I danced around the tables,
Sang songs in the steamy showers,
I told my reckless fables,
And I repeat it hour after hours.

I am finally hitting a stride of joy,
As though my sadness and concern,
Vanished to never return,
I am finally happy.

I have always enjoyed getting and being lost,
New things to find, to discover no matter what the cost,
New faces and memories turn to photos remaining glossed,
Energy and time left to expend and exhaust,
In hopes I fall at two roads like Robert Frost,
Because by getting lost, we come across,
different things like a coin, we would have thrown or tossed.
I have always enjoyed getting and being lost.

I can see your grip loosening,
Like a rope that has become frayed,
You're probably regretting you stayed,
And slowly your heart is what I'm losing.
They say two people are meant to be,
When they can see the horizon across the sea,
From two different sea shores.
I guess you chose to close all doors,
And now I'm here completely locked out,
Of what you use to call "love"

Everytime someone asked me,
'What is love?'
I would reply with simply,
'Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more'.

Now that I have experienced love,
My answer to the question,
'What is love?'
My reply will always be,
'Baby please fix me,
I'm lonely,
Help me'.

With eyes so beautiful,
A smile so charming,
A personality so bubbly,
It's hard not to notice.

Don't weep tears for those who won't weep for you,
Don't tilt till the grass becomes blue.

STOP CRYING YOU IDIOT.
GET UP AND MOVE ON

Between being found
And being lost,
I found myself lost.
It was loss after loss after loss,
People without a clue to the cost,
I went upon the big cross,
Praying that one day our paths would cross,
And that faces won't remain memories in gloss.
It was a constant scene of funerals and death,
Losing another person I refuse to accept,
But then time came and another person breathed his last breath,
I felt that was enough.
To never trust love,
Saw my skies down below and not above,
denounced my religious teaching,
Because while they were preaching,
I saw that prayers didn't work right away,
So I waited another day.

I took up religion again,
But it isn't exactly a pen,
You can't put it down and pick it up,
...
That's where I am in question,
Always in constant obsession,
Of whether there is hell or heaven.

Happy 4/20 - No I don't smoke.
Just wanted to wish those who do
Enjoy their day :)

Cinderella had a missing shoe,
In my life that shoe is on fire,
That ball gave people food poisoning.

Sleeping beauty had a prince to kiss her awake,
In my life alcohol poisoning keeps you asleep.

Snow white had seven dwarves to aid her,
In my life I have endless loneliness.

**** fairytales.

In a world of wireless connection;
Sometimes it's hard to feel connected
This wasn't the situation with you,
You have turned grey skies blue
And made my heart pump joy
as though happiness was not another ploy.
I've bled the blood of broken hearts
But with you by my side;
I can fall asleep at night,
knowing that these thoughts won't exist.
With you, with me, with us
there are no broken hearts,
just us.

Till the end of time,
Remind me that you are mine,
Because my heart, my soul;
it's all for you.

Why does you car sound like its having diarrhoea,
Why couldn't you drive something like a kia,
More quiet and peaceful than that humming earthquake,
Our house literally began to shake,
Waking up the baby and everyone in the house hold,
Let me tell you something that you weren't told,
The louder the car does not mean the bigger the ****,
Just means the wall that is you has more bricks,
If you don't get that it's probably cause you're dumb.
So please either sell your car or remove whatever,
**** heap piece you added thats making me lose sleep.
My patience and anger for now will keep,
But you don't want to see me after a night of no sleep,
I am warning you.

Go and hide,
I'll get the shovel,
Where's your pride,
Why the scuffle?

The police are coming,
I said conceal yourself,
Stop your bumbling,
You need my help.

Police will find us,
If you don't vanish,
You have my trust,
Forget the anguish.

Behind the trees,
Don't make a noise,
Don't even sneeze,
Where's your boys?

GOD DAMM IT. THEY FOUND ME.

Guess I'll count to 20.

You guys go hide.

Seekers are cops

Hiders are robbers.

Welcome to a cross between cop seekers and robber hiders.

A friend once told me that after a breakup,
You just need to be strong and say "enough",
But how could I do that...
    When they make me feel so weak....
made my heart beat in tandem,
       ran through my mind in random,
Made my knees weak.....

But I somehow grew strong.
       I am the Hulk.
I am the incredible Hulk.
                    I don't need someone
Who never needed me.
That's the cycle of life.

Congratulations to all who found love.
Happy valentines day.

Haha that song, although premature,
Was surprisingly accurate.
We don't talk anymore and we won't ever again.
Should i be feeling what I'm feeling?
Meh
I guess its all for the better.
You'll find someone better.
I'll find something.
But as tide comes and goes,
It had been fun.
Thank you.

I fell too hard,
Too quickly,
And I didn't get,
Bumps and bruises,
Or grazes and scratches,
I got a hole in my heart.

Love is like a play on a stage,
There are new things to discover,
With every turn of the page,
A stronger bond between two lovers.

