My eyes feel soft now with tears
It's true, my heart can't beat but it works

You're bidding me goodbye for unrequited love
You're sailing into the world, to find love

Ever wondered why I live without a beating heart
It hurts badly now that you're gone
You thought your love was unrequited?

Feel free and live
With my stoic self, I'll still be alive
Without a beating heart.

Dots and dashes
Codes in the moss ball

It's a roller coaster of thoughts and ideas
Purity and dark gooey matter
The pessimist and optimists are at it again

My daily agony as I smile
I am with no worries

#sigh#

I wanted to cry and be a man synchronously.
She takes me heart
Smashes it into b.i.t.s

I wanted to laugh and throw tantrums simultaneously
She hands it back with a grin
Ugly art stitches cover my heart.

True love is not for the faint hearted
There, are me fugly stitches in her heart

The force is with us.
So are cookies at the darkside.

Under black lights, stains soil out skins. We lay there looking down the hill.

City lights and silhouettes of fast moving rickety cars. We could care less, we're beat and sticky.

The air stinks of Marijuana. The smokes dance to the tunes of Coffee whilst we lay in the cold room.

We've entwined our realities into one perfect moment in psychedelic states

We don't know what this
means but we could care less.

It's all about living in the moment. This night would be eternity blossoming into tomorrow.

Where's the fun in forever.

He seats and chills
I scribble and think

He eats and sips
I rack and scribble

He pretends to type
But I scribble and scribble.

He looks away
I sneak out.

I'm out here,
Who can help me solve this math

Oh krabby patty
Meals I've eaten since my days of milk tooth
Now

In these square pants drawers
Trying to hide the bones caused by those bottoms in bikini I can't believe

I'm still into you SpongeBob Squarepants

This is a very cheesy poem

There's something intriguing about how people find solace and happiness with each other.

A rather complex feeling I couldn't be bothered about.

In such situation, I'm most interested in the party that's compromising his/her true freedom to share the other's

The hermit and his hand
Sticky fingers and solitude
kama sutra of the fingers

We're mixing our races
Peaking what will help us survive
Bots are advancing till they take the future

We'll be long gone
Wrinkly decays nourishing tomorrow
Whatever that tomorrow is

We're a ticking time bomb
The next war will end with us all
Sometimes I wonder who will be left for the rapture?

She looked at him in fright
Terror, emanating from the smile she manages
He looked at her in grimace
Control, grinning from words he holds servitude

They looked at each other
Wishing tomorrow but yesterday comes
Exchanging nostalgic reveries in those tiny reflex glances of -we were perfect-

They lay together with bruised knuckles and swollen jaws.
The anticipation of violence et
The anticipation of conspiracy s'épaissir

The fear of being alone and the need to be the man leaves scars on their being whilst they cuddle watching the sun set on the warm coasts of Bora Bora

Their love ebbing away

Becoming weird is like
gods wishing they were mortals

Becoming weird is like
A priest dancing to trap music

Becoming weird
looses the logic in normal

But becoming theweirdblack
Is how perfect you are  

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I say hello poetry
The titles you bear are crucial
As I scroll I look out for you

Yes you title!
How you're framed to lure me
How those words make me pause and click

Your parents, the poets
Are inherently cunning
Luring by just expressing themselves

So I say hello poetry
The titles you bear are crucial
As I scroll I'll look out for you

You don't need to feel love or pain
He paints them with words

What's the point of any of this?
We're all going to die anyway.

5 feet away, nomnom
5 minutes past 7 o'clock
It's been five hours now since nomnom

high on herbs
Seeing the tasty food
But deep in lazy

Munchies and whispering voices
******, so much a lazy slob

I won't betray you
Here is my word,

trust me.

She screams me awake
Wish I could slap her shut
Like the alarm clock

I know you mean well but
Can I continue dreaming
For a second and forget school

I stood frozen in the thunderstorm
Tears streaming down my cheeks
Creating a puddle at my feet

There was where you kissed me goodbye
Didn't you know I loved you that much
I would've ******* died for you

I'm still standing here, in the cold
Maybe it's just some silly prank
Maybe you'll comeback running into my embrace

It's been 5 hours and counting
My world feels cold
But I'll wait for you

I'm not an introvert
I just want to be alone

We're like wolves
Gnarling at each other
Shooting poison arrows
Hating everything we are together

Our hate is love

Deeply rooted in love
Pleasures of ****
Bites of love healed
by bloods of vampire

Who said our love
Should be chocolates and cuddling?
We make love on poison ivy and
Drink tea made with night shade

We're in hell but our own heaven

He said he had a carriage
So I dressed in grey and rode with him into oblivion

It's Africa.
The sun and sweats
The sweats pours out the skin
The skin giving me a soft cool
The cool that lasts a second

The sun and the sweats......

Civility far away but melodies of the birds
Hardworking souls imbedded in creatures of the forest.

Honking horns of machines tooting the quiet and peaceful serenity of the forest
Blossoming fragrances of spring flowers

Wait, this is or might be poetry
Seating at the bus terminal
But seating in poetry

How can
something so
trite feel
Original

The earth

*****,
deluding us
It's a perfect stable world
Feeding lies of how seasons change

Mom,
suffering the spin
Let me suffer the whirl
Live my child, worry not

How do I tell her
"My love would be unrequited
so please love me not"

I wish I discovered religion
Like how I accidentally discovered ******
That way I'll be ******* addicted to it

I wish I wasn't made to study religion
But learn about how God loves me
That way, my knowledge for his love
Would supercede the doctrines and rules

I can't be an atheist
But I deeply don't love him like I should
I want to but I don't want to study his love

Anymore.
So religion or nah.

The random mysteries in the universe are unrelated.
Pure lies

Deep loud howls of my sadness
Turns on the furs of the wolf
It is so loud, it deafens the ogre

I think I want to see the devil
But I'm afraid I'll like him

The angels want to see me
But I'm afraid they'll love me forever

So I'll sit in this dark haunted bus
All by my thoughts

This is a dream of a weird black boy
Who can't be normal

Seating comfortably in this machine
Watching them sell things by the road
That's the hustle

Heading to the capital
That's where life thrives after Uni.
To start my hustle

The constant of all this is fear
I'm scared
Not of demons and witches
But the real hustle

School built a comfort zone
A chance for allowance from old ones
Now it's time to move out
And hustle.

My default life ends
Now I can be who I want to be
No scolds from parents
But from hustle

'twas tasty.
Different nomnom piled up grins
A hip of spicy sauce
Oh how I munched on it

'twas not tasty
Tummy feels weird sick
It wasn't supposed to be
Now I feel sick

'twas supposed to be tasty
Deep cravings with too much satisfaction
Alas I've learnt my lesson weird
I'll suffer this ache all by myself