condemn others and find evil in them,
You are to that degree unconscious of the same thing in yourself.

I don't know what I want you to be
I just want the night to end
And the day to pass by in a flash.
Yet I still want to be stuck in time
I don't know what to ask of you,
Perhaps if time went faster
It would wither our worries away
I don't know what to ask the Day,
My head is a jumbled mess
I just want you to come quicker
Please

It's time to stop your wails
Your shrieks and your tales
Of this wretched virus here
Do other things please my dear
This site is plagued by these words
"Coronavirus! Covid-19!"
God, how long has it even been?

I understand that lives are lost
But it will end whatever the cost
So stop writing about it here
There are other places
For these lifeless "poems"

You used to be my pink skies and cotton candy clouds but now everything is grey, rainy and miserable.

And it makes me want to cry.

We're going in a different direction now and I am not the one who pulled the steering wheel.

I no longer see my open fields flooded far and wide with cherry blossoms and all the green sparrows have flown away.

They are crying now and I can no longer hear your voice.

Instead, it is all a barren wasteland. And the sand is not even at least the beautiful orange the Sahara desert always is.

All the portraits in my castle have gone blank. The castle itself, war torn, brought down to rubble as a result of the battle I fought within myself.

I may have lost the battle but I have not yet lost the war. I hope.

Unfortunately, our worlds did not collide as subtly as I had prayed. It was a violent mishap, an event outside of time.

I sit silently and alone in the centre of my dreams as I have witnessed them being violently washed away by ocean waves with my hands tied and bound by my admiration for you.

You like beaches right? That has to mean something, maybe a reason for you to stay a little longer.

You are my Dystopia.

But dystopia is subject to interpretation.

And what is yours will never be mine and what is mine you do not even want at all.

My dystopia sounds like it belongs in a book, but we all know how long that lasts.

Where whispers hollow and hollow's whisper
Running water and time go swifter
A flawless work with flawless rhyme
Can't rush the sunrise, take your time

Follow the fate that you chose
Watch closely now, count the crows
Though our heroes are running short
Enter into our murderous court

There is nothing to write about
Oh but look! The sun is out!
But again that's so dull,
Maybe I'll write about a bull?
No no no, no one does that
Oh yeah I used to have hat
It was a wonderful olive green
I loved it when I was a teen!
But those bygone days won't return;
some of it's memories need to burn,
Though it used to be sweet
It was gone in one heartbeat.
So there's nothing to write about
And so every word is filled with doubt
Maybe I'll have something tonight
Or tomorrow, about a flight:

A one with birds
Amidst the skies
Amidst the clouds
Over the mountains
Over the shores
Atop the houses
Atop the hills
One with peace
One with war
My poems will take you afar :)

You say and sigh your youth away.
You make it misery for yourself,
and complain that you didn't live life to the fullest.
Just like this,
Your life slips by
While you mourn the memories you never had.

I met you in the most peculiar way, my greatest friend, and so I don't regret doing what I did, of course many would not believe it; some of the simplest things in life are the most difficult to imagine and understand.

The days are grey
and the nights are cloudy
I am lost in this monotony

Do you remember when we first met?
The first time I annoyed you?
The first thought you had when you saw me?
Do you remember how it all changed?
How we used to stay up all night and talk?
or the way we used to shout each other's names at school?
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the colour of my hair?
The sound of my voice?
The colour of my sad eyes?
Do you remember the feel of my hand?
The notes that I left in the books I gave you?
Remember when I beat our teachers in chess, in front of you?
Remember all the things I told you?
Every word, every advice, every confession?

You probably don't.
But I remember everything about you,
as if all of it happened yesterday...

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

“Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?”

Each time I hear the violins cry.
I can find my reasons for living again.
Each time I hear the wind dance.
I know there's hope right in front of me.
Each time I feel the sun bringing me joy.
I try to bring joy right back to this universe.
Just like I was born to.
Each time I hear the radio singing to me.
I know my life is something I should laugh at.
Each time the bad times come my way.
I know the good times are in the waiting room.
Waiting to come to me.
I may not even be alive by the time they arrive.
But they'll come.
They'll come.
They'll come.

Stars above, moon so bright
Will you heed my song tonight?
Lyrics of joy, verses of pain
Melodies of loneliness run through my veins
I cry at the heavens
Like the wolves and their brethren
Hoping to catch a soul who might listen
The chords so joyful tell a sweet tale
One that can be heard on a passing gale
We can dance together
Like long lost lovers
Ready to see what the darkness uncovers
Until the sun rises
And again you shall rest
We'll travel the night
On the light we know best

The worst thing about our children is that they will be like us.
They will have a childhood with sweet memories,
They will have hopes,
They will dream,
They will strive to be better people,
They will love,
They will imagine a better tomorrow,
They will want justice,
They will want peace,
They will want respect,
They will want comfort,
They will work hard,
They will be disappointed,
They will rise back up when they fall,
They will be like us...

