Cold, unfold
with just a second
I taught myself to crawl,

Pure, uncured
with just a minute
I learnt from every war,

Tears, unshared
with just an hour
I forgave, but never forgiven,

Found, unsound
with just a day
I appreciated life like rain.

Your name,
still stains my brain
like it had never been before,
you took me higher
but then again I touched the floors:
we have drifted away
(you were the one who decided),
and now, it is too late to be back
from those words you said.

Your lips,
still intertwine on my days
as you kissed goodbye,
it has been dreams faded ---
and lost with those myriad times;
you turned each night colder,
unbeknownst, and will never grow,
and chasing those memories,
somehow, is all that I can ever do.

Your eyes,
are still blinded,
that you could not see me through tears,
a broken heart from a broken smile,
and it will never be eased again;
you have thrown all the chances
far from usual things,
so what am I supposed to do
than to break down and cry?

And now,
you showed me the worst,
yet I will still miss you
throughout these lonely years,
I keep on bleeding,
keep on fixing these shattered pieces:
and I have no choice
but to accept every details found,
to understand everything
to be brave, then believe
and to chase those memories
by walking apart ---
apart from your grave.

Stirring some cups of coffee of thoughts
     from ocean of ideas rose above through the sunrise;
I am a poet not, I am just a kid with boring words,
     critics are everywhere, how do you find my poems?

These graffiti on my mind hanged along the walls,
     are trying to convey who literally am I used to be,
with points of view, questions, which sometimes *****!
     But if you can only utter empty phrases, then shut up!

Do not judge me, I am no superman, am not that strong,
     I still bleed upon countless things people spewed out,
there is nothing wrong if I am drawn to pen my words,
     there is nothing wrong about poetry, right?

I am only a beginner, without fruitful thoughts,
     I am poet not, I am just a kid with boring words:
out of style, lack of knowledge towards once philosophy,
     so, how do you find my poems? My poetry?

With all these words
     I'm trying to utter right now,
With all these words
     I'm asking deep inside my heart;
With all these words
     I really want you to hear;
With all these words
     that come from
     the highest atmosphere.

I'm missing you,
     do you miss me too?
I need you,
     do you need me too?
I care for you,
     do you care for me too?
I love you...
     and would you hug me
     and say, you do?

'Tis end of the world...

                   ...after ice and fire collide.

Empty words from empty tongue;
empty thoughts from empty minds.

Your eyes doesn't convey the phrases
you're trying to speak;
you're talking so much without understanding it,
and you're just playing safe.

Distorted.
Your actions are torturing me.
Exploded.
From being imprisoned of that loud silence.

Even if you kneel for forgiveness;
even if you say thousands of apologies.

(It's fin'lly over!)

Each story of yours seems so unsound,
and I'm done accepting you (over and over again).
You left me hanging with no regrets,
guess what?!
I'm sick and tired crying bottles of tears.

Stand up!
Just burn yourself by the coldness of the ice!
You can do noting now,
when your sorry is not enough.

(It's fin'lly over)

Leave me alone with
no arguments,
and
no questions,
for I've given you already so many chances before.

You told me once  that you've  never loved
anyone like you love me. You also  told me
that you woud love me forever and   never
(ever) leave my life.  That   you were   here  
to  stay.  You  
said I looked
like an angel,
like  an    Arabian   princess,
Angelina   Jolie-esque  and  
simply  eatable.  Your love
for    me   showed   all  over
this   perfect
face of yours,
you   know...
And   though
my poor eyes,
heart,    and
hands    belie-
ved every eve-
ry lie,    every  
*******   *****
lie,    I   know
better    now.                             **UCK YOU

And we did.
     I swear we did.
          I showered in your scent this morning while you
              read to me my own work telling me I was foolish to
                 write such dark poetry. That you would love only me
                                                                ­                                                                 ­        forever




And we did.
   We made love and had long dialogues
       like grown-ups. Talking about politics and
           global warming and my left big toe and your
              fantastic way of explaining what our romance
                                                         ­                                                                    means




God, we did. I could  
    ******* swear we did.
                   .but.
        My body is naked from the knees upwards
            and my imagination runs wild, even faster than
               your thrusting hips and your spanking hand and
                      ugly words. My soul is drunk tonight and I wish it
                                                                ­                                         sobered up        
                                                      ­                                                                 ­                                       *never

The familiarity of helplessness
Thrice-fold upon return
Has churned up the sleeping trolls
Now dancing on the nerves of the lost
A happy dance it is they do