I try and I try,
But I can never seem to forget you.
I speak to the stars,
Oh how I beg of them to rid my mind of you.
They spoke back through beacons of light,
They said  
             "Your mind may forget them, but your heart surely won't".
I asked them once more,
                     "What do I do?"...
The stars spoke in response
       * "They are like pluto to you, although their label changes,
    their value in your life hasn't change, the beauty they held doesn't change, they haven't changed and the only thing that has changed is what you are allowed to call them. Same way the PLANET Pluto is still in our hearts, they are still in yours"*...

I laid back to bed, completely bewildered by the strange response,
And
......Fell asleep with the thought of you in my mind, and your face in my heart.

I shall meet the man when the time eventually comes
but run to the waves and soar to the seas is how I feel alive.
I've dreamt nights after nights of meeting him once again
but pensive thoughts kept me captured without sleep
and I lay awake with a myriad of promises to keep.
I will cherish the memories, the mistakes, the moments
holding onto each and every box kept open because closure
meant giving up and giving up meant not caring.

I shall meet the man when the time eventually comes
but run from what must be met is something I plan not to do,
I've seen dew drip on mornings of arid days and happy days
moulded together like clay.

I shall meet the man when the time eventually comes
and the sun shall rise as it has always done.

I shall meet my father at the end of my time
and maybe that day, we will play catch for the first time.

I'm sorry. Mr. Gazer, your life is being played with,
You've gathered the sweetest memories you've ever tasted;
Now you think you're going to hold onto them forever?
Clearly you don't have a ******* brain because you're mistaken,
Everything you forsook and have ******* forsaken,
I'm telling you, I'm taking it all back.
Look around Mr. Gazer, you're ******* hated;
you're a disappointment to your family, but I won't mention friends,
**** if I did mention friends, I don't think this will ever end.
Mr. Gazer. Mr. Gazer, why don't you sing well at all?
Is it cause you drink yourself silly even way before the bar's last call;
is it because you have one ******* and no ******* *****?
Mr. Gazer. Mr. Gazer, how would you like to challenge the world,
watch how you can make all the people's arm hair curls;
as they cheering you on, from start to end?
Oh Mr. Gazer, you're too ******* gullible.
This isn't a message out of hatred you ******* *******,
this is a word of wisdom from your new best friend : LIFE.
I don't know when this sentence ends
but welcome to Life my new best friend.

Mr. Life, I've tried and tried,
I've been to the optometrist,
they said nothing was wrong with my lenses
but when it pours rain, nothing feels cleansed;
everything become blurry.
Mr. Life, You don't need to end your sentence,
I've done that many times for you;
I've done that almost every day...
After all, what are friends for?
...
So here's how it should end,
Goodbye my new best-friend.

Hey, can I tell you something, it's something I've been hiding from you...
I do hope you get a chance to know whats hidden beneath my mask...
It's just so less to ask and so much to think, and I'm blinking the tears.....
away.
Hey, can I tell you something, it's something I've been hiding from you...
I wonder do you ever remember the ways I use to look at you, that smile,
that smile that kept me awake for nights on end...
Hey there beautiful, will you remember me when life decides to take me away...
it's been bothering me so, because I don't know how long left I have to go,
but I know , oh I know that I want you to know...

That you...are everything to me, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

So if the winds, break us up, and if the towers we build our love, just can't stay up...
I hope you know...

that you are everything to me, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

So no matter where I may be or no matter where you may go,
just smile because I know...oh I know...I'll be looking at your smile.

And if the gods won't let us be, and if the sky's decides to drown me,
i hope you know...

I love you every second from the first time I met you.

A million different people, but not one I could talk to,
this awful feeling must be what they call loneliness,
I need a warm shoulder for my skull to rest
but the mist of the mystery lies beyond me and myself.
I'm calling out for help, and the only voice I hear back
sneers back, "you are alone".

A million different people, but not one I could talk to,
A million different people, but my forked view could not
seem to spot the few.

You and I have shared words, shown the darkness, the light
and glimpses of bright coloured sky where the truth floats freely.
Though you can not see me, I have felt glimpses of your strength,
the length we've known each other has honestly been short
but thoughts to words, I have come to understand and learnt
that though the sun has burnt, there are moments where that star
wears a seared scar like any other thing that exists within this world.
The waves curl between the shores and the vast amount of water
and like an author you find ways to find words that fit perfectly.
There is certainty in my tone when I say that you will come to find
the gems and stones that blind those who chooses to wear a mask
like a buried flask filled with honesty and pure emotion.

