A flicker of a candle flame
As I studied the photos
You held the same pose
The same single smile
That same spark ran wild,

But all of that was yesterday...

I looked at your photo,
Unable to recognise each one
Just a face that I thought I'd loved,
Each thread conjoined with
A personality I couldn't remember,
Each stitch attached to a smile,
All the same yet unfamiliar.
You became an embroidery,
The fabrics of faces that stands
As facades and coaxed of one
single emotion...

GUILT.

She sat with her arms folded across from me,
she told me a story of a lovely, little, lonely bee,
She said, it bumbled and buzzed towards a big tree,
It was mesmerized by how such a big tree came to be,
The bee would do circles around the tree in exhilaration,
Buzzing bee had a strange feeling of contemplation,
So it flew in one spot buzz, bzz , bzz till one day,
Another bee came to the exact spot without a word to say,
And flew circles, squares just the way he did.

She told me the moral of the story that,
Although the two bees never had a chance to meet,
If fate intertwined they met and will continue to meet,
She places her hand on top of my hand on the table,
I looked at her with a playful smile here....
"Do you think feat is the present of fate....eat ate?"

A smile lit across her face and I felt I knew of certainty once again.

We will never know what the future holds
But only by letting go of the past
Can we aim to slowly build a future
That we might like to see.

Goodbye to problems of the past
Hello to the pathway to the future

She climbed up to the highest branch on that tree
Clung onto one piece of bark at a time as she ascended.
Found a seat padded with leaves to soften the branch
She yelled from the top of the tree
'You look small, like an ant from here',
She made her way back down,
Stood in front of me , face to face,
She said in a whispery voice
"You look beautiful and handsome from here".

The sky and the sun have been acquainted for long,
Yet they bicker, fight and sometimes don't get along
But when nights inevitable vanish and stars gone
They stood by each others side as the sun in the sky.
Now one day the sky had the courage to speak his mind
The correct syntax and metaphors of what he could find
He said 'Sometimes, I love that you give me my colour,
That you show me all the hidden beauty to discover,
And you have always been like my lover'.

The sun beamed a radiant ray into the vast sky,
Eviscerating the clouds that kept the beautiful sky hidden,
Though the love between the sun and the sky is forbidden
So although their hearts and storms beat to the same rhythm
They were never meant to stay together with one another
So the sun, the sky, the warmth carried empty title of lovers.

You spoke of suicide,
And I fell apart like a lost puppy,
Unsure of how to help,
In retrospect I should have been strong,
Faced the tumbling sky,
With head and shoulders upwards,
But now that you're gone,
I can't help but feel ashamed,
knowing that even with,
Those monsters lurking within you,
I would have stayed.
I guess I didn't have a chance to,
tell you enough.

Happy Valentines day my dear,
you'll have my ear,
The same way you held my heart,
And I pray that year after year,
Your new babe and you won't split apart.
Emotions will always be my handicap,
Crippling how my brain makes its choices.
I was pressuring you to say what is on your mind,
Without realising that suicide was on your mind,
I guess....I should have paid closer attention,
But now ...time ticks over time,
All I'm left with is the memories of you.
Thank you for everything dear.

I don't know where you are
And I can't help but wonder.
I've done wrong by you
More than I've done right by you.
I guess I had a narrowed view,
I'm sorry. But words mean so little,
Are you having fun at least?
It's strange to ask these questions
And I can't help but hoping
That you're in every way okay.
I guess 'I miss you'
is a tad bit late
I've been at fault
Made a lot of mistakes
Especially towards you,

Come a few years,
Hopefully this will all
be a distant memory
The long distance
Was indeed vicious.
I hope you're happy
No matter what.
Stay strong
As I know you have been.
This will probably not be read
or seen
But I'm sorry for everything.

May the stars
Bless you with a chance
To find everything you want.
Someone who did wrong by you:
KL.

