people have a right to feel however they want
because feelings, in the end, don't matter in themselves.
It's what you do, what you say, and who you become
that matters. I can feel however I want because that
sure as hell isn't going to change the way I act
and it is an intrusion and a violation to prohibit
one feeling or the other when a feeling isn't expressed,
if it isn't affecting the external world. If I am not putting it out
for you to see, it is not yours to tamper or condemn.
If it is not changing others' lives for better or for worse
then it's not anyone's **** business how I feel.
It is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine
until I give it to you, it is not yours. It is mine.

i loved you so much
(i still do)
i never said it
but *******, i did.
you told me you loved me
and i thought to myself "this is it"
i gave myself to you
and let you have every inch of me
inside and out.
i remember laying with you
the next morning,
caressing your chest, your stomach,
your face, and neck;
i remember you smiling sleepily at me
as your hands held me closer.
i loved you since the second day
i knew you.
i dont know why but i did.
i was an idiot to believe you.
you've left me broken on my floor,
and i cant stop trying to piece myself
back together, but the shards of me
that you left behind keep cutting me.
you've done what no one else
has fully accomplished.
you've broken me
inside and out.

sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out

humans
sitting in plastic blue seats
ignoring the catastrophic poisonous
element they’re breathing in and out
(oxygen takes an average of 80 years to
**** you)
it slowly sets you on fire
all of your molecules exhausting themselves
slowly burning up
in waves of passionate indifference

10-17
secret lingo of nothingness
rings on my fingers
my someone is playing with them.
I should remove one but
it is silver and stands for an ironic
freedom
10:12 this is the aggregation
of heartbreak and self-love
the desperation of my unforgivable
humanity pushed away
buried under my high-top clad feet
for 35 minutes
I want to cement in you
a love for your idiosyncrasies
repetitive and consuming
craving the word crave
is redundant but
there is nothing I would
hide from you

happy happy one more year
11:01 hello life
it seems sacrilegious to cry tonight
spinning is okay.
thank you for being you

--with titanium in your brain and blood
of your innocence on your hands
the ultimate sacrifice
I thank you for your intense genius

--with faithful diligence in your back
pocket and continuous
reassurance
I thank you for your patient impatience

--with peace under your tongue
and understanding in
your breath
I thank you for your acceptance

this is the love song
of yet another
bruising and healing year

If not now, then wait for a while
Wait for sometime
If not in present, then probably somewhere around in future
Wait for a while since something will happen when the tide will take a turn.

Between yesterday, today and tomorrow
Between priorities and need of hour
Between what you know and all that you want
Between experience and expertise
Definitely you have got something of your own and still life demands more
Strange are the ways of life, but then that’s what is life.

Moment by moment each moment passes by
Over a period of time life moves from present day into the next day as life continues.
It’s between need and demand
Between desire and want
Something you have got and something more that you want
All that goes on in mind and also in life is reading between the lines
It’s all about waiting for the right moment of time and then seeking the much needed breakthrough.
That’s how everything works in life
That’s how life moves from one event to next
From one incident towards another and so on.

Strange is life
Strange are the ways of life, but then that's what an individual calls it as his life.