You make me feel
   Low
  Depressed @ times
  Have me thinking like oh I'll never be good enough
    Not only for you but for any one else I
     Encounter
    Worthless of my existence
    We used to be close for a while
      Even kinda promised me oh
      Make you day
            MORE
                              Often,,,,,
              Now we barely talk...
              Don't wanna tell me what flushed down the drain
     My heart has been cut & can't be fixed wounds
          Wish it was bandaged already  
        How can u be sooo cruel
        Like your pouring salt in them
    I can't stop thinking about what I've done
          This month's supposed to be romantic
         I have a little bit of rage too cause of this
        When your eyes have met mine
         The connection is weird
         I can't take
                        it
            When you had called for her name
            My heart had sunken  a few feet to my stomach
            Your voice when you use her name
            Want that sound in tune of MY name
             Asking what's up but not to me...
              I was in the room before her too
                   Maybe her appearance attracted you
              But tell u this
                                 I'm don't got the appearance  
                         Much but I got heart of gold...

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

If you were a poem
I could write you easily
If you were a poem
I would not have nightmares about you
If you were a poem
I would not be sweating
If you were a poem
I would not be fretting
If you were a poem
I would not have rough draft after rough draft
piling up at my feet
If you were a poem
I could finally get some good sleep
If you were a poem
I could keep my sanity within reach
I could lie lazily at a beach, if only in my imagination
If you were a poem
The problem is that you are not a poem
If only you were a poem instead of  being an
Essay

She looks up at me from the
Stroller, eyes wide open as
If she's never seen a shaved
Head before.
I'm guessing it's the head.

The tram is packed full of people,
And my country boy soul cringes
At the touch and smell of a
Hundred strangers.
So I focus on the little angel princess
Strapped gently to her

Throne on wheels, and in the
Vast space that our eyes meeting
Creates, I breathe pure, fresh air.
The tram is a hall we have to
Ourselves, and I'd trek to
The end of the universe

To find the last piece of candy
In existence, just to return,
Travel worn and outer space
Accustomed, just to place it
In her tiny hands
In gratitude.

We walk through a garden in the evening sun.
We joke, we laugh, our thoughts are one
As we find a spot near a softwood tree
With bright flowers, cool shadows, alone, you and me.

We sit, we recline, your hand in mine
Your head on my shoulder, a feeling sublime.
We talk for a while and then we play,
We tease and touch in our special way.

The day surrenders to twilight then night,
The cool blue moon is now our delight.
This timeless wonder in a lovers’ sky
Compels our gaze to each other’s eyes.
Its magic transfigures your eyes into pools
Mysterious, haunting, inviting and cool
While mine are ablaze with passion’s fire.
We are trapped! Moon’s magic is now our desire.

Your hair glistens in this lovers’ light.
What was sunset gold in my earlier sight
Is a silver-sphered halo, angelic and bright.

A dark silhouette with comforting arms
I embrace you and kiss you and drink-in your charms.
Lips that smiled laughed and called
Are ambrosia, THE NECTAR, the gods are awed!
Kissing, tenderly, we kindle love’s fire,
A gentle caress heats our desire.
In our close embrace, the promise of day
We’ll fulfill this night in love’s ancient way.

Our kisses become longer and heaped with passion!
To hell with reason! To hell with ration!
We heed love’s call, love sets us free
And we unite...in splendour! To love’s ultimate degree
We blush, we smile, we sigh so deep,
We sing...love’s soft song as its joy we reap.
We rapturously explore with all we possess
To assure each other that all is expressed.

Our souls are in ecstasy! So deep, so endearing
Our kisses; so sweet, so pure our singing.

We whisper our name to each other’s ear
Softly, earnestly, so our hearts may hear.
At last, love’s longing is finally relieved,
At last, love’s dream is blissfully achieved.

We’ve paid the supreme compliment for our caring
With an act of love...the most intimate sharing.

I want to text him



right now.

Yeah, just tired.

Our
                        Whole
                         Lives
                         Are made
                         Of blades.
                         We couldn't
                        Live without
                        Them. It's the
                        Sharpened steel
                        Doctors us to bring
                        Us into our life.
                        It's the cool metal
                        That cuts the
                        Wood to build
                        Our homes.
                        We taunt with
blades keeping such deadly weapons in our homes. To cut our food, and groom our faces. But the greatest irony      
                 comes from life itself,
                for the very blades we
                     Use to protect and
                       Keep our life,
                     Turned around
                     Destroy our very
                     Being and cause
                    Our lives to bleed
                 From the fatal wound
                      Making the end  
           Harmonize with the beginning

Somewhere between
fury


and


hurting

The tortuous road
Of finding home
Life's entanglement
To never be alone

Beautiful sights
Are only of beauty
And remarkable
When he crosses my mind

The moment I saw him,
I already knew him
The moment I felt him,
I already trusted him

The trees persevere
I keep dreaming
Rivers pass by me
I still dream of him