I have been grateful in so many ways for your constant encouragement,
the words you flourish embeds itself into my mind as a constant reminder
to never give up writing like a spider that never gives up designing webs.
I've leapt in joy on numerous occasions to discover new poems of yours
and to learn behind closed doors what an amazing character you possess
only attests to how well you write. You've written diamonds in every line
like a diamond mine but with words.

It's a new year, happy new year.
The introduction of your story is up to how you choose to write it,
you're the writer, the painter, the artist behind the pathways you choose.
I encourage you to keep on writing, to never give up and to stay strong;
it's been a long journey and yet there is so much left unseen.
I've only been your friend for a short while, but I thank you for every moment.

Fantasies ruins lives like chocolate ruins diets,
the highest ecstasy we inject into our lives,
the night collides with the day and fantasies
are alike planted seeds, they grow and grow
till daytime's glow is invaded by dreams.

Fantasies of the heart, fantasies of the mind
are so unkind like torture and nurture,
like the hard worker and the still idler,
neither would suggest to be perfect or good
but could they be combined, art is formed,
hearts turn warm and work is completed.

Love...is the ****** of human emotion
an ocean of joy but a deeper sea of ache.

They never tell you how much patience it takes
to get through the past wrongs and all of the mistakes
I just wanted a simple situation with nary bit of heinous
but they never tell you how it can be so dangerous
holding up the skies, crawling between the cracks,
if they ever try to lie, we'll fall on our backs ready for the attack,
but they never said being in a relationship can be so hard
because one day everything feels so real, and another it's a facade,
I've been kneeling in front of sculptures praying to a god
but all I ever get in return is a resounding nod, an empty gesture
And from all the times i look at it , I hate to be a pester
I'm too strong to walk away but I'm too weak to say goodbye
so please someone tell me what to do because nothing I do is ever right.

You keep doing this to me, on the daily,
I'd walk away if I knew you'd chase me
Because I know I can't ever let you go
Because once you go, you're gone
and there's not a single way to move on
so what am I holding onto
when you don't even know that i want you.
I need you,
scars bleed too
and my heart is hurting more than any scab or wounds
and I'm trying not to point fingers and put the blame on you
but I need to stop the bleeding
so please remind me that you still love me
so please remind me that I may be ugly
But no matter what you'll still always love me
because i seem to have forgotten
maybe my brain is just rotten...

But I love you
and I hope you love me too

I stopped looking both ways when I cross roads
In the end.
Nothing really matters,
Why should I even bother.
Crossing roads to get to your destination
In the end, no matter how much patience
You have. Somehow you will still
Be walking to your destination alone.
There's no points looking both ways crossing the road
There's no point breathing.

I stared at the lucent beam of the stars,
time seeped of all value, frozen like-
a deer caught in the headlights of cars,
though eternity passed, my eyes affixed-
on those specks of limitless lights afar.

O' Stars, your name escaped with empty air,
each breath an assault by those who see-
but could never look to understand the lure,
like the heavenly aroma of honey to a bee-
that nestles in the comfort of a hidden hive
under the bumbled branches of a tree.

I fumbled a glance to the celestial bodies-
discovered the smile you left me last night
debossed across my memory of warmth-
escaped from the only visible light
that shared the same blackened canvas
between all that settled as wrong and right.

I closed my eyelids, reopened them like-
A glass window slid to remove the fog
that overlaid the transparent crystal
and with first sight my eyes as cogs
projected enchantment geared into orbs
accompanied by crickets and howling dogs.

Craters, comets, cosmic creations cast-
a vivid image of an established universe
coated in beauty with ink that's colourfast,
and as eternity drone on, the light emitted-
forever remains seen pivoted within the past.

I just want to say I love you
and clench onto my chest
that you will say it right back
but I'm not sure what to do.

I've said it over a million times,
all of which are in my mind,
so you'll never hear how I feel
when I want you to be mine.

