Where does your heart settle?
Do you speak my name in your dreams?
I know you are made for me
Then why leave me for another

Is love too much to ask?
Or do you fear the spring will last
The seasons may change, my love won't
Your mysteries are ever-expanding

Like the endless starry, starry sky

The breathing of our bodies
I hear your skin dripping with sweat
In your whispers, I hear the clearest eddies
You seem unsteady

You write your name on my lips
The softest kisses come in spring when
The ground is wet with rain and mist
You seem ready

Did you know
That lighting a fire
In the forest would
Burn it to the ground?

Did you know
That spilling oil in the ocean
Would ****
The dolphins and fishes?

Don't hurt someone
You don't understand
If you seek to destroy
Find someone else, this heart is done broken now

Inspiration is that gut feel keeping you awake
Inspiration is a candle in a cave

Inspiration is asking a crush out
Inspiration is confidence when everything turns sour

Inspiration is the silver lining
Of a cloud riddled by self-doubt

I never stopped giving in
To the demands of a friend
Because I couldn't give up on them

I want to curl
In a tree, drying
Listening to the breeze

Crawling in the streets, lacking confidence
Driving past the rusted street signs, dead-ends
Running from the law, without defense
Lost in a city blinded with dust and sin
A country haunted by broken promises

So why does my heart beat faster?
When do I rush past the guns shoved in our ribs?
Why does your intimidation weaken my knees?
Don't grab me by my hair in the town square
Just take my life away in a heartbeat, I can't take it

I can hear my heart, balancing a fine line
Between courage and trust, all faith in Allah
You taught me how to fight a war like a general
With the world, as I fought with my adolescent self
It's a balancing act that most ******* funambulists fail

With ****** in my veins, I killed myself twice
A million ways you could've brought vindication
And saved us from violation and intimidation
Sheltered us from lunacy, terrorism, and vice
All we have is broken promises and crime around me

If you pursue a flower
With the aim to pluck
You cannot appreciate the scent

I think I can say that
You cannot be a friend to her
If you think about possessing her beauty

I grow older, deadlier, and sicker
I want the rosebuds that live
And they grow prickly
I need to live

I need to feel the fresh spring air
The youthful side of me needs it
I have learned to cherish
Tomorrow, tomorrow

Finally?

Laid sprawling in the sheets
Broken and beaten like the leaves
Under the foot of a tree
I never gave up

Tied to the fences
Like a scarecrow amidst the storm
Hung like a conjured cloud
Overhead: addiction

Rehab was a broken place
I needed a place to rest
So, I slept off the drugs
And got up the next day sober

Sunshine, daisies, tulips kept waiting
Hugs, kisses, and girls were promises
I only wanted my life back
It lay behind the gate that stayed shut

Rehab was a broken place
I needed to live my life
So, I forgot the drugs
I sleep off life's problems, brighter tomorrow

He was easy as a breeze on the outside
He had a raging storm inside
Busy searching for the stop signs
And the turns kept passing him by

Come set me in stone
Whatever you have to do
Do it alone

Search in the wind
Look at the sky
Find me again
You need to try

There's pain there
I can see it stare
Watch it, man
You don't care

You're on the other side of town
What's on your mind
Tell me about

Between the walls of sound
I can only hear
But, you can't scream
And shout

I know the pain's there
You just don't say
Watch it, man

Baby
If it's a problem, tell me
I wish I could have seen you fade.
I would move the heavens.

To have you back
I just didn't do anything about it
It was something I couldn't fix
I needed you to change

Please, stay just the same
We're on the opposite ends
Of spectrum

I have seen your gloomy eyes
They notice the stars in the skies
But, they float on the dark circles under them

When I ignore that barren ocean
Of your empty eyes
That reflects a heart full of emotion

I see you have traveled lands far and wide
Only to find someone who isn’t as starved
Of light

If you want to soar in the clouds
Like a lonely feather
I will cut my broken wings

If you want to drink from the deepest ocean
Like a lion that has crossed the desert
I will show you an oasis

If you want all of my love
I will give you
All that you want because I love you

Like a cracking piece of terracotta sculpted by fingertips
Her wrinkled hands were woven with his spirit

Instagram sculptor by day
Poetess by night

An activist
Shapeless, without fault, clothed in independence

Never accepted by they/their parents

Do you remember?
We once smoked a spliff
On the terrace, fantasizing
Barely thinking about the world

And life came crashing down
And a phantasmagoria of colors
Became a black and white picture
That I shared with myself from then on

All that was left was my sobriety
A lemonade, coffee, and bitter orange peel
You, instead, had bitten into a meringue of stimulants
By then, you had left the world for some solace

I really have no future here
In your arms, in your veins
I can feel the heat near your skin
But, your embrace is just what I need

I shouldn't receive this
It is too beautiful for words
To describe, so I will say goodbye
To my existence wiped away with a kiss

I really have no future
Hello, did you miss me?
I am back again after we made love
Under the pale moonlight