Lorie Anne

You are so filled with wisdom,
If you were worshipped as a religion
Church of Lorie Anne-ism
Because you have a kind heart,
Giving me helpful advice
I know now that with certainty,
I've never met someone that nice
Until I met you.

All my questions have difficult answers
And an attempt to solve them
Is like trying ballet as a beginner dancer,
Extremely difficult
But you have shown kindness and care,
In ways no one else could provide
And i thank you for all of it.

She whispered in my ear,
One thing I thought was true,
And as I shed a tear,
"Be you".

"Don't be the you you want me to see,
Be the you that you like,
Don't change anything for me,
if you're childlike, be childlike."

I stared into her eyes,
The way I would look at new shoes,
The way I looked at the skies,
I said **" I just want to be with you".

I was once told by someone
"To stay the happy star gazer",
So I paint a smile across my face
Look upon the brighter shade of things.

You want to know how I got these scars?
Exactly that, painting smiles across my face
With razor sharp blades that craved
Craved for the taste of flesh and blood.

I AM HAPPY! I Swear, I can hear your thoughts
He's a lunatic, a ******.
You're half right and half right.
Because the half left, is my sadness.

I smile to my sadness, I hold it bright
BIG BRIGHT RED SMILE WITH A SIDE OF BLOOD
big grin with a side of severed chin.
I AM HAPPY FOR YOU ALL....

Ignore the knife, that's just a prop
IT'S JUST THERE TO SHOW YOU
I CAN BE MORE HAPPIER
AS I CARVE A SMILE INTO MY FACE.

HAHAHAHAHA
SOMEONE CLEAN THE ******* BLOOD
OFF THE ******* ******* FLOORS
PLEASE.

-Joker Signing out

I remember when I was younger
When someone told me they felt lonely
I would sing "I walk a lonely road,
the only road I have ever known".

Today I walk this road,
No one who loves me
No one who cares about me
No one who would hold me if i fell
No one who would hug me when my sky cracks
No one who would eat lunch with me.

I think it's about time I realised,
I am that weird kid that should be hated on.
Thank you God for making such a ******* ****** *******.
Really, thank you for making me ******* exist.

She tip-toed around sensitive subjects-
She ate chocolate when she was upset-
I noticed her long hair had a glow-
And her eyes twinkled a star show.

She was the girl that made me forget
Forget everyone who made me upset
So as her words went through my ears
They rid me of shedding any tears.

I forgot everyone in the past, in the moment
Then I stood there quickly wishing and hoping
That she would ask me for my number
But instead she asked me for my Tumblr.

I told her ' I didn't know that's still a thing'
She replies 'Ok, your number? I'll give you a ring'.
A smile lit up like stars across my face-
Baring all my teeth sitting in place.

Let me describe her beautiful smile
I would indefinitely walk a hundred mile
Just to see her teeth shimmer and shine
With a dazzling glow making anyone blind.

She was something I have never seen
A beautiful model in a movie scene
But her looks weren't all that gave her value
She was smarter and kinder than anyone ever knew.

Her heart must have been made from solid gold
From all the things she said and the tale she told
She sounded like a curriculum vitae of perfection
And she believes 'happiness is within creation'.

Her poem to me she recited from the first second
I was surprised by finally receiving this blessing
She was extremely eloquent in what she had said
That I was sure in the moment, i lost my head.



There once was a green grimy toad
Who never knew of his worth
So he sat sedated by insecurities
Ever since birth.

There once was a pretty princess
Who kept her feelings hidden
Because she was always told
That emotions are forbidden.

The toad met the princess
Admired her from a distance
Told her of her beauty
And she gave in to resistance.

A smile formed across her face
Feeling loved and cherished
The toad cried of his ugliness
And she made his insecurities perished.

She kissed the toad
And no he didn't change
Because he didn't need to
He was perfect as he was.



She recited her poem and I knew,
That of all grass green and all sky blue
There was no doubt she was perfect.

