Her eyes so bright;
Do you ever wonder where the sun goes at night?

The rain, dancing on the pavement
in no specific arrangement.

Luminous flames eat away at sharp skewers,
Her eyes silver-grey, clashing with the tables of steel.

Barbecue roasting, impaled through the middle
The pain paled in comparison to watching you smile.

A toast to me, myself and I, a glass of sweet solitude.
I watch tall wine glasses clang drunkenly together, alone.

A pin drops in the distance; no silence to accompany it.
Unnoticed it goes, by the arrogant lords and goddesses.

Pick a flower, compliment her hair; devil may care.
She's walking away, I tell her 'Ma'am, have a nice day'

Left alone to stumble back home,
sipping champagne royally; Mockery.

Spilling champagne and it swirls down the drain
I tilt my head back, laughing carelessly all the way.

She had waves of hair           
cascading down her back
And waves of thought
running through her brain
Waves of sweet melody     
dripping from her tongue
The waves were strong         
and couldn't be tamed
The aqueous flame                 
in her heart was the same
                      Her waves were of                             a fiery essence
And left them in need          
of her shallow and deep

For when they, the people, were in her presence
She was the only source of life they could see

Human beings are constantly in need of water
And she was water of the best purity

So how could they deny themselves
A taste of the natural salty sea?

A sea that was blissful, wild and free.

the fog is slowly clearing up
and spring is colouring the hills
I'm not chaining daisies anymore
I'm kissing yellow daffodils

They say
The music
is bad for me;
They don't see that
The music
helps me breathe.

They say
Excessive texting
is unhealthy;
They don't see
What they've taken
away from me.

They say
It leaves my
mind empty;
They don't see
These lines
of poetry.

What if** your brain
was just a small packet of popcorn
that desperately needed
a microwave.

What if it refuses
to operate
until you show it some love-
Let it open itself up.

What if all it wanted was
to feel a little more lightweight-
'pop' away the pressure of being
confined to a head-cage.

What if our brains
Were just raw popcorn pieces
That needed some heating
To melt away the pain.

I try to write you back,
but were you ever mine to write?

During the day,
My brain is in chains,
At night it breaks out of its cage.

During the night,
My dreams, they take flight;
And I wish they would give me a fright.

The gypsy life,
never in one place twice.
Always on the go,
metaphorically so.

The gypsy mind,
it's one of a kind.
Always changing,
rearranging.

The gypsy type,
they never think twice.
So easy to lose,
*They're too fast for you.

We all write wistful poetry
About wings to help us fly
When all we really need
Is to simply close our eyes.
Out of lifelessness or bliss,
We would still be
**Sky high.

Your compassion for art
Led me to think I loved it too,
But it wasn't art I grew to love
**It was the memory of you.

the composer, the symphony
the poet, the poetry
the artist, the masterpiece

the poet
is no poetry.
the artist
is no masterpiece.

the instrument,
until played,
carries no melody.

these conflicting qualities
could never meet.

~

Echoes reverbate inside
this blue satellite,
signals of sadness and
ashen butterflies.

It's the little things
that bring nature to life,
smaller still are
the things that **** light.

quiet, stolen brightness
oh, it doesn't belong to me
but this sky is your black ceiling,
I'm just trying to be seen
and I see you-
I see you-
I see you shying away, yes
every few days, there's less,
every month the same cycle,
over and over again
and you don't know
how much is too much
and you don't know
when you'll be enough
and you're stuck
cutting those pieces
and you struggle
to bring them back
back to largeness,
back to circular-
insecurity,
phases of the moon,

and the Sun does smirk
in the morning blue.

My favourite version of reality
is the one inside my head.

I know I'm only talking crazy,
we all have those days; pretend.

Pretend your brain is just a stage,
and you have something to prove.

Pretend there are all these people living
inside this world you always choose.

Pretend the life outside yourself
is just the place you go to sleep.