Crushing heavy apathy
Heart racing with anxiety
I would rather be in misery
Than feel just absolutely nothing
Every thought I have is haunting
Please just let me feel something

Under this weight I will break
Forget me for your own sake
No tears to cry
Not scared to die
Still, I'm alive
Don't ask me why
I'm chocking with every breath
Chocking while wishing for death

Here I am.
Dressed in white.
Almost in heaven.
All alone.
With myself.
With the moon.
With the stars.
With the world.
With the gods.
With the sky,
With the sun.
With the ocean.
With the spirits.
With the angels.
With the beatles.
With the kings of the red flowers of love.
With me.
With you.
With everyone.
With no one.
With the company of a blinding light.
A bright light.
A really really bright light.
The brightest light you could ever imagine.
I do know how to love.
I do know how to breathe.
I do know how to care.
I do know how to run.
I do know how to fly.
I reach my arms like long and bold trees to the heavens.
This is it.
I am me.
I am me.
I am me.
I then woke up and went to the bathroom.

You are loved
You are valued
You are strong
You will get through it all

The moon peered through the clouded sky
as sun set on the mountains high
she wondered if they knew below
the things she'd seen in all her glow

the scurry of this human race
caught in circles fast embrace
locked within their sinful ways
repeat rewind replay each day

once she'd felt their softest touch
pin ***** of a flag pole ******
marked as if they owned her now
such foolish man in foolish hour

wars, floods, pandemic woes
shifting lands seasides flows
burning landscapes ice age fraught
man oh man what next be brought

the moon peered through the clouded sky
weeping clouds her only cry
heal man of earthly woes
heal so i may once more glow

Looks like I'm here again,
With the flowers,
With the trees,
With the cotton coloured clouds,
With the afternoon breeze.
Looks like I'm here again,
With the wet sands of the shore,
With the silent waves of the torperous sea,
With the grey sky,
With me.
Looks like I'm here again,
With the tick tock of the clock,
With the foggy windows,
With the creaking door,
With the wooden chair by the bed.
Looks like I'm here again,
With her hand in mine,
With the smell of her hair,
With the sound of her voice,
With the sight of her smile-
It's 6 am, I better go wash my face.

Sky shines a pinkish hue
The wind hums a lonely tune
Dusk is cold

The Truth was a mirror,
that fell far from the sky,
and shattered into pieces,

Each person took a piece of it,
and saw themselves in its reflection,
thus they thought that they possessed the Truth,
whereas the Truth lay in the hands of everybody.

I miss sleeping on the rooftop of grandma's house and lying down under the clear night sky,
I would stare at the shy moon and she would sometimes stare back.
I remember the stars winking at me,
The cool breeze would caress my face until I was asleep,
The crickets would sing their lullabies,
And my mother and aunts would chatter the night away.

I remember how happy everyone were,
I remember days where worries wouldn't plague our minds,
I remember their simple smiles,
Their resonant laughs,
I remember those simple days,
I remember you...

It's been a pleasure knowing you,
Although we didn't really last.
It's been a pleasure knowing you,
I often think about the past.
It's been a pleasure knowing you,
Questions flood my mind.
It's been a pleasure knowing you,
Thank you for being kind.

*************

Alas, it all came to an end.
At last we are but done.
Alas, the morning's grey again .
At last our days are gone.

************

Do not mourn the good memories,
Who mourns happiness after all?
Do not think of who I've been,
You have changed and so have I.

************

Free yourself!
Free yourself from the bounds of love!
When have you seen a happy lover
Who hasn't been hurt at its hands?

You're missing the wrong person my friend
So stop wasting your time.

************

What good would love do
When one cannot feel your love?
It's better that it ended when it did;
I couldn't carry on,
There's nothing I could do.

*************

It's been a pleasure knowing you,
I know what you're going through.
It was a pleasure knowing you,
But now the time has come,
So let  me make it simple and short
As no to hurt us both
Goodbye my dearest
Goodbye.

When you let go.
You will find your place in this universe, finally.
When you let go.
You will find your place inside you, hopefully.
When you let go of love.
It gets harder to hate each passing day.
When you let go of your battles.
You will find love in those battles, hopefully.
When you let go of yourself.
You will lose yourself in this world.
When you lose yourself in this world.
You will be found in this universe.
The loneliest universe of the gods.
A universe controlled by secret songs singing the soundtracks of our lives.
Laughing at every planet and pattern they create.
When they created you, they created you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are the only you in this universe.
You are the only I in this universe.
What a lonely existence this is sometimes.

The tick tock of the clock,
voices,
the sound of the dancing pen
resounds in my head.

what am I doing?
what am I to do?
on this lonely night
with this blue hue.

everyone is silent
the world is asleep
yet my moments are escaping
like sand held in hand.

Time has stopped
yet the clock still ticks
my patience is gone,
yet still, I have to carry on.

I think it’s dark and cold down here, I’ve fallen down a well
Do not ask from whence I came, I was born in this cell
The mossy brickwork is the mother from which I was made
I am the slimy demon children hide from under shade

There is no need for living, I have no use for air
I am only sentient, not alive but I am there
I haunt the hole I live in, the angel of the well
I hear the young ones peer inside, they never ever dwell

I am the folklore you avoid, do you believe in me?
I am a children’s story you stand by childishly
It’s only superstition, there’s no girl inside the well
The girl that was in here was quickly sent away to hell

Throw your rusted pennies, make a wish, disturb my sleep
I am the muddy devil that will drown you in the deep