I'm not much in number of years
But I have shed a number of tears.
People tell me 'spend less time with the heaven lit-
And surely one day that somehow you'll benefit'.
Days grow long
and nights carry on
But I resume my task of staring at the stars
In hopes that they don't venture on far
But I know truly,
No matter how far they go,
They will always be in my heart.

She was a lonely soul
Sat alone, alienated,
Although beautiful
It was a trait she hated.

He was a lonely one
Sat alone, up high
Although radiant
He was alone in the sky.

So one fateful day
Noticed her stained cheeks
He wondered
'Why her eyes did leak?'

He cuddled her with his warmth
Kept her in the embrace of his rays
Comforted her with a ray of sunshine
Just so she could finally see better days.

He loved her from a distance
Her sullen eyes began to sparkle a glow
A smile formed on her face
So from afar, he felt happiness grow.

With his shine, she appreciated her beauty
Kept her smile for others and herself
Finally found the repelling sight in mirror
To beautiful beyond all else

The Sun fell in love with a human
Hurried the nights just to see her
That was when daylight savings
Had finally started to occur.

Sunshine and the warmth of the sand of the beaches
While reading what my favourite poet teaches
Distilled in between lines and lines of words
Lay silent sounds shimmering unheard
But I read through all of them, one by one,
And came across one that weighed a tonne.

I quickly scrawled on a piece of loose paper
In hopes that those ideas won't ever taper.

*
'Tonight My Heart Writes A Sad Song'

Tonight my heart writes a sad song.

I will write for example ' My heartbeats sings the blues
And the night sky is shaking in silence'.

The stars dimming with every fresh breath of air.

Tonight I can write a heartbreaking song.
I gave my heart to her and she left the next day.

Through nights like these, I sat under the stars
Watching her smile lit like fireflies in the night.

She loved me once, and I loved her too.
Who wouldn't find love within her smile?

This night, I write the saddest song.
To think I held her in my arms before I held empty air.

To hear the sour surrender of silence
I used to hear her laughs, now my musical tunes tired.

What does it matter where she is.
For I know ingrained in my whole, she is not here.

Tonight I will write of emptiness like a sky
That is staring down the Earth without a light.

My eyes gazed upon the faint stars, praying it was her
My heart has found her, missing from my eyes.

The night sky casing us all, changes when morning arrives
And so like us, we too change when time comes.

I no longer hold her that's true, but with a million hearts I loved her.
My songs from my heartbeat, I hoped reached her ears.

Somewhere else, she will be somewhere else,
Showing her shine of a smile to other beings.

I love her no more, just the disdain that kept me going.
Maybe I do love her for my heart faults without her.

Though I held her in my embrace, empty nights like these,
I wished on a falling star to hold her.

Although I had not been blessed by a thousand stars to get to love her,
I let my heart write a sad song in hopes she can hear their beats.

You made my heart beat in tandem
And that I could not fathom.
I needed a heart that was kept stable
As though it wasn't on the edges of a table.
One gentle breeze of air to knock it down
Or one drop of liquid to make it drown
I needed my heart to be the centrepiece
So it won't fall to become decease.
I need not be on the table edges
Being avoided like a rose in the hedges
Being trimmed away by worn out scissors
Or like a ceiling without pillars.
**One gentle breeze of air to knock it down.

I used to love the sunlight
And the moonlight
Because I saw your face
Reflected from them.
I stood in the shadows now
Dodged the sunlight,
I sat in the corner of my room
Hid from the moonlight
Because they reminded me
Of how you
Broke what wasn't yours
To break.

I watered a garden of sadness
I watered orchards of ache
Because
Flowers only bloom
In the face of people's gloom
Because
Every rose petals
Lives from a pain that settles
Inside all of us.