Pretend that when your eyes are closed,
that's the life you want to keep.

Pretend nobody out here is real,
and live like a silent mystery.

Pretend the Earth is your asylum
and keep trying to run free.

This pretending thing is great,
you will soon begin to see.

Live life a little brighter,
*just pretend along with me.

Falling for a poet
is like swimming in an ocean
of warm, blue water,
with currents that never cease
and waves with a constant flow.

Natural, the water is,
though some would call it
*****, unfiltered* & dangerous-
and dangerous it is, absolutely!
Swim in too deep and
you'd probably drown in its volume!

Oceans cannot be tamed,
Oceans cannot be blamed,
Oceans can be changed.

But if you do get out of the ocean alive,
if you do manage to conditionally survive,
you would be leaving the water
*****, poisoned & polluted.  

Hence, the poet shall write.

You'll never see souls
Spray painted with pink
You'll never know stereotypes
Or make judgments, too quick
You'll watch how each soul floats
With a grace of their own
And the presence of everyone
Will always be known
Because if we were all just souls
Floating around, all alone
With no bodies to define
The beauty that's shown.
Everyone would be beautiful
In their own magnificent way
And tomorrow would always
Be a beautiful day.

colourblind
to traffic lights
but I know how they're
supposed to look

I walk along
a thinning kerb
frequently falling
stumbling along

nothing stops me
I stay on the edge
this line between safety
and imminent death

Because when you live on a sphere,
there's nowhere to run.
You'll just keep running until you get tired, and accept defeat.
When your options of freedom deceive you,
when they add up to some other form of what you're going through,
there's nothing much you can do.
Because when everybody around you breaks their word
and you've got nobody,
what can you really do
but pray the ground doesn't fall through?  
The fragility of trust has yet to be acknowledged, it seems.
I guess I'll just keep walking down this never ending road,
because I've nowhere else I can really go.
And maybe I'll find another unfortunate being, as lost as I am.
Maybe we could work this out together.
*Maybe we can all someday, somehow
Find our way home.

You're screaming at me
and I don't understand
but all I can see
is the blood on my hands
Regrets splattered colourfully,
an array of guilt
A constant reminder
of the walls that I've built.
I needed somebody
to show me the way home
Now that you're not around
I feel dangerously alone
Dear future memories,
welcome to my danger zone.
It's irresistible,
now my nightmares have grown.

I know you like your loneliness
but don't leave me here alone;
I'm in love with your melancholy,
your crevices, my home

Your eyes
Your hair
Your captivating stare
Our similarities
Our differences
Our moments we share
The thought of you
The thought of me
The thought of what is meant to be
My universe
My time
My energy
All stand before me
The fireworks  in your eyes
In my stomach are butterflies
What we have is explosive
Dangerous yet breathtaking
Our hearts entwined
In this fragile web.
The spider is fate
And it brought us together
*To destroy us forever.

We have all the time in the world, we say
But how much time is that anyway?

A world of bloodshed and poverty,
governmental discrimination, and anarchy.

People avoiding this harsh reality,
Our hearts ignoring their silent pleas

No, life is far from being a dream
Our world is tearing at the seams

*Is humanity a miracle
Or disease?

Prodigious minds

Burning inside

Chasing their lives

Drowning in tides

The mind of a genius

Fungusified

The madness has died

It's unjustified

Because 'they' never learn
That it's not all about grades,
In fact sometimes it never has been.

But if you were to invent
Some ingenious contraption
You would become famous, you see.

So many bright minds
But most of the light died
On the way to adulthood, from their teens.

