I remember the days when I called you angel
We kept our hearts hidden playing house
But we were truly strangers to one another.
I remember the days when I called you darling
And kept running back to your side
Like I was caught between revolving doors.
I remember the days when I called you my love
Without knowing the true definition of love
Like I had been illiterate my whole life.
I remember the days when I told you I loved you
Without knowing the extent of what 3 words could do
Like a prophet sitting on a million tales.
I remember the days when I saw your face
I wept, I smiled and I laughed on the inside of myself
Where a knife could never ever penetrate.
I remember the days when I cheered upon your success
Where your joy meant my happiness
Only to realise I placed you on a pedestal.
I remember many things, but I can't seem to remember you,
I can't remember the memories,
They say when you part ways with another,
The memories become experiential,
That they either become coated and distorted
In bitterness or sweetness,
That they become coated in beauty,
But I don't remember the memories,
I don't remember you.

She hasn't spoken to me in a while
but that could be just in my mind,
she told me 'love' should be unheard
so I want to show it, the way its preferred.
I can't seem to find the right things to do
I'm pulling on a thin thread hoping that
turning my ribcage that held her
most favourite flowers instead of my heart
could have been a better choice.
My heart, it use to beat the rhythm of her steps,
the tune to her voice,
but now it feels hollow.
I want a bouquet of roses to grow
from my ribcage so that I can show her
that I love her.
I want my blood to be the water
that the roses drink and the shine of my smile
the light that feeds the roses.
I just want her to know I love her,
but she doesn't.
The sad thing is, even if I die,
I know I'll die loving,
no one but her,
wanting,
no one but her,
needing,
no one but her.

I watched the sunflowers grow
in her ribcage and I'm smiling
while pleading
**
my mind has become so hazy,
the world is driving me crazy
But please don't give up on me baby

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.

The birds chirping, the breeze hitting my face,
The right side of the bed and nothing out of place.
The little ones' laughter echoing in the house,
Water impacting on my tender skin as I douse,
Warm showers in a winters morning,
Is such a great feeling.

I don't lay my life on the lips of a liar,
The melodic tune of a well strung lyre.
Easy to see, to hear, to touch not so easy to feel,
Resembling a fish caught on the line of a reel.
So cast your shells of hate across my soul,
Just know I will remain intact, whole.

Those rodents that scurry along the house
Tell them I envy them.
I've been asphyxiated by the confines
Placed upon me.
Tell those furry creatures of the night
That I envy their freedom.
I've been fixated on escaping
Yet I ask myself 'how?-
How do you escape what you've-
known all your life?'
Tell those disgusting rodents
That I envy their existence.
So shall I lay upon the back
Of my breathing corpse
Tell my mother
'I have had enough
Of living a life
Much more rigid
And degrading
Than that of a
RAT'.

√1 x √ 1 = 1
Root one, never felt like a full piece, never one,
Root one, met another number so alike in style,
Their common interest multiplied and became one,
And that was when they both let out their first smile.

When other numbers counted the bees and the birds,
Root one and root one counted fractions and surds,
In hopes that no one ever knew or ever heard,
They spoke of words like how absurd was the word surd.

Root one who never felt more whole than anyone,
Finally found another soul to make him a whole one.
No need for imaginary numbers of root negative ones,
Because Root One found a positive match, Root One.

So as night approaches,
Root one and Root one now a real number
Surrounded by the petal of roses,
Fell into one another arms to slumber.

Night and day comes to an inevitable close,
Root one and Root one became a complete whole,
This simply goes to shows,
That you don't have to be without flaws to find another soul.

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√1 = 1
In another universe, root one was happy being root one,
Because root one found the one within himself, root one.
They say one is a lonely number, so a root one,
Must be the loneliest number with no need for anyone else to be one,
Living a sordid life of loneliness, no other numbers left to join,
And at the flip or toss of a coin,
He will remain a never used piece of conversation,
But this poem must come to a close, no point in elongation,
Root one is a lonely number with no one to root,
But his own self, what a lonely shoot....

I saw a flower seed
planted into the ground
and grew by starlight
to be forever dirt bound.

