A library is a foe, a friend, and a fiend
A place one can hide to, a place to be leaned
It's an enigma within a riddle
Where curiosity and wonder meets in the middle
But let me tell you one thing, it's not what it seems
It's not just a place of intellect but a place for one's waking dreams

It's a room filled with hundreds of galaxies
A rendezvous of stories you know not and stories you miss
It's a collection of heartbreaks, and love letters, and nightmares
It's where one can travel hundreds of miles, without moving an inch, without paying any fares.
It's more than just a building, it's almost like one living thing
A living thing that breaks you, makes you, and surely would keep you coming.

But this is just my opinion, so please don't take it to heart
Unless you enjoy company in the form of ink skinned art
Because, let me tell you, books are amazing and I love them so much.
They've always been there when I was starved of people, when I was starved of touch
But to me books and people are all the same, cause, well...
Cause just like people, they all have spines and stories to tell

Poetry** is me
in my rawest form.
You'll get to know all the deep
stuff about me. Secrets thrown
in carefully picked
symbols, analogies, words;
set in lines. I'm an open book.
All you have to do is read.
And listen. Cause all I do
is scream in poetry.
If you want the truth,
you'll know where to find me.

-m.b

If love can get lost, then
it can be found.
If a person couldn't appreciate you,
doesn't mean someone else won't, too.
If flowers can bloom after a hurricane,
then you too, can.
Just because you're sad now,
doesn't mean you will be forever.
Everything takes time. Have faith.
Good things, they come in waves.

-m.b

Dear Eros, get your arrows ready
to let it fly.
Isn't this what you do best?
I'm probably your fave subject;
What with the countless arrows you've
struck with.
I'm probably painted with over a
hundred wounds.
Is unrequited love my muse?
Or do you and Aphrodite do this out of amuse-
ment? I've fallen for so many people
and they never work out.
What is this all about?
You're close to testing me doubt
my worth;
But I won't let you.
I'm weak-kneed when it comes to
romantic love but
your prophecy won't alter my
life completely.

-m.b

You told me you wanted to be an artist but you do not know how to paint. What you did not know was that you are already an artist, and the first art you have ever painted was the smile across my lips.

So many moving mouths
telling me to be careful
whenever I'd step out of the house.
They knew I was young, a fool.

"Don't give yourself to
just anyone, you hear me?
They'll play with you like a tool."
Not gonna lie, it sounded scary.

But I thought you were okay.
The laid back body, the easy
smile, like a sun's ray.
Funny jokes, though a little cheesy.

Your words coming out like waterfall,
tumbling into my easy ears.
Stifled giggles in the silent hall.
I was at the peak of my teenage years.

You pulled me gently and I,
an eager, curious subject,
succumbed to the twinkle in your eye.
You filled my empty longing ache.

I wanted it to be like
how I dreamed it to be.
This is how you do it, right?
Then why am I not happy?

You seemed contented
and I played along.
"You wanna go again?" I hinted.
Maybe I did it wrong.

But they say when it's right,
you would feel it.
There's no doubt.
My cheeks warm, humiliation bit.

This is what they warned me about.
I gave a piece of me to him
but he left it on the ground;
Just like the clothes when the lights dimmed.

When I woke up, I was alone.
My vision was blurry
as I can't call him on the phone.
Could someone please bury me?

-m.b

Goodnight to all, it's time to die,
I'm going to join the stars in the sky,
you'll see me if you truly stare,
even when the skies are bare.
Just think of me, and I'll be there.

Bring me home and don't cry for me,
I was the weakest branch in the family tree,
and it's time for new life to grow,
you'll feel my arms in the wind's blow,
yes you must know, it's hard to go.

We did laugh, we did cry,
we gave each day our best try,
but as the moon relieves the sun,
everyone has their time come.

Farewell to the girl I love,
you made my life all I ever dreamed of,
and within you I found my home,
you made darkness gold and sadness chrome,
but now it's time for my soul to roam.

But we did love, we did live,
we gave eachother all we could give,
but as the moon relieves the sun,
death makes exceptions for no one.

Goodbye to all, return me to the earth,
to the planet that gave me birth,
you'll feel me in all of the seas,
you'll find me in every tree's leaves,
so you see for me; you need not grieve.

We did laugh, we did cry,
now it's time for my goodbye,
but as the moon relieves the sun,
it seems my time is finally done.

We did live and we did more,
but there's no chance for an encore,
'cause as the moon relieves the sun,
mortality's a battle never won.

Representative of the Ocean;
The under side of galaxies -
depths that man will never come to know,
But will foolishly never cease to search to for.
The tips of waves
Caressing the shore line to meet man once again,
Though it draws its feeble hand back often.
The color blue is
The moment after grieving,
The emptying of great seas.
Temporary peace.