I can rhyme & riddle
Play violin & fiddle

I can write metaphors and paraphrase
Sit in a basement or stand on a stage

I can narrate comtemplations
And describe frustrations

I can sit in the shade and describe what I feel
I can recreate the impossible and make it seem real

I can write stories about feeling distant
And tell tall tales of commitment

I can write In riddles without clues
I can write on all shades of the blues

I can capture the experience of motion
and make time freeze in emotion

I can write to match my mood
I can write them eloquent or crude

But just because I wrote it
doesn't make me a poet  

Poetry...

What is it?

Eh, I'll leave it to someone else.

This is just me

writing on myself

I see the things I've felt unraveling before me
Maybe your mind just doesn't do it for me
At once impossible is now very likely
You'll go on anyway despite me

I thought about you maybe only once today
I thought that wouldn't happen until I passed away
Sometimes I think that I could never get away
But now I'm wondering if I really want to wait

When tomorrow comes it will be just another time
All I've ever heard from you is "some other time"
Sooner or later I've got to find my own life
No second chances for those who think I'm simply next in line

Come down from there where you've been too long
The pedestal that I built isn't very strong
I thought you would die up there but I was wrong
And I'll feel better when I know you're gone

Starts with strangers
Which heading to different path
Not knowing each other
And never thought it would.
Becomes friends by accident
Welcoming new existence
Kinda exciting, huh?
Well, the beginning is always like that.
And it continues
To a phase we call it
Best-friend-lover
Everything is so fine
Coz they are so blind
Sparks in love that strikes.
A lovey-dovey happens next
Both become sweet-talker
Promising each other
Living in their own world
Surviving instead of drowning
Oh God, love at its prime.
Time flies
The journey isn't easy as it seems
Things happen, mistakes take place,
Suffering in heartache, keep tearing
No longer favorite each other
Now they started drowning
In their own love's ocean.
The cycle is currently
Heading to a down-*****
And everything changes
In a blink of an eye
Totally up side down
They become strangers again
But this time,
This stranger isn't welcome
To enter each other's life
Not even allowed
To knock the door
Of each other's heart.

End of another love story.

If you were given a chance
To have and to hold
Someone who wholeheartedly
Loves you, cares for you
Someone who
Would give their all
Just to get your love in return
Don't let them go
They will never come back
Coz they're not a boomerang
Trust me. Chances are
You will only regret the chances
You took for granted.

You're a walking overreaction
When something doesn't go your way
You think it's everlasting
And when the heart inside your cold chest
Doesn't get a response
You blame it on unhappiness

I think it's over, all of those complaints
But when they start again
I wonder if you ever learned restraint
Sometimes it's easy
But most of the time
I can barely stand you speaking

You're still a child
Somewhere, out there
There must someone who likes your style
I'll bet they're crazy
It doesn't matter how hard you try
It ain't me

Can you believe it?
Somebody near you
Doesn't like it when you talk ****
Maybe you should try this
When a thought comes in your head
Don't just say it, maybe filter it

There is something in me
Long forgotten
Yet it pushes and pulls
Always reminding me

This solidarity is coming to an end
I have walked this path enough
For I have found what I seek
Now to open my eyes

But I must warn you
Things won't always be gentle
In order to grow
First you must burn away

Just ask the forest and the land
Just ask the trees that sprouted from the ashes
Just ask your favorite island
They have danced with the fire

As will I
But not to harm or repel
But to warm and inspire
Myself and my space