I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.

I'm burdened with stress,
The plans that parents press,
and over grades, they obsess,
all to get to success,
my screams I must suppress,
Have no choice but try to impress,
but I must confess,
all this lead to no progress,
my life is such a mess

Dark horses are mean
and they don't seek any jockey.
They are rather ready to lead
And they don't seek your trust
They don't show when they bleed.

They rather heal themselves on the go
You can lay down all your plots
They don't care if you hit a new low
They draw the line, they don't connect the dots

"Life ain't easy" the famous of all hacks
"Ride ain't just a life" they know deep down
They go along the beats of their hearts
They don't hear any other sound

Call it crazy but it never mattered
They don't think before they grind
They do look behind once in a while s
to see if anyone has fallen behind

But again fear of death comes to all
so they too can't escape the thought
But before it gets rooted, covered with rust
They run even faster impossible to be caught

One evening, where other horses lived
He arrived there moving slowly in a crowd
The bridled horses gathered to see
his saddle-less back that felt like a stroud

Someone asked, "how do we believe he is the same?"
that he is the one we have heard about in the song
The old brown horse said "Don't be naive and see good"
I know for sure as I wanted to be him when I was young

 If you see a dark horse you will know he is the one
Eyes dry due to all the indifference in the air
And that subtle, content and soothing smirk on the face
The pits of hooves filled with pride in many layers

And his tail lost all its hair in the run
Each of them fell at places, turned into milestones
They want him to sit and tell his story
But he says "only when I am filled with dead bones."

For the day he sits, his journey will end
He won't stand again for another run
He just stopped coz he got thirsty
The adventure will resume at dawn

So he stood there surrounded  by other horses
And just when the first sun ray touched the king's crown
He ran so fast starting a dust storm so big
before anyone could assess he was way past the town...

For every tear I cry over you,
A piece of my heart falls too.
I long to be close to you,
To absorb all the salt in your veins.
You have every fiber of my being.
My atoms are yours.
I fell for you in winters piercing cold,
But I still love you in the spring.
My mind is an instrument that can only play your name,
every single chord.
To be adored by you,
Is a dream.
No amount of heroine could make me feel the way you do.
It’s immense euphoria with a constant head high.
When you tell me to leave,
You break the heart on my sleeve.
I was incapable of loving before I met you.
I was caught in a perpetual cycle, filled with sharp highs and deep lows.
Constantly trying to fill the void in my vacant chest.
But you touch me and breath life into my tar black lungs, you remind me there’s a heartbeat.
And being with you is my favorite thing to do
It’s only you.
I promise, it’s only you.

she smears her lips
with mama's red crayons.

(then
she swallows them whole)

lips like sour cherries,
puckered ,
                  swollen .

wiping her eyes on soft
tissue,
blood stains instead.

scrolling through the
mesmerizing feed
through his writing
his words are beautiful
true talent, of course,
but more
he's an amateur
that should be
a professional

he's kind
and funny
and when i praise his work,
he praises me,
not just because he wants to
give back
the words
i gifted him
but because
he thinks
i'm good enough

he's only through a screen
but the screen shows a lot
and i'm glowing
and i'm happy
and he's making me happy
i'm happy
for once.
it won't be
for once
anymore,
because stars don't just disappear
in a second.
he might stay.
i might stay.
we will be okay.

thank you
galaxy
for giving me
one of your stars

i finally remembered what it was
to feel happy and content
instead of just "not sad"
the sun comes around more often
sticks around longer
it paints my world in colors more beautiful
than those it gives the sky because suddenly,
when my friends laugh , i can too
and i am loud again
and instead of walking, i skip
suddenly, instead of dreading the day,
i wake up to moments full of potential
and i worry less about every single thing i do
suddenly, being with people
is as invigorating as it used to be
once upon a time ago.
of course, the rain will come again
and the sun will leave with summer
and it is then, especially, that i will hurt again
but suddenly, i have hope.