I saw a flower's first petals
So unspoilt, so pure
As I witness the scent
sprayed to allure.

I watched a red flower
go through photosynthesis
growing warm with sunlight
seemed rather intimate.

I saw a flower bloom
amongst a lamp post
under the light of stars
that lit up the coast.

I saw a flower in the night
its petals spread across
the seas coating the waters
with a little bit of gloss.

I saw a flower, so beautiful
so I uprooted the flower
hoping that it lived beyond
the confines of an hour.

I saw a flower, uprooted
from the soil
yet never once did wilt
or ever spoil.

I saw a flower so beautiful,
a rose that casted a shadow
in my heart, forever giving
me shelter and making me glow.

I saw a beautiful flower
a scarlet coloured rose
that could have made me
abandon poetry & prose.

...For I could not call myself
a poet, knowing that I could
never describe the perfection,
of the rose as a poet should.

...For I could not call myself
a poet, knowing that I haven't
learnt the words to describe the
rose that showed compassion.

The rose grew and blossomed on the farm,
With all her beauty, the alluring scent and charm,
Sadly one afternoon the florist shred her thorns
And in between being lost, being found and being torn,
The florist cut her from the ground,
Where she felt quite homebound,
As she was sold to numerous and countless men,
her life fell to shambles and at time to rot in a den,
She was never the same rose ever again.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't know what I would do without you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
None of their beauty compares to you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I can see a future and it involves you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
So far every last part has the word you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
That's because I'm always thinking about you

If you find a girl
With a beautiful smile
do not mask her in sadness.
You must cherish her
whole-heartedly, as God dictated
the way she should be adorned.

Do not try to cover her smile
for her makeup
has concealed herself enough.
If she coats herself in smiles
help her smile some more.

Do not attempt to mask her
as she already wears a mask.
Do not pick out her insecurities
in what her attire screams.
Teach her not of how to find happiness
as she already learnt to feign happiness.

I fell in love with Autumn
Not for it's falling leaves
But rather out of boredom
And I now know that I fell in love with the flowers of Spring
Because I did not meet you yet
I did not know the happiness you'd bring
And I am forever grateful now that I know.
As winter came the snow fell around me,
wishing for it to never stop
being around the snow came peace
and calmness wishing you were here.
Winter slowly faded with summer to come
and yet feelings did not fade
But they indeed grew stronger
the smell of the flowers lingered in the air
and everything reminded me of you.

My secret was you.
      Your secret was him.
                              Worlds burn.

Where my life became chaotic
Where I lost control of everything
Wheee I lost everything.

Whether you're seeing things different
Or you're just being different
Don't ever forget to let the light glisten
And light the candles of hopes and dreams.
Breathe. One. Two. Three. Go.
Set the scene.
The future is unforgiving
And the story has yet to be written
So challenge the norms
Stand up against the storms
And set the scene.
Breathe. One. Two. Three. Go

She stood in the shadows
The darkness consuming her image
With scars and scabs across her wrists
She shoulders the burdens of assault.

She stood amongst the shadows
Welcomes each and every inflicted pain
Contemplating how her breath is a burden
She holds herself stumbling to a fault.

She stood side by side with the shadows
Holding their hands as she crosses the roads
Keeping silent about their identities
As she cries and calls for help with her scars.

She held the hands of her shadows
As they lay an arm across her shoulders
The shadows reflected the images of relatives
The shadows became the mimic image of her uncles.

The world gave me this image
I've tried my best to live in it
Live in shadows of the popular
As though only good I can see
From myself are through binoculars.

The world gave me this image
I've tried my best to live in it
And I'm scared to ever be different.

[The three words]
like a child loves to play
but difficult to display
I hold back all my words
So they go unheard.
You are as delicate as a rose
And with the whiff of a nose
You give off an alluring aroma
That pushes my mind into a coma
For with your presence
I lose sight over all my questions
And all the answers
Found it's way
To where I found you.
you are one
Awesome girl.

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.

Rigid airships,
the way she made her hair flip,
this girl was remarkable,
the kind of face that could spark a tool,
nothing loss of impeccable.