I've never felt pride
When my A's, they shine
Because it hasn't a link to me.*

Side note:

Just a little poem to rant about how unfair life can be, when your brains are only thought to be clever due to your grades. Think about the ones who basically created the subjects, added those complicated formulas they thought up. They were thought of as idiots, some of them. Until they made mind-blowing discoveries. I
recently watched this video called 'don't stay in school' by boyinaband on YouTube, and despite its name, it's actually a pretty intelligent argument. I fully agree with its statement. (The guy explains in another video that he didn't literally mean don't stay in school, it was to strengthen his point and catch the attention of anyone interested.) The video argues about how some things we learn in this education system are completely pointless, and useless if we compare them to other things which will actually help us prosper and understand this for our future.

If only memories were like the ink of a pen.

*They'd start to change
From jet black to grey
Until they'd completely
Fade away...

Thoughts from one mind,
Transferred to another.
From one pair of lips,
Words are exchanged
With the other.
Understanding;
A mutual bond
Is discovered.
Agreement, disagreement,
Friendship, lovers.
These words can be sharp
And cut to your heart.
These words can be sweet,
But not necessarily smart.
They can end lives,
They can cause anger to rise.
Conversation is dangerous
In some situations.
Conversation is life-saving
If the thoughts uttered are wise.

divided,
undecided,
trying to hide it;
struggling.

Write with what you have,
even if it isn't the best.
Write with all your might,
Create wonders, feel that pride.
Write as is your right,
Let your spirit breathe again.

*Every word written
goes down in history
As a flower blooming
in the fields of poetry.

Now, she's not just anyone
In fact she's a special someone
She's that kind of someone
You want to share with no one

She's like this calmness that settles on the ocean
After the waves come crashing down
She's like the purest form of unfiltered water
The prettiest sea to set eyes upon

But she can be lost so easily
She's got the strength of a thousand tides
But even the slightest pollution
causes such damage to her aqueous soul
Though the sea is magnificently great,
She still wants to hide.
Does that make her any less?

She can be lost so easily, I repeat
And I haven't mastered how to
stop the water spilling from my hands
Til all that's left is the bitter truth
That she'll never love you
And all you can do
Is look at the remains,
The bitterness inside you
Left, only the grains
Of leftover salt; **the memory of her.

Our heads
will hurt,
Our bones
will break.

We ******
love;
Our hearts,
they ache.

So dance
with the shadows
your candles
create.

Learn some
lessons,
and make
some mistakes.

Fire
breeds love,
and flames
create hate.

~

I fell for you like a waterfall in springtime.
Tumbling down an edge at your cliffside.
We are a force nature simply can't deny.

You accepted my siltation;
an unorderly invitation to a desperate situation
we could never leave behind.

You cried down from blue skies- silver-lined tears of denial. You fed this empty vessel
in the heat of June-July.

When those stars shine right into my eyes,
I'll reflect their light in the creases of a tide.

I fell for you like a rapid-
gushing parallel to the road.
Love will never accept defeat;  
*We're certainly a force with which
seasons can't compete.

Shutters down,

No windowlight,

Not a single sound.


A scratching quill,

A windowsill;

A couple of flyaway pages.


Scribbling down

My Incoherent muse',

Desperate attempts

At a poem or two.


Trying to find

A you and I

In this world

I've created.

Light eyes
Telling white lies
Yeah, you're a bad guy
demons shining brighter
than the summer skies

Sky high
I'm soaring; wide-eyed
Glide over hillsides
Heart racing,
beating like the timeless tides

Let's never turn back
to the shoreside

Hold tight
'cause it's a wild ride
When you leave, remember me
As silences & midnight cries

Let's hide
Someplace with nightlights
Let out your dark side
Watch your ghosts roam alone
for one night

Tonight
The bad guys
With starry eyes
Rule my starless sky

Summer nostalgia
surfacing like sweat.
We try not to remember,
but how could we forget?
regrets...

Our thick skins blistering,
disguises wearing thin.
Book bindings we try
to hide behind-
you're missing...

Making shallow conversation
though our friendships are forsaken;
Dripping sugarcoated lies
and sunkissed goodbyes.
*goodbye...

My conscience
carries your voice,
it wears your face;
I'm talking to you
when I think to myself.