So take a deep breath
the wave is hitting
it's a new beginning.
I've fallen so far
that falling stars are nothing
but dust tossing in the air
just praying on prayers to save the day.
Blink, because my heart is still there;
the air I breathe are still memories of them
like how often I found myself lost on thoughts
nothing to break away from all that I've felt.
The mistakes costed relationships like an iceberg,
as fights burst, trying to survive the titanic.
A didactic tone to reassure my mental state
that this rental hate is just driven away
by her smile, her warm personality and her presence.
The essence of her ability and her personality...
I watch the waves crash against the shore
skies tumble and fall as thoughts of her emerged,
perverse the course of how things were meant to be.
I dare not watch her say goodbye, nor choose life without
but clouded doubt still seeps between the crevice of my brain,
afraid that the same mistake occur like two doves in one stone
leads to a dove-less world.

I'm afraid of speaking my mind,
blind to how my lips must move
or do I choose to motion words
that hurt not only me but others.

I'm afraid of speaking my mind,
the silence binds my lips sealed tight
and at night I hear the echoes of wind
win a one sided fight against the trees,
the bees and the birds missing in flight
as a lamp-light overcasts a broken shadow
of a man hugging himself in tears.

I hate to confess it
but my honest guess
is that man is lost....
because that man is me.

I'm a monster and I shall be slain like one
so as lights gone, please someone swing
a ring that weds me to the eternal end,
pretend that I am nor human nor soul
just a hole filled with nothing but decay
and mistakes left to rot...

But don't slay me, for I have so much to see
so much green left in nature and life,
a light almost vanishing yet clinging on
so swing along with the flick of a switch
that enriches the darker colours with light.
For tonight, I love and hate myself.
So help...switch on or off the light,
for I dare not ask...

who am I ?? A star or a monster??

I remember the taste of her lips
As my arms went around her waist
Never letting her go from my grips
As my eyes met her eyes with haste.

I remember the world vanished
Trees disappeared, nothing but a taste
Time stood still, all thoughts banished
engulfed in a salivated paste.

To the world, we were shattered pieces
Like new denims completely spoiled
By permanently indented creases
As gene traits and double helix coiled.

To the world, we were broken
But to us we created a beautiful scene
Stories continued but unspoken
Of being and remaining forever sixteen.

I'm pulling on myself, it's dangerous,
How long left till we become strangers
I sit in my room with an inkling of hope
That it'll be as simple as 'hit the road-
Because there isn't us anymore'
But simple is overrated because
I have my backs against the door
Yet still grabbing at what we had before
But I should have known before the fall
So I'm begging myself to walk through
'Find someone else you can talk to'
I urge myself, hiding from any sign of help
Maybe this time it'll be a little lot easier
'Just stop everything, stop pleasing her-
Because no matter how much you beg
There's no love between the two of you left'.

So I guess it comes down to a natural reaction
I'll fall flat on my back repeating "it's over"
Convincing myself for some kind of closure.

I'll give another chance to be purely honest
I'm sorry I couldn't stay true to my promise.


To the girl I once loved.
-Goodbye.

From a guy with demons in his head
Trying all his best to just forget.
From a guy struggling to move on
I'll treasure the grounds you walked along.

Between notions of love
and hate
Between friendship
and tolerance
Between living
and dying
And the chaos
Lays waste to the words
That I falsely deemed poems.

Between the conflicts
and resolutions
Between the characters
and creations
Between the broken hearts
and dismembered parts
And the chaos
Lays waste to the words
That I falsely deemed poems.

Between the hearts
And the aches
Between the healing
And the bandages
Between the feelings
And the chaos
Lays waste to the words
That I falsely deemed poems.

For poetry is
Working words
To power.

This is where this poem bends
Goodbye my dear friends
This is where the journey ends
Not with an explosion but with silence.

Star Gazer born and bred under the little specks of light in the night.
Saw gloom part ways with doom through divorce and hatred,
Kept true to name and kept constellations as sacred.
Star Gazer wasn't dumb, wasn't smart, wasn't dark nor bright,
But kept up his shoulders and with each step taken, a fight.

That's what people say about me however,
I am different to what others perceive me as.