When she winked,
titanic sized ships would sink,
and when she smiled,
people would drown themselves in the Nile.

She was the kind of light,
that you keep on at night,
the curves that made dogs bark in delight.

She was nothing short of perfect,
floating into the sky,
leaving everything she knew behind,
and that was when I saw the sign.

She was like a rigid airship,
the kind of girl that if the air was a guy she'd make the air-strip,
But all she had to do was a hair flip,
and I would have given her my life.

She was remarkable.
The kind of girl that the word beautiful,
was made for.

She kept to herself most of the time
But this time
This particular day
She let out a smile in his direction.

Suddenly her life turned upside down.

I told a friend of mine
'You have a moustache'
I was told that was rude
She forgave me.

I told a friend of mine
'You look very pretty'
I was told that was mean
She forgave me.

I told a friend of mine
'I think you're cool'
I was told that was lame
She forgave me.

While flailing my arms
I brushed her breast
I was told that was bad
She forgave me.

While regaining my balance
I fell over and knocked her over
I was told that hurt her
She forgave me.

I looked to the stars
Told her it reminded me of her
She said 'it was nice'
But she never forgave me.

She became one with soil
As boxes became her home
Unable to think outside the box
And for this I forgave her

We haven't talked in a while...
And to my strange surprise
I still wonder why I still see her in night skies,
Wonder why her face still emanate
In the shimmering shining stars.
I miss you....

She wears waterproof mascara
Just so it doesn't dribble and dab
Across her face.

She wears a beautiful smile
Just so her soul remains partially
Intact with others.

She wears heartaches
Across her sleeves
In the form of tears.

She wears sadness
In her mind and heart
Until she is worn out.

So I gave her a constellation.
She asked for the moon.
So I gave her every moon in space.
She asked for the clouds.
So I gave her the skies.
She asked for her freedom.
So I gave her goodbye.
She asked for my heart
So I gave it to her with my hands.
She asked for a better me.
So I gave her my life
In hopes that God creates a better me.

Your soft voice was a sweet coating of honey,
You sang for your own pleasure,
Never sang once for the earning of money,
Your voice became your treasure.

I remember the way you'd look into my eyes,
When you sang your medley of popular songs,
I can still recall the way the sung notes would rise,
And I knew you sang to my heart all along.

She is the sun,
And I the moon.
Her beauty was immeasurable,
And her sunny day warmth,
Was that of a volcano.

She is the sun,
And I the moon,
We came from different worlds,
Held different times
And lived different lives.

She is the sun
And I the moon,
And every morning,
I would have died
Just so her beauty shone.

She is the sun
And I the moon,
And with every breath I drew
I only ever knew,
There was no girl comparable.

She is the sun
And I the moon,
But as I lay weary eyes at sunrise,
Her spectral figure appears in my dreams,
And I lived for that moment.

She is the sun,
She was my sun.
My light
And my day.
Till she went away,
And I, the moon
Wandered around
Aimlessly at night,
Staring at stars.

More than half a year ago, I found myself in your life,
trusted your light as the guide to find my way back home
because walking alone left me the possibility of being lost,
upon seeing frost nestled between the barks of trees
I've seen what it really means to possess a cold exterior.
I watch your world and mine, conjoin like shortcuts
in the road somewhat leading people to the same places
but some roads aren't meant to be hastened, it's not tasteless
but the faces I began to recognise isn't the one walking with me
it becomes a mystery and before I falter from the trail,
I walk myself backwards, too afraid of you, too afraid to go on,
I found myself walking to the place where I came from.

I was lost, because something happened, something changed
when you took the shortcut.

"I remember how my grandmother tried to explain our world to me-
She told me a story
She said the ground and the sky, they love each other
But they don’t have arms
So rain; that’s just how they hold one another.
I began to see how the earth and sky need each other.
But I wondered about us.
In this perfect design, where do we fit?
Which piece of the puzzle are we?"*
-Shane Koyczan

The vanquishing tears slowly camouflaging with the shower drops that places your mind and heart on nothing else so during the showers, you are just like anyone else.