And the romance was thick with smoke
And the rain poured like it was June
But, it was as young as January
It was cold and the winter had just arrived

Did you miss my smell?
Was it in the air when you sighed
Thinking of how I once was your guy
I have no future here without you

We have once stretched ourselves
Like paper boats under the rain
And this soft heartbeat remains afloat
While keeping a dying ember in vain

The warm fire crackles and flickers
And a cat curls near the empty hearth
Close to where there once were soft whispers
The echoes dwell near my throbbing heart

I'm looking at the thin lines of the firewood
That opens and bursts at the fire's slightest touch
And what is left from time's tide, passed by
Lays strewn under the hearth, burning in the fire

Yet, I still remember your complexion
And my heart rebels against all logic
But, as it cannot overcome time's roughness
It chooses to preserve your shapeless words in black ink

The skill of a writer, his abilities
Are found in how well he can show and tell
The sun shining through the canopy
In a rare sea cone, the wind nestling

The immensity of the broken heart
Can only be found in his ruby redness
And the frigidity of his thorny stem
With a delicate rose covered in rain

I often found shortness of sluttish time
Can be felt in my restless, urgent lines
Moving beyond foolish rhymes with strict meter
Preserved in every cup of similes and minutes

Myself present in every metaphor
The hours may pass without a word for her

The saddest part about caring
Is when the other person doesn't
Understand why they make you happy

Family y'know feels nice
I know this is what life
Has led up to or culminated in
A suspense thriller, a job, an income

I have let go of the fast life
Drugs, liquor, and cigarettes
And exchanged it for a slow poison
A beauty in bed, two children, groceries that last a week

Three pounds of butter in the fridge
I have kept in there, so that she burns
It slowly on the stove
Covering my pancakes with it

I feel good, I haven't felt this way
The cars, trucks, and rickshaws move
All pass my way and the stares of the nearby folk
Mix with the bedlam, I can see a lovely lady's heavy gait

It is all clear to me
That I am married to all of these things
And I cannot divorce myself from my chores
Washing dishes and cleaning the floor, a poor metaphor I know

Soon I'll go home to the countryside
Swing from a hammock in the careless breeze
Before I swing under a fan with a noose around my neck
They'll say, he died, but what a shame.

He's no man if he cannot swallow the poison
Day by day

This is all I need
To keep you here
My world is empty
Without your embrace

Where goes the sun
It wishes for someone

On a golden ring

It's okay as long as it is love
But, it hurts and it's no surprise
This is too much to deny
But, that's alright

How much can I hide
There is so much to say
What is going on inside
Is a lover game

On a golden ring

I hoped genuinely
That we could be friends
But, you want someone else
As your friend.

Breakup?
Breaking apart
Falling apart
Moving on unsuccessfully

Don't underestimate me
For I show very little emotion
But inside there is an ocean
That can flood lands, but let out a few helpless tears

Everything has a soul
Can fly and set sail, find its own
Wings- paper planes, plastic bags, and school skirts
Carried by the wind, dampened by fears

It is in our eyes full of tears
That they find meaning and purpose
In their flight that won't go on for years
God keeps us on our toes safe from our foes

Cradled in my arms
Curls falling in the sleeping streets
Of my legs
I have fallen for your charms

Let the sun embrace the heart's darkness
As the cars move past the journey of your life
You hear every bump of the road and feel every turn
As the light shines through

When the Sun shows up
Its light drives straight to my heart
And twists and turns of life
Will never drive us apart

Take a subject
And make it human
And the concept is accessible to the public
That is wisdom

Press your ears against her
Heart
And tell the world she was beautiful
With yours

It is frightening
So, I say don't give in to the inner critic
Spend it praying tomorrow

Love can be beautiful
Accept it
The heart needs direction

The heart is foolish
It just loves
Give it a brain to rely on

What once made up the moments
That brought us so much joy
Become a blur
And no one is to blame for that

Just accept you were wrong

Rushing through the days, tomorrow anew
Your voice never falters, just reading
Through newspapers too

Your constant digging at my emotions
Searchin' for an underlying problem
The nights are the same, we laugh again?

Sleepless, on the extremes of the bed
On the opposites ends of the world
The curtains kiss the wind, why don't we?