My emotions are controlling,
But the saying I'm upholding,
"Life is less about consoling,
And more about prevention".
Giving a man a minor sentence,
For ****** with intention,
Is equivalent to a suspension,
Of a handicap veterans pension.
A complete chaotic corruption.

"Life is less about consoling,
And more about prevention",
For what good is encouraging,
A lady to have an abortion.
A victimless crime?
What about the soft spoken,
The fetus just waiting for its time.
Unable to speak like a mine,
The fetus awaits its inevitable end,
With nary support of a friend,
What good is consoling?

"Life is less about consoling,
And more about prevention",
What good is an insurance policy,
When a man shot down like an animal,
By a "rehabilitated" criminal.
What good is a life gone,
When prevention was an option.

We talked for a while and I thought it was fun

but just like I’ve said a few other times, we are done.

I knew our friendship was dead

the moment you took what your close friends said

turned it into a gun with a bullet

looked at the trigger and decided to pull it.

Sometimes you going to lose some

and earn some, but the feeling I hate the most is feeling dumb

yes I know I was not doing the right thing

but the choices you made was intriguing.

Turn it around to a time after the mess

it wasn’t pleasant for me, I do confess

but the feeling and waitings killing me

you made me stay static like a dead tree

when you turned all the issues of you three

onto a train and sent that train to me like it was on a killing spree.

Now I’m stuck with a memory

that would hang me and even follow me to the cemetery

Now I understand that I lost a good friend

who didn’t understood what it was like at my end.

Things come and things go

but still it was never for show

whether our friendship was real

or were you just hiding it to get to better deal.

Ask around, figure out how many knew we were mates

barely anyone knew and it felt like I was getting rolled over by skates.

Now that everything’s final and we’re parting ways

I am admitting that I did miss the good old days

the good old days now become lodged in the past

and we should move on at last.

Don’t try to talk to me anymore

because what we had existed only before

now vivid images represent wasted times

and that’s the last of my rhymes.

Girl : Be a little classy say scenery not view
Boy : view, it's a view.
Girl : it's a scenery. A scenic scenery. A memorable scenery.
Boy : You're a beautiful scenery. See **** doesn't make sense.
Girl : That's different.
Boy : What's the difference, that's just a sun. You're much prettier.
Girl : Such a sweet tongue, how many girls hearts have you broken?
Boy : None. Yet...
Girl : One day you'll miss having someone to look at scenic sceneries with.
Boy : I have you for that don't I?
Girl : True that but you'll still miss it when we grow up.
Boy : Who says we have to grow up?
Girl : We all do.
Boy : Nuh uh
Girl : Trust me you'll miss having someone to go look at views with.


One year later

Boy : I already do.

The stars may guide our walks of life,
But it will always be ourselves,
That pave the path we walk.

It will always be ourselves,
That must walk the path we paved.

Like a river flow,
We are a stronger force,
If we follow our own heart and dreams.

Momma said I was strange growing up.
She said I ran before I could even crawl
She said I'd run, drawing on walls in the halls
She said it was a bit odd.
Then again she said she raised me alone
Single parent, emphasis on the single
So obviously I was going to be odd.

I guess that stuck with me
Because I learned love before hatred
I learned to love before I questioned trust
So deep down in my core, way in the crust
There must be something wrong with me.

I wonder on things of my past
Wondering had it lasted
Where would my life be blasted.
The shadows of the past casted
And I always long to hide back
In the shade.

I guess I'm conflicted
Between finding the shade
And finding the light
Unsure which one I've been depraved
Or whether there was one I had craved
Maybe in the light is where I belong
But what if it's a hot day
...

I guess the past
Is a flag flown at half mast,
And the shadow is illuminated
Into complete exhile.

...

Maybe the light will reveal
What I never knew about myself.
Or maybe
I'm a creature of the shadows

...

You and your kind
Infested the school halls
Crushed souls with dodge *****
Cheered on blood and bruises
Silenced what the heart chooses
By brutishly brandishing names like ******
As though following love made people psychopathic,
You never understood the pain

You built bridges out of our hurt emotions
And told us to cross them
As though underneath our feet weren’t deep oceans
Of pain and tears
That we bled by bleeding our eyes dry.