I have been and still try to , write my feelings out,
Keep my mind away from clouds of dust and clouds of doubt,
When I first started to write anything at all, I-
Drowned a paper and smothered it within the oceans
Of what I would slowly realise are my emotions.

I don't know whether you know it
But dear great artist and poet
You have made me smiled in ways
That leaves me in definite daze
Not for the minutes we talked
But rather for countless days.
I could tell you that your eyes
They are like the calming oceans
So serene yet so filled with emotions
That they seemed to be so pretty
on you, but that's just because
everything about you screams
pretty and beautiful.

'Just another girl' you tell me
But you are beyond breathtakingly
beautiful
not only for your looks
but for the unobservable,
your kindness, your raw artistic talent,
your chaos amidst all balance,
it's all simply summed into one word
Amazing.
One of my life's greatest pleasure
Was meeting you and knowing
That you will let me wear the title
of being 'your friend'.

When I was a kid
I was taught that
'humans have
always been
a part of
atrocities'

I started questioning
"What was an
atro - city?"

Oh how I've grown
since then.
To witness true
atrocities.

I left at noon
made it afar,
the silver moon
like a Sapphire scar

Like that scar i earn
none can perceive
For it's a mental burn
that won't ever leave

She haunts the barren wastelands,
Her dishevelled clothes and cracking bones,
They say she's the results of sins unatoned,
But she is a spectre of her own plans.
He was born and bred amongst the sands,
A luxurious beach house that housed drones,
Expensive clothing, computers and phones,
He knew not of calloused hands.

She wasted away with every breath taken,
He kept a smile in his pocket, in his phone, on Instagram,
She kept a smile for when she heard the whistle of a tram,
He left nature and beauty around him forsaken.
He lived on the left side of town,
She lived on the right side of town.

I could probably give myself to everyone
Pass myself around like a bottle of alcohol
Letting everyone take pieces of me slowly
Till I am but empty glass on touched lips
And that might not be too bad for some.

I could split myself one by one; cursed
by a serrated touch of those who take
all they could from what I am and
if it weren't so hard, I'd given myself
to everyone, just to be tossed around.

I could give pieces of my heart like
I was playing a game of pass the notes
in class, trying to find those who would
open the notes and take a read of
every letter there is to behold.

I have given myself to enough people
to know, that not everyone wants me
and that doesn't bother me as much
as the idea of having to live a life
without the stars, without the sunset,
unable to grasp at the moon and its light.

I have given myself to people,
some who take more than others,
some who reject what they have not yet known,
But it is you that I want to give myself in entirety.
No broken pieces, no serrated cursed touch parts,
Just an instant of chemistry and wholesome hearts.
I want to give you, not pieces of myself, not pieces
of my life, but I want to give it to you in its whole,
And if it takes a million years for me to get it right,
I will give you a million more years, to see one
beautiful smile.

Let's banish the shadows, fight the darkness
Because the toughest always fights the hardest
And our two souls can intertwine to cast
a different light to those who ever dared to look past
What we have achieved and what we could yet
to achieve.

My pen washes blue then green
From all the things left to see
I have not the heart to make seen
And all the things left to hang on
I ask myself 'has it not long gone?'
I'm met with self doubt and hatred
Though all I've taken sacred
Has bestowed upon me nothing
But tragedy and the toll has taken
To get here.

Of all the things it could be
I'm stuck on wishing "it could have been".

She played with the heart of boys,
Treating their love like toys,
She promised to go with many of them to prom,
Only to tell lies exactly where promises came from.

He fell for those lies, believing he was blessed,
So inspired by her love he decided to confess,
He told her of his love for her only to hear,
You're like the twentieth guy this year.

Why oh why must you lay lies upon your tongue,
And draw the breath of air from the breathing lungs,
Just to see them fade into certain oblivion....

I wore a smile from the hospital
To my father's funeral.
I wore a smile from the boys' ******
To the mens' ******.
I would cut at my emotional tumour,
With nothing but my sense of humour,
As though laughing will make the pain go away,
And somehow I could see a brighter day,
A brighter hour, brighter minute and brighter second,
somehow always waiting, wishing and guessing,
when that bright light will arrive.