A man makes a dying wish
A girl breaks his promises
Hours pass us by, so does life

The candidate carries his stamped papers
And is mistaken for a beggar by the commissioner
He's lost but found

The train of life reaches a close
And the stories keep losing their prose
You will meet someone

The curse will be on those who fear death by fire
Forget the goal, let it come when it will
Tell them what you saw was beautiful

The wind pressed its ears against the window
The prisoner of the house listened intently
To the howling outside
And the wind could hear the torrent of a broken heart
Emulating every impulse

And grass would be wiped from every meadow
Leaving only dust and rocks gathered neatly
With the protests growing wild
And the fire would break out in the town square
The crowd would pulsate with repulsion for the raging bulls

The prisoner of the house would keep his teapot
Neatly beside his teacups, cured meats, and salt shakers
Meticulously tidying his room till the clothes were piled
Into a single stack of leggings, pants, and blazers
The momentum of the mobs grew louder

Each fellow entered the street
In a slew of curses, and accompanying picketing folk
They were all holding scarecrows and burning cars
The whole town was dead and the hearts were on fire
The raging fire couldn't be tamed by the cold

Those imprisoned in their house
Had never seen such a fire
But they only heard the wind with intent ears
And carried on their daily tasks in lonely homes
And the fields were empty, and the streets were in tears

A couple of broken words
Laying crestfallen
Unhappy by the shore
You touch them with your kiss
And the water with your hips
They become a poem that drips from your hair
Lay with me in the sand
And the unhappy words
With their crestfallen syllables
Will join hands
As the ocean finds its mermaid

Living is difficult
Easy is simple
Love is felt
Living is love
Living is difficult
Easy is simple
Love is felt
It isn't easy living
Without love
Being simple is difficult

I'm a vagabond
I'm a bag of bones
I'm your skeleton
Held up by a beating heart
And flowing blood vessels
Carrying a steady mind
On an unsteady brain
Shook by the wind
Untouched by the rain

Nite owls on fragile twigs
A sparrow on the edge of a flowering branch
A crimson rose bush in full bloom
You notice this

Your laugh
Your hair
Your kiss
I will remember this

I'd like to believe that our bodies
Are made of stardust
But, when I'm without you
My love is lost in the vastness of space

It will take lightyears of searching
And the cosmos shall bid our lonely planet
Farewell

It is the process of revealing oneself through which one can understand their infirmities and their powerless nature. Successful people will always build their lives around others. Because they are people who want to hear what they want to hear. But, being rich doesn't mean you automatically subjugate yourselves to the weaker philosophy and opinion of the crowd.

But, when we realize that we are different from the rest, therein lies our uniformity. In that clarity, you can see that your life is a search for individual truth. What is being unique?

Instead of a truth that is of cosmic proportions, we find ourselves in an abyss.

A child akin to his parents will think of how he can model himself. Notwithstanding, the parentage of a child becomes a vital factor in the moral upbringing of children. But, a child should be allowed to lead a life among the forests, oceans, and leaves rustling languidly. Thus, pursuing an education in the caprice of the divine and the grace of Earth.

That grace is not available in strictness of the cane, but it flows in the wings of birds.

Instead of forcing conformity on an infant, the perfect mother should propose that a child chose a path. They will react to the stimuli present in schoolyards, playgrounds, social gatherings. Later, a child explores a form of conscious intelligence. Here are places where children feel pressured to excel and become self-aware. But, that self-awareness comes from how close a child is to his parents. A child will never model his behavior to his parents unless he loves one of them more than the other. In other words, he respects one parent the more. It is enough for his subconscious to devise a manner in which he finds a partner similar to the parent he loves. But, the sole burden of pleasing the parent he respects forces him to model himself to the parent he respects.

In some ways, the partner a man chooses is someone he can never be. Free in the ways of the world, one with nature. In short, a child at heart.

This individual is made up of his prejudices, influences, and his little world of interests. Yet, instead of following the footsteps of the kinder parent, he replicates the behavior of the domineering figure of the house. A child's mind is made up from the moment he is born.

If we lay in a field of grass
I will still love you
As I look at the stars
And you'll be up there

I on Earth far away
Writing this poem
So, distant from you
You will be so close too

In the crevice of my heart
In the lines of this poem
I shall grant you a space
In songs, books, and art

You flee like a rainbow after showers
And I still remember you in those little things
Even though my poem won't feel the same
But, in our memories we are still in that field

In the grass, carefree and restless
Youngsters looking at the sparrows so far apart
That the clouds can almost fit into the picture
Ah yes, the cloudy sky, the rusted leaves, and that old shack

But, I am uncertain of my memory
You are no longer there to correct me
There must have been a tire swing, my heart knows
I may not remember much, my mind is old

But, the puddles on this sunlit street
Have they gotten bigger or I older?
Unable to jump over them
Like an agile fox

And as I part my hair like you once did affectionately
I keep saying old habits die hard
But, why do
People always leave?

Let me take you to a world
A world without words
Where the fish daydream of sunlight
And have nightmares too

It is here where we find love and the lonely touch
Being so far yet so close
Lost in the embrace of the past
That lets us go every day into the welcoming arms

Of the future, away from hunger

Love will come into your life
As sure as the stars in the night sky
Just don't become crestfallen
When you lose sight of them at dawn
A tomorrow of promise is better than a commitment
At times

It is amazing how
Distance can separate two people
In heart and soul, only to heal them

The stars wanted to take me
The night sky wanted to cover me in black
The grass wanted to absorb me
The clouds wanted to rain on me
Why couldn't it be in your nature
To accept me for what I lack