I didn't fall in love with you
I plummeted
A thousand feet drop from the summit
Right into your life.
I plummeted in love with you
Now bruised, black and blue
From plummetting for you
I am in love with you
And no one else I'd rather be
In love with.
I love you

Maybe she and I,
We're not so alike,
When I saw the ground,
She saw the sky.
When I was happy
She wanted to cry.
Maybe we weren't meant to find each other
Or we weren't meant to be lovers.
The world is full of maybes,
But there's one thing that I can't deny,
even though we weren't alike,
I just wish she was by my side.
Maybe insanity, is trying to forget
someone you wish to never forget.

Spring time dew drips onto a blossoming bud
Each a piece of sustenance for a growing life
Enchanted by a combination of mere light
It starts to sprout leaves and stand firm.

They exclaimed of the beauty of a poppy
I knew little on flowers nor its effect
For all I could see did not reflect
the true art of growing a flower.

I watched the flower open up;
it's petal pushed pride upon its stem
But I knew little on flowers once again
And all I could see held no value.

The flower spoke to me by the breeze
A gentle aroma to remind me to 'open up'
and most nights, a poem is merely close enough
But coated words can only confuse the soul.

So I open up to you

You who have told me to **** myself
As though you build a life raft
and with blinding rage labeled it help
only to ever refuse me a seat.
You told me I was dressed like a furniture
as though wood and fabric could ever
equate to the spirit and soul of a man,
because the soul of a man can grow infinite
And in that brief second, that brief minute
your words left your mouth; you fired artillery
a mistaken hatred poured from your lips
to those who may have unshapely hips
to those who found it harder to deal with you
than it was to sit a ******* calculus exam.
...
It didn't have to be this way;
you didn't have to find those things to say,
as though the way I'm dressed
was only ever meant to impressed blind hearts
so you found time to tear me apart
just because I had on clothes that did not match yours
nor did dress as though I was built to mop floors
but I dressed as I liked.
I dressed as I liked
And after meeting you
an infinite closet
became minimised to
'Maybe I'll just stay inside'
and life became an everyday game of
hide and seek where those hiding
didn't really know what they were hiding from.
I've seen your smile as I let out a single sigh
between broken words, you tainted my spirit
And you burned fires with something fierce.
'I did not get hurt by your words',
I'll tell myself over and over
hoping that maybe this chapter has a closure
so I awake to every morning, avoiding your stares
hoping that you weren't there
because out of all the places you could be
you demolished your way into my world
and fired trajectories of hate only to ever make one mistake
you never really took the time to know me.

Those words didn't hurt me...
I kept telling myself that...
And those artillery made no impact...
I kept telling myself that...
hoping that none of it were true
that you were wrong
because out of all the pain I felt
it all originated from you.

I didn't know I was supposed to cry at a joke
...

As poets we paint pictures of death and war,
We capture the essence of poverty and hunger,
We sing of the fiery hell that singes souls,

But...

We also express love and romance,
We instil the message of family unity,
We draw upon scenic routes and beautiful sights

But...

We never captured the character and nature
Of the black rose creating justice
Through unjustifiable means.
We never talked about Batman.

When I was a kid, my mother told me I needed to grow up quicker
We'd bicker about how life is a straight line and I needed to be a man
with guidance and plans like the palm of my hands wrote my life story
before I could even ignore me. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a man,
that believed night-lights were a scam to force little minds to sleep
like sheep who were always counted on to put eyelids to rest.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a man, a man who stayed up all night
and sighed the next morning that I did not get enough time to sleep.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a man, but the definitions kept changing, and based on society's placement, I was far away from being a man.
I hid the kid inside me locked away behind bars of ribs,
because kids were not allowed in bars, nor were they allowed at work,
at worst I found myself smiling not for the sake of me but others.
I held judgement that grew like a crimson rose with bitter petals
just trying to settle my old moments, live the memories in open
and hope that putting the kid inside me away was the better choice.
My voice, though deep could seep the minds of those who cared enough,
to graft dreams that bare enough for me to help see them through it.
I wish that I knew it, that being a man was somewhat of a ****** dream
because the gleam is never as bright as the source of the light,
and lonely nights were only more terrifying when you're awake.
I met a girl with a beautiful face, who dared to tell the truth
that a roof is merely a ceiling in a simple way and the fact
that I acted like a man did not make me one. I remember the words
like a curse tainting families with the plague for generations
meant to bring indignation but it didn't. The words she said
went to my head and travelled through to my heart like roots
growing shoots that helped me understand that I could change.
'Men don't do that, boys do that'.