             -Star Gazer

I'm not sure if it's an affliction
Or whether its an addiction,
But I see beauty of love on Earth,
And I've witnessed it since birth.

We see the beauty in romance
And that's what separates,
Us from the people who hate dance,
Resulting in diminishing hate.

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.

Sinister sibling of a spoon,
Merciless metal monster,
Trusting tenacious trident,
Impaling inwards.

Oh how I could trust a fork,
Till that one day,
When my older brother,
Impaled a fork,
Upon my soft skin.

Do I lose trust in the fork,
Or,
Do I lose trust in family?

I fell into deep despair,
When no one had  hearts to spare,
Had so much love left to share,
And no one to share it with.
Saw oceans turn children in,
And let voices of politicians win,
Even with all the sins,
I could never find a heart to let me in.
I tumbled and fell many times,
Lost my mind on many rhymes,
Touched many books and many spines,
Yet could not find someone to call mine.
It isn't about possession though,
Just a little glint of hope,
I want to see in scope.
I have been through hell and back,
pulled myself off train tracks,
saw myself get heart attacks,
and all I want is a hand to hold.

the podium
I took a step onto                        
my voice   s     a     i      g
                      h    k     n

and my heart PP OO UU NN DD II NN GG

The nerves kicked in,
My legs started weakening
  I slightly
                  fell lower
                           and lower.
I got back up however,
                         saw what I came to see
said what i had to say.

I walked
                down
                           the
                                  podium.

The butterflies in my stomach, their wings flutter
as lapsing light unmatched your eye colour,
I wanted so hard to pretend this wasn't happening
pretend that I did not find who my heart desires
but there's a fire that spreads once it's ignited,
And I wish I could fight it; oh how I wish I could.
I could not ever go a day without you;
without letting my heart colour my world your hue.
You are you; you are perfect
You are beautiful, beyond the surface.
You are you, and you make me happy;
so please don't be mistaken,
when I tell everyone that I'm happily taken.
I am yours.

Once, my eyes
The remnant of clear skies
I buried my soul behind my lines
And anger behind each rhyme.
I hid my tears behind storms
where rain cleansed blood of war
and separated the gold from the ore.

Now, my eyes
The colour of clear skies
Brought about by a beautiful sunrise
and a warmth exuded from the sun's shine.
I thank you for destroying the storms
and keeping me completely warm.

Once, my eyes
The remnant of clear skies
I buried my soul behind my lines
And anger behind each rhyme.
I hid my tears behind storms
where rain cleansed blood of war
and separated the gold from the ore.

Now, my eyes
The colour of clear skies
Brought about by a beautiful sunrise
and a warmth exuded from the sun's shine.
I thank you for destroying the storms
and keeping me completely warm.

__
thank you

7 Billion people and I'm truly alone
Walking through the land where the light touches
Being a sheep and following steps I've been shown
The moon my chains and the sun my crutches.

I am alone but never ever lonely
I watched what alcohol does to tired eyelids
The way you'd add if before you say only
Like if only a bed time was enough for kids.

I was certain it didn't just happen to me
It wasn't just me who fought tired red eyes
Replacing sleep with admiring a creepy tree
And filling heads with caffeinated lies.

We haggled over maybe ten to fifteen longer minutes
But shut out our minds and lives at night as we
fought sleep without realising we were already in it
and we embodied the likes of a calming blue sea.

In my lack of sleep
I peed on a toilet seat
That was not the worst though
Because as the saying goes
You surely reap what you sow
And I sowed a bad seed,
I sowed hatred from the love
That a girl showed me.
I made a puddle of ***
A muddled up mess
And I must confess
I've finally learnt of regret.
No matter how much you wipe it off
You'd hang your head in shame
Knowing that you let a droplet of ***
Land on what was a pristine toilet seat.
So you stand there apologising
Realising no matter how much you do
The toilet seat will never take you back.

So you hold your heart
Pretend it's not shaking
Pretend it's not breaking
And slowly march on.

Struggling to force sleep,
I refuse to count those sheeps,
I counted demons
.....