Reality is very different,
We could only see as far as our eyes let us,
We would never be able to see pass the skin,
To where true pain begins.
We would never see the true pain that comes from the heart,
We would never witness the heart tearing itself apart.

We would touch up on our make up,
To coat our emotions in a mask,
While others hid it in a flask,
So our true pain will never be seen,
whether it'll be in face or on a screen.

They treated us as though the pains of yesterday,
Could somehow be wished away,
As though the marks on our arm,
Would relieve us of all our inner harm.
We hanged onto hope,
Even if it was a thin piece of rope,
WE HANGED ON.

So how much is really in a smile,
And a constant telling of jokes,
As though clowns don't feel choked,
By the sadness that torments everyone.

What percentage of what we feel,
Isn't locked away with a seal?
Or being replaced by real facades,
When wearing a mask is our best guard?

I'm snuggled into bed,
Pillow contacting my head,
Just gazing into the,
Little specks of illumination,
In the night sky,
Wondering whether you,
Are missing me as much,
As I am missing you.
The way I held you in,
My arms,
The way we held hands,
Oh how I miss your,
Smile.

This bed is a barren wasteland,
A desolately isolated booth,
Where things come to rot,
Because without you by my side,
I might as well be dead.

Who would have known,
That half an hour,
Is truly a torturous,
Distance

....

Upon a mood that is rather pensive
I appreciate my newfound friendship
God has methods of letting people meet
Whether through poetry or on the street.

I am grateful for the warnings and advice you provide
Knowing that you won't hesitate to scold or to chide
I thank you for being a helpful friend
A truthful friendly and helpful godsend.

Loser signing out
      Star gazer.

In that moment I shined
As i realised your eyes shined,
And teeth glistened leaving me blind
I took time to trace the trail of the tides
That left me separated from you.

On opposite ends you shot a smile
Your teeth gleamed like white Pietra Firma tiles
And I would have walked a thousand miles
Search through a million isles
If you were ever lost and couldn't be found.

You were superbly, majestically beautiful,
You gave meaning to the fictitious word cutieful
And I would have acted the stupid fool
Just to see that glistening smile on you,
Because you deserve every chance at happiness.

You kept all million hearts in racing,
A million thoughts patiently pacing
You would overcome anything you're facing
Rather than any thought of forgetting or erasing
Because you kept every night bright.

University is finally over.
No more morning and night classes,
No more fear of failure or low passes,
I'm finally graduating this year,
Hasn't been long but felt forever,
Especially this past year.
From here on it'll get better.

Give love a chance,
Find a little romance,
Find a stable job ,
Don't be a snob,
And keep true to being you.
You are you and no matter how tough thing gets,
You always pick yourself back up.
Now go have a great final year at Uni.
Before the goodbyes and the cries,
Remember the one friend always by your side,
Yes her. Yes you know her. Yes you feel things for her,
Don't tell her...it seems to creep people out.
Don't ever be clouded with doubt,
Also call your uncle up he told you to go work with him remember.

Finally the university years is behind me,
Been a long ride.
Thanks to the people who was with me on the ride....
Smile more you ******, it's a good year for us.

My grandpa was a proud man
And with his thunderous voice he was a loud man
He'd used to boast about carrying heavy bags
With one hand lifting his pants that sags
He'd brag about how he was as strong as a thousand oxen
But this was all before the toxin.

Now, my grandpa isn't a proud man
Doesn't really have a days plan
Let alone a night one.
He doesn't speak much as his voice is croaky and dry
He doesn't sit at night to sing or to cry
He simply sits hoping to waste away and die.
When once he could carry heavy items
He struggles to carry himself now.
The effects of the great alcohol
Use to make him whole
But now it creates a hole
Within him.
The light that burned inside him
Vanished with every sip of *****.
Selfish affliction
To a selfish addiction
And how I wish this poem was fiction.