I'm a man built on the pressures surrounded me
that I've been remnants of others more than I have been myself
and a night's help could not tell how far that I have been lost.
I tossed away fiction with satisfaction because like Pinocchio
who wanted to be a real boy, I found myself wishing the same
when tears clogged my face as I stood over my best friend's grave...
I was a man who wanted to be a kid, but I've hidden that kid so deep
that I can only ever find him in my sleep, because feeling like a kid again
would only ever come in my dreams.

I watched her body left to rest and I wondered yet...
Why was I a kid who wanted to be a man?

I hope you're hearing my words when I say this,
You're no plain fish or cray fish that's somewhat wasteful
it's distasteful to think you're feeling tasteless
faceless to me but your words leap so beautifully
you're new to me but I wished I'd met you sooner
because luna lights are striking my eyes and I'm still reading
feeding my thoughts with all your written poems.

Your words are like fuel to a fire that burns the brightest spark
the heaviest hearts could amass your words and still find that the
brightest lights blinding quiet eyes to be an understatement.
Your words are like a thunderous cloud clashing with a calm sky
written to deny the fictitious aspects of life, written to reveal
the peeling mask behind every fake smile, written to heal
the steel hearts who have learnt cruelty from bruises and cuts.

I hope you read this written piece, because you're no Nemo or Dory,
your story is your own unique pathway, you're far from ordinary
because ordinary isn't a word that fits you at all, you're special
so let the Gods test you and I hope that you never falter or crumble,
stumble a few times if you must, but you're not a fish
you're a person, and though ignorance is bliss, you're aware of the world.
So wear off the world because everything around you,
can not truly sparkle as much as you do.

Ash is rubble, and rubble is fire
We burnt our love with heart's desire
Just to captivate what is left in our hearts
A flame that never needs fuel to start.

Collapsed structures to fallen bridges
A thousand memories in a single picture
We caught eyes over the blazing sun
And reminisced on all the damaged we'd done.

Tears is to water as water is to oceans
We packed Evian bottles of emotions
Making sure no word was spoken or heard
Because exposing ourselves became absurd.

Who would expose themselves to flame?
Who would expose themselves to blame?
Who would expose themselves to falling apart?
Who would expose themselves to a broken heart?

As humans we close of our hearts,
As though your worth is by your shopping carts,
Nothing that really sets us apart,
As though money is where life starts,
And the richer you are, the bigger your heart.

A world where worth is measured in income,
So blinded by the greens and its sum,
That as humans we eventually succumb,
To the phrase
'The bigger your car, the bigger your *****',
Never enjoying anything green or scenic,
Swapped value for profits,
And pray to prophets in the office,
We have been blinded,
By what is inside our wallets,
As though our appetites exists of expensive scallops,
And everything we know is,
only about money.

The door knock came in
But I was busy running away
I'd learnt that away
Was how I would stay safe.
Little did I know
That it was out of my control,
the door knock came in
And I really hated being alone
So I left the door open.
I thought I would stay safe
Little did I know
that safe was synonymous with fate.
I found safety in your eyes,
That little devilish smile
And the way you'd make me laugh
Even though I've been too sad
To know how to smile
Yet you managed to show me again.

But that was not what happened.
The door knock came,
And I was not home to receive it;
Now I sit in grievance
Over how I let that heartbeat
That beats in tempo with mine
Vanish...

The sun gives the ground the warmth
Where once pelted by hail and storm
The sun dries up the remnant remains
Of a liquified chaos.
Though there are days things get tough
But you are tougher than most
So like a morning walk,
Soon it will be noon, and the walk
Will be a thing of the past.

Your lips start to shake
As your spirits break
And the pieces of you
Become dipped in blue.

You trust your sight
Because your heart is blind.
You trust your ears
Because your heart is deaf.
You trust your scent
Because your heart reminds you of her.

You trust yourself,
Because you are the only one
Who will not lie to you.

Read the words etched in my mind:
You are wonderful

Life is like a play
Every place a stage
Each line never fades
And beginnings are new pages.

Life is like a play
Full of life, love
And sadness that was all
Written from storytellers above.

