A Poet

A Poet Sep 2020

River

With Anger!
    He tried to silence her song!
        In fear of his own timidity. . .
               But her song is carried,
                   In an endless river of life,
                       No matter the blows, the yells, the punches. . .
    His voice is like thunder on midsummer eve, it comes, and it goes.
                               But the river is eternal,
                                     It breaks off into endless streams,
                                               Thus, it continues to sing.

Homage

A Poet Sep 2020

The Womb

The womb is the safest place,
   The moment we enter the world,
        Beauty becomes an adjective for baby,
           It is in that moment, we are told our flaws,
          It is in that moment, we are destined for our own Greek tragedy
                    For in our quest to conform, we become deformed beings
                                                 a figment, of what we were destined to be.

A Poet Sep 2020

idiosyncrasy

I just want to be me
I just want to be free
. . .let me end this listless dance of endless purgatory. . .

To be seen in idiosyncrasy

A Poet Sep 2020

Abnormal

Imagine a world,
Where being different is alright,
Where lovers never cheat,
and cheaters never win,
Where animals have voices
and people speak for the trees
a world with storm sees,
dark clouds,
and monsters of mentality that torment children’s dreams.

Imagine a world,
Where people speak in prose,
And do not have to conform to the chains of language that binds us.
Where people speak their mind,
Without fear of being called “weird”
What a beautiful world that is.

Take my last breath under the rising sea that is a bathtub
And let me visit a world
Where I am no longer abnormal

A Poet Sep 2020

One Night

Maybe one day,
You will love me.
. . .Yet. . .
I am doomed
to ponder,
relive,
wish,
die

in an endless sea of my own self misery.
So, hold me tight,
Whisper a pretty line,
Make me think it’s alright
Even if it just for one night.

A Poet Sep 2020

Ghosted

Two fools chasing a ball,
   Under an endless sky,
       Filled with smiles,
        And hormonal fixated eyes.

An arm around me,
    Hearing you breathe,
       Knowing I committed the gravest mistake.

Finally, the sun had it say,
   Only to find myself in an empty bed.
         Tap, tap, tap. . .
              “where are you?”

                   Tears are pouring,
                      Endless silence,
                        Tap, Tap, Tap. . .
                            “are you mad?”

                                      Days to weeks,
                                          Friends to lovers,
                                                While all lovers come to an end.

A Poet Jun 2020

Looking for love

When I was young I prayed for love. . .
    Martini filled nights under deceitful stars. . .
        Lost myself night after night to a strangers touch.
lived for the night. . .
      Thought I was living life. . .

Time does not stop,
    nor does it forgive,
          age took its toll and now I am forever alone.
                . . .   I looked for love in the wrong places  . . .
                                        If only I knew. . .
-Looking for love-