Now I'll sing of my greatest fear

Of the taste of the realm of nothingness

Teasing and taunting like a missing limb

How I dread its incessant pull

Into the passage between here and there

Nothing more agonizing than that chill

Gnashing beneath the hovering darkness, a

Ne'er ending nightmare of infinite nothingness

E'er threatening possession of my mind

Such is the miracle of a near-death your

Soul is never here or there

Camille her beauty pursued.
Music she listens to according to her mood.

Before you can get to her hearts door there is a huge body of water that is frozen to cross.
All those who can't ice skate withdraws.

To her heart's door there is only one course.
When she takes off her glasses she is like a princess.

Her poem is a process.
Not writing her a perfect poem is pointless.

She is as sweet as the sweet things she likes.
I have to admit it. That's why I have to write it.

A closet with a mirror containing all the clothes and shoes she shopped for.
Where she keeps her special things a safe in her hearts floor. ©M.P.Jacobs

And now you’re going..
Your blue eyes leaving a cold shadow on my soul
Realizing that you cannot love me
That you don’t need me.

And the wine will never  taste the same it did before.

And now you’re leaving
Taking with you all the scents I've put in your hair
All the poems I've read to you
All the perfect moons
The ugly, boring Sundays
Your smile
The smoke of cigar coming from your lungs
Your heart
Your voice whispering
“I’ll never leave you”.

I've got a common set of insecurities.
A wide variety of trust issues.
A closet filled with I can't love you's.

I've got a tainted heart,
Painted all over with cracks,
Wrapped around in bandages,
Filled with holes where hope escapes leaving me less whole.

I've got a broken mind.
One which over-analyses each concept of the world to avoid further damage.

I've got hitched breaths and broken voices.
Wirings in my head,
Cocked up screws running my emotions
Forcing me to hide and avoid commotions

I've turned into a literal device.
I've been given limitations.
Turned into a personification.
Talk about a huge oxymoron.

I've been turned into the world's biggest metaphor,
An allegory of what people shouldn't be.
I've been made into some anecdote.

They believed  I would succumb to the notion of pain.
That I could be battered and tattered into some emotional mess.
To wallow and swallow the hurt,
To writher and turn hollow.

The thought assumption is that the final process of completely annihilating a person.
They must be tantalized and blown to smitherings with ones past.

It's the perfect analogy of a literal masterpiece that comes with a lesson.

However the forgotten loophole of meeting a person willing to stand by us has been casted off.
With the assumption our feelings have become one as machinery.

They forgot we could be Wall E and Eva,
We could defy the code.
We could stand tall, fight the pain and feel better.

Tears streaming.
Sun beaming.
Kaleidoscopic sight.
Heart pacing.
Mind racing.
"This" Love I wont fight.
A Light,
So bright!
Divine delight.
Intensity increasing,
I am blind at night.

The clock strucks midnight
another day set down
out of misery
plaintive songs the stars sing
another dismal night born
born to the hope of resuscitation.
It falls in
trapped in warmth of storm
that could never detach a leaf
on the top of it
wails a passing wind
for it never evanesced a teardrop,
and soaked with my teardrops
there lies my favorite pillow
golden brown,torn
waiting to feel my heartbeats
in sync with your footsteps.
But you never rang my bells
that whimsical tune
set for your phone call never buzzed,
and the beach near your place
we were to make sand pyramids at,
lies barren,lifeless.
What i hear
over the sound of sea waves hitting a stone
best of your venomous words
three months back
you spit out,then left.
In those few moments of your stay
my heart barely felt anyone's presence.
Now,here i stand
on my knees
impaled by the silence
stagnating my valor since then
begging for the echoes.
What if the words sound pungent,
they're yours anyway!
It is dark outside love,
and that fainted light
on the top of the tower
few meters from my window
never signalled your sojourn!
so i stay awake
untangling the variables of Algebra
to shape the letters of your name & engrave it over my wrist
then wash it away
so easily in the morning.
Though the feelings remain intact
once warm,now as cold as mid december
but unlike december
it conspires to last longer.
Longer that forever
devoid of the smudges of broken trust.
Hoping,Wishing,Waiting
will you ever come?
Or am i not?
Not even worthy of a goodbye?
you left without a single word
whom should i try & look beautiful for?
The dark patches
underneath my eyes
horrid and unseemly
No,i dont wanna stay up at night
reading your message to your first love
but eulogise the drastically beautiful eyes you've got.
Mornings never brought bliss.
sunrays burnt my eyes rather make it shine.
These damaged eyes
find you ten folds better than
every other 6 feet tall guy
because no one else
treads over my heart
meliorating every bit of it,
the way you do
then coerce it to fall in for your guiltless flaws.
And if you remember
we met each other,
virtually
around this month
two years back.
I fell adrift.
Hoping you'd clasp me
it hurt
more than it could
more than it should
and if you choose to ruin me,
let me be ruined!
For the sake of the smile
i'm irrationaly in love with!
Yes, I am in love with you!
frantically,passionately,psychotically
and willingly staying there.
You seem content unquestionably!
yet this heart longs to hear it in your voice.
Are you doing fine my love?
Will i ever know?
For i'm just a wish away
but you?
1762 Kilometers!

M glad with what u gave me through...
But don't act like u did me a favour..
Dear life..
I have paid for every breath I took...
Sometimes with laugh..
Sometimes with tears..
Sometimes feeling safe...
Sometimes with fear...
Sometimes being simple..
Sometimes being rude...
I agree I am not good enough,
Dear life..
But I won't accept it as a favour from u...