When the lights are switched off
No centre stage nor audience
We ask ourselves "where do we go?"
When there is no longer a show...

I tried losing weight,
I was certain I was good at eating
So I let my insecurities devour me.
"Ugh who the **** is that monstrosity?"
Staring in the mirror became difficult,
I became a vampire, creating a house
without any mirrors in my vision
and as I slowly saw myself submerge
deeper into that monstrosity in the mirror
I realised, this is no longer a home,
this is a house, this is a judgemental house
where even the mirrors
are eating at my internal flame
and as my candles flickered
I knew I was never going to ever look good
So I starved myself over and over,
And when the scales read my weight,
I saw "Math Error" or "Syntax Error",
Because I knew, I was everything wrong.

I to this day, hate the way I look,
And everyday as I drive
My front view mirror reflects-
A ******* monstrosity.

I'm not an artist
But when I drew you
I felt drawn to you.

I'm not a musician
But when I played you a tune
I felt we were perfect in tuned.

I'm not a scientist
But when I was synthesizing you
I felt our chemistry and bond strengthened.

I'm not an author
I do not know how to create fictional universes
But I know that my universe is all I have to offer.

I'm not a swimmer
But I would swim a thousand rivers
Against the current just for you.

I'm not a poet
But I would eloquently write of my love
For no one but you.
I'm no Pablo Neruda
But I can make you one promise;
That if I say I love you;
I will love only you.

Where do I stand? Amongst the broken or amongst the strong,
A destructive song to whistle pass oncoming traffic,
Oh tragic how the tunes I hear in my head are much louder
than the clouded judgements of those just passing by
because I'm blinded. Blinded by grass in the sky, the Earth
seems hurt, confused, upside down but I keep walking,
keep crawling, as though I have shoes made of cloud
and I'm allowed to fly wherever I want.

This isn't the world that raised me up, this is the world
that hurled abuse and painful memories, just to keep me down.
It's what I've allowed and to that I say I'm walking on
because my feet sings a song, the pitter-patter beat
like sleep under a tin roof echoing the serene sounds of raindrops.
The pain stops, the tears I've heard are not falling down my face,
it is the rain, leaking between cracks of a self-made ceiling
and as healing begins, this is my start, by tearing down that roof.

My shoes are made of cloud and I am walking across the sky,
hear me sigh as I say 'this is where I should have started from'
Catacombs are built for the dead, you are breathing, you are alive,
hearts survive, and so will you, so just do me a favour...
tear that ******* roof down and fly.

To dearest Bailey.
We're worlds apart
But upon meeting
A kind and nice soul
Coated in pure wisdom
A heart that leaked care
As your own,
I'll remember
Twenty sixteen quite
Fondly.

Though days go by
And so fell the sky
It'll always be
Twenty sixteen
When I found
You for the
First time.

I know I'm not supposed to feel upset but some reason I do
I knew that some days I will always feel this way, unreasonable
thoughts never seemed feasible, unspeakable words I've lost
like a cross marking the memories stained saying 'wrong'.

I thought I knew you and your history but I really didn't,
this isn't supposed to upset me but for some reason it does
enough to make me want to remind you of the great things
the singsong of the morning sunrise and everything bright.
The positive light. But it might not be all that bright right now.
My shoulder is yours and I will always lend you my ear
so hear me when I tell you "we are friends forever"
and nothing will sever our friendship.

Stay strong- I believe in you. I believe in how wonderful and magnificent you are.
Don't forget to smile
-Star Gazer

'Just delete me'
Your number still taunting me
your voice still haunting me.
If it was only that easy
To forget a past, forget a life
Forget a name, forget a light,
It wasn't easy at all.
I've been tempted to scroll down
Find your name and hit call
But I've been scared of what to say
And curtain draws on another day
Yet I still haven't said a word to you.

Your number and name screams
'Just delete me'
But I always choose to live in heartbreak
Regret my mistakes
And keep your number and name
in my phone.

'Just delete me'
Your number and name screams
But I'm too scared of forgetting you...

He was a paraplegic,
Cursed to see the world from the height of a wheelchair.
He recognised a woman who loved him without care,
For his misfortune. The woman being quite strategic,
Always said at least you aren't a quadriplegic,
And that was what established them as a pair.
The mutual love and respect they both share,
Because even if he was handicapped she didn't see it.

