I miss our early mornings
Our even later nights,
The laughs we shared under the sheets.
You wanted a love-letter romance.
You wanted to listen to the rain,
Dance to our promises
Barefoot in the kitchen.
You wanted a songwriter
To build rhythms to your heartbeat
Slowly, so slowly.
Sipping anticipation like tea
Gently, from big mugs
Waiting for it to burn,
In front of the fire you have not built,
In the home you do not yet have,
Laughing as the starlight
Kisses your face
And blisters your skin,
With the woman you never realized
Was me.
You wanted to hold your breath
Suspended in our eagerness.
You wanted sunsets to feel it all by
For time to wind in and out
Leaving us behind
Did we have Children?
I can’t seem to remember.
Where did you go again?
Or was it me who left?

High tides on a hideout
Scuffling high and low  
Sought shelter off sea
At a downward cradle resort
In high land island assort
Cuddled in grip n grasp
To enjoy the balm and calm

Back waters beckoned me
To the wedlock o’ bed lock
Of islands’ land n liquid
I peddled my winding way
The beat about the boat afloat
Swayed away fair and far
The wiling willing precincts
Untidy tide untied my ties

Sea saw swing sang a song
Amidst tunes of windy wand
As though to unwind my mind
***** of breeze doused me to brim
Frills and spills lulled into thrill
Oh! What a symphony of scenery
The treat lasted from dawn to dusk
Waves waved off my retreat not to risk

A shooting star lit up the sky tonight.

It reminded me of you.

The cold nostalgia that followed shook me to the bone.

I could see your smile as clear as day and hear your voice as sharp as the night's wind.

The seemingly insignificant celestial body took away my breath and stopped my heart.

A flash of light brought you back to me, and I was reminded, if only for a fraction of a second, of the weight I still carry.

The weight of the promises.

The immensity of you.

But as the meteor passes, I remember the unanswered questions.
The silence.

And the nostalgia turns warm.

My love
refers to me
as an artist
I maintain
that I just paint
as this
color slinger
simply reproduces
the masterpiece
her love
creates

I'm wearing armor
These wounds still bleed
I painted on my "Don't ask" face
Just so you wouldn't see
The pain that lies beneath
My emotions are my dedication
I take your's into consideration
Not expecting reciprocation
Rarely surprised but if you do
Try to see it from my view
I do not take sympathy with comfortable ease
I ask you kindly, pretty please
Know that I'm grateful if my words fall short
I may do a little talking but I'm more the writing sort

Lured by website
Caught in poetry portal
Native poet cast his net
Baited for his diet
On catchy themes
Around, in and out
Nature, flower n colors
Clouds, sky n stars
Life and lifeless
Saw none unexplored
Scared of scarcity
Stared at sky in shy
Day and night
In light and dark
To enlighten and lighten
****** by sky beyond stars
Bewildered at amazing void
Unfilled between poet and poetry

~~
new born coconut leaves
standing on the head of the tree
a mild north chill breeze blowing
raising sunlight reflects between the leaves

the falling light playing on the meadows
the growing day in to the fog's shadows

the new moody breeze growing a little
the cowboys wandering with the cattle
the boy is very crazy with his flying kite,
the birds are too busy within the day's light

I am wondering through the shadows
and finding my hopes within the meadows
when thousands of kites flying in the sky
there love growing on her gloomy eyes

where there a few of dreams coming
as the light falling between the leaves
where there thousands of whirling
hopes uttering in to the breeze  
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

I wanted you to pick apart my brain
With a fork and a serrated knife
A dinner plate the size of my broken skull
I only wanted you
To digest my recurring self-doubt
It was a futile notion

I wanted you to sift through the debris
Popped joints and dislocated jaws
A hammer crashing against my temple in a daydream
I only wanted you
To feast on my self-apathy
That would be enough

A ******-up boy dealing trash
With his tongue in my cheek
Fists clenching tufts of hair
Bodies intertwined and crash
I only wanted you
To bruise and break my skin
Was that all too much?

I wanted you to push your fingers
Into the soft fleshy parts of my head that made me see the world so differently
Maybe if I let you play with it like putty
You'd mold my mind correctly

beautiful
feathers in
red-orange-yellow,
green-blue eyes sing as
quiescent chrysalis cracks,
blossoms into butterfly
blue wings blue sky,
love spreads its wings
wide open, speaks ocean  
blue-turquoise truth, anahata  
through lapis lazuli lips, vishuddha
a kiss on the amethyst-lilac forehead,
ajna to the sky, sahasrara
butterfly flew

You don't like me?
Wow I'm so devastated
I'm going to go die now in eternal misery and disappointment
OH wait
oh yeah! that's right!
I literally do NOT care at all!!