There's no u in we,
...
There's a u in us though.
...
I'll let you be an ocean and see,
that there's no us in future.
So you better find another suitor.
My sincerest apologies.
...

Theres a thing I can say two U...
"*******"....
--------

That was cold like solid ice,
In other words it's not very nice.
I think you should understand,
We have different life plans.

------

One day, if you gaze into space
if you stare at the stars,
And you remember my face,
Remember that I'm not far.


-----

I'll look into space daze,
Because I will know it has been days,
And I will not feel much,
By how you've treated me as such.

-----

The dust will settle over your eyes,
and you'll realise what you let walk away,
Because the day after today,
You'll understand what the future lies.

----

Bye, I'll remember you clear,
I'll tell tales of you.
So last time my dear,
You'll find something new.

I begged and pleaded
Bled the beats of my heart
Hoping that the butterfly
Would flutter on its way
But it didn't.

The winds were brutal
as wings flapped as usual;
I had hoped the butterfly
hadn't dropped.

My best friend said
'Don't worry it's just sick';
Coated herself in her
child-like bliss,
I replied to her with
'Ok. It's just sick'.

The teens were brutal
And she held the storms
With a broken umbrella
As usual.
She would tell me
'Sometimes humans are
alike butterflies;
We'd show our beauty
but silence our cries'.

After a while her words
just stopped,
The first day I walked
pass her house,
Knocked on the wooden
frame;
Hoping that I would see her
again,
but silence responded to my
door knock.
The door remained locked.

I was the only one allowed
to knock;
while others used the doorbell
I was the one she would always tell,
'Just knock the door-
it will be our thing'.
Soon after 'our thing'
became nothing.

The second day;
I walked pass her house
Knocked on the door
just hoping that
there'll be an answer,
that she'd dance
her way to the door
and responded.

Her parents went missing
for a while,
Held onto broken smiles
While painting permanent frowns
on smiling clowns.
I have seen things broken,
But their smile sat like
barbed wires along a patch
of empty land.
Their smiles were
the kind, not to keep sheep in
but to keep everything else out.

I came by the third day
Hoping to end my dismay,
I knocked on the door;
she did not answer the door,
And I fell to the porch
cried tears over how
I wished it all went back to before.

I did that for the remaining week;
Hoping that she'd open the door
But she wasn't six feet away from the door;
She'd remain to this day
Not one millimetre from my heart
and memory.

Sometimes humans are
alike butterflies;
We'd show our beauty
but silence our cries...

Late last summer I met a man,
Wheelchair bound from tragedy,
I asked him about his life's strategy,
He simply replied he didn't have one,
But his words remained "I HAVE WON!"

He told me how he came to be in the state he was in,
He told me of a car accident he was in.
He said, "In a car accident only the car wrecks",
I guessed that was why they called it a car wreck,
He said "You aren't handicapped if your soul stands *****,
If your heart and soul stays strong, it's not cause and effect,
It is simply a matter of standing back up, soul wise".

I polished and scrubbed my H E A R T
You touched it with your talons
And I watched it crumble A P A R T
I should have been more protective.

I always wonder whether there exists
Condoms for your beating heart
Because I can feel the pummel of clenched fists
******* it up till its black and blue

I don't trust many people today
I don't trust their intentions and words
I see no foreshadowing, life is no play
So I rely on preventive measures.

It has become so lonely protecting myself
I want someone to knock my walls down
Like the way books fall from a shelf
I want to see it demolished brick by brick.

With muddled hands all aligned
we fought the chains that confine
our hope for an equal world.
The brutish pain has been hurled
in our general direction, years and years;
collated tears and tears, unchanged.

Created division between poor and rich,
as though the poor aren’t human
reshaped and modelled to, look like,
speak like, act like but not quite, like human.
The brutish pain has been hurled
in our general direction, years and years;
collated tears and tears, unchanged.

We are human,
trying to turn the page,
trying to create a change,
so that the story continues on…