She was blind,
An affliction through her whole life,
The scent of the rose that promised her, to be his wife,
And she didn't mind.
For something between the two connected them.

People don't understand that being hurt
Is like contorting a wound and rubbing dirt
In place of applying bactine,
It's like fighting a disease without a vaccine,
A world where the average relies on being mean.

People don't understand that being invincible
Doesn't shield you from love the way you had hoped
And standing in the crosshairs of a ******'s scope
We come to realize that Cupid is a deadeye,
He's capable of hitting anyone without try.

Even the strong falls in the face of their emotions
And even an alchemist has no true cure or potion
For this affliction,
Known as love.

I have loved you for half a year
And although that isn't a long while
I have cried a billion tears
And I have loved you with a million hearts.
I write this last poem dedicated to you
To remind you that you are beautiful
And hope that you find the happiness
That you seek for.

Caught in the clouds,
I'd stare into the grey sky
Just waiting for rain to cascade
From each puff of clouds
To wash away my imperfections.

Eyes on the prize, eyes on myself
As I stare around I've been locked;
Closeted by my own broken closet,
And always saw a scream for help.

Sands across my feet, the warmth
Still indented in my memory; the air
searing against my skin, and the sun
over my ******* body like a storm.

It was the first time, I'd been *******
not by my lonesome, but in public;
And though I still hated my stomach,
It was the first time I'd felt air on my skin,
I'd felt the freedom that the beaches' promise.

All the starving myself in front of a mirror,
could not compare to the joy of running-
through arid sands, stepping into the tepid-
waters all the while not caring that my image;
that my body; that my skin; was inferior.

The lucent beams of the moon could
clash with the burning sun and shine a spotlight
on who I was in that moment, and it would have
garnered no self hatred nor self disgust at
what I saw in the mirror-like waters,
I was not beautiful, I was not handsome but no...
I was human. I needn't need to be anyone,
but myself and my ******* self agreed to that
even more.

While trying to find freedom on a beach,
I found freedom in myself,
And if I had once screamed for help;
That scream is now mute,silent,
For I have found my closet.
Freedom was my closet,
And I drowned in it.

....And there he sat,
            From all the tales we told,
He became the monster we believed he was.

A once gentle soul,
                pressured into upheaval monstrosity,
To become a demon,
                 amongst men.

                       *******, ******* and ****,
Were his names,
           Till he was tired of defending himself,
And became those names he was known for.

Maybe he's still alive, that sullen guy
who crept out of the abyss like a moth
and before we even knew the depth,
he saw light and chased every ray.

The beautiful girl unbeknownst by touch,
slided,skated and glided on words
and the two of them flew on lexical wings,
afraid of falling from the heat that was love.

Guy and girl, found one another's arms,
Fought against an avalanche of cold snow,
they held each other against the mountains.

Love soon discovered it was labelled love,
And as my heart awoke to thoughts of you,
suddenly your heart became a guiding light.

Dear Daisy Dilly Dalley
You noticed I wrote Dilly Dally,
It's because I've been to large valleys,
Roamed through the darkest alleys,
Saw exquisite masterpiece in art galleries,
Met people named Margaret and Mallory
But I still can't address you as Daisy Buchanan.

The green light across the pier still flickers
And even though I bicker
with my subconscious state of mind,
I wonder, is this luxury life-
worth living without you?
Without you by my side?
The green light is but a taunt now,
saying go- yet at the same time
creating a tension in my heart-
saying this.....
will never happen.
Please come back to me,
or at least write a letter back to me-
Give my best to Tom as well...
                                                         ­   Love you always,
                                                               Jay Gatsby

Silver armour defeating deafening silence,
Arrow heads impaling against metal,
He stood there withstanding the violence,
As war and gore on soil starts to settle.

Fatal finish for violence over words,
As the sound armour dings and rings,
The only noise the soldiers heard,
Were the sound of death, violence brings.

He was dressed like a soldier in battle,
But he had a gentle beating heart,
His mind never once did rattle,
When they used violence to tear him apart.

His words resonate in the soldiers soul,
'You don't have to use violence to fight,
And in this world being whole,
Means finding the bright light'.

"Violence is never the solution,
  It's a lesson that never changes,
  It should not belong to confucian,
  But then again humanity rarely changes"