Love is like a novel,
It isn't about who wins or lose,
It isn't about who grovels,
Testing the sanctity of feelings infuse.

Love is like a poem,
So beautiful and meaningful,
It isn't about 'lets show em',
But more of feelings that are powerful.

Love is like a dictionary,
For it is filled with meaning,
And hearts never stay stationary,
When a cast of light is beaming.

Love is like a textbook,
It might be fake or real,
But if hearts did shook,
Then love is very ideal.

Love is like ....
Two roses sitting in a field of ****,
Both very alike,
But both very different indeed.

Love is like. ....
Something that moves people,
Two wheels on a bike,
Connected like books in a sequel.

They use to tell me that being a poet,
means being gifted and talented with words,
as though small simple words weren't heard,
We stray away from simple words that people know of,
To much more complex, intricate words like amorousness,
Because love can only be felt by overcomplicating the term,
As though love itself is an entity of no value can confirm.

I looked deep into the pit of the abyss,
Darkness surrounds it,
I realised I was just staring into your eyes.
Who would have known,
The darkness no longer wanted to dim,
your lights,
But instead wanted to switch it off.

The die had been rolled,
We were lifted off into another reality,
One without fatality,
And we were sold,
Just like the houses in monopoly.

I watched a world burn down
The greatest minds and hearts,
Where ash covered lost towns
I saw the destruction of art.

Some say it didn't happen,
Some say it never mattered,
I witnessed skyscrapers flattenend
And glass shards scattered.

I watched universes collapse
To essentially nothing but dust
And when I wanted to relax
I watched my reality rust.

I watched people destroy too many books
And too many lives
And too many universes
And too many worlds
For one lifetime

A birdy once told me,
It is not who you are,
that makes the difference,
it is what you're
able to become
that defines who
you really are.

You don't have to be perfect.
You don't have to be good.
You don't have to be anything
But yourself.

Which self you ask?
The self that you want to be.
The one that you recognize.

Please remember no matter what
My heart is still with you.

Remember my words,
I love you now and forever.

Remember your own words too.
Even if they were fake,
They are really true.

Please oh please don't give up.

I am an adult,
No longer the kid I was,
the kid that chased wasps,
ordered ants to battle,
the one to enjoy a bike saddle,
now those are like colonoscopy,
an unpleasant pinch to me.

I could remember,
the feel of the grass on my sole,
As I ran through a field,
Feeling somehow very whole.
Completely oblivious to,
growing up,
where smiling was enough,
and happiness was trying to look up.

I am not the kid I use to be,
I wish I could be,
But the kid that chased bees,
No longer exists in this world.

The sky is the limit,
Forget the beauty of the stars,
Forget the beauty from afar,
Forget the moon,
Forget that one giant leap for mankind,
ever happened.

The sky is the limit,
That's what they tell me.

Today I get up a different person.
They have broken my heart
So I will say unto them
**** it.

No point feeling sorry for what's dead.
And theres no way that will come back.
So **** it and **** the people involved.
I rise with a smile today.

**** them. **** everyone of them.
Now begone memories.
I am starting over.

I imagined your eyes
a million different times;
I remember seeing stars
within each and every stare
But now I can't recant the thought,
Universes may sometimes implode
The same way a hurting heart
keeps the heartbeats on hold;
And sometimes muffled long enough
You'll realise the screaming silence
is a sign that 'you no longer love'.
For some it is sadness, some it is joyous;
But for me, it is closure.

I imagined your eyes
a million different times;
and I'm glad I got to see
all that was stored behind
the blue sky you had for eyes.
Our chapter was never mine,
It had been yours all along
And with memories tarnished and gone,
I can only do so much as to say thank you.

Life isn't a race,
It isn't a marathon,
Neither is it a paragon.
We live as we breathe,
We die and we leave,
But when the night ends,
Morning is across the corner,
Right where the road bends,
Is where we find ourselves.

As we live,
We await to see another day.

Home is where the heart is,
Home is where love resides,
Whether it'll be rocket rides,
Where kids seek and hides,
Where one confides,
Home is where love resides.

'My heart is in your hands',
          Human hearts will always remain in transference,
Swapping from one palm to one palm,
                Until it finds the one real and right palm,
That will not let go of that heart.

       The worst thing is that with each changing hands, new bruises emerge,
           Like a fruit in the grocery store that no one wants to buy just yet,
So they squeeze to reassure till another pair of hands do the same.
             Our heart is nothing more than a fruit,
A fruit that is being passed around between hands.

                             I wonder if your hands are warm or cold,
But nonetheless only way of knowing is by letting you hold,
                my bruised and damaged heart,
In hopes you'll be the one to keep it.

In a fictionalised world,
And in my recurring dreams,
You became my wife.
You remained in love with me.
I don't have to say I miss you,
Because you never left.
I don't have to feel heartbreak,
Because it never happened.
You never grew to hate me.
But then what good is fiction
When reality is all that we have.

I said I loved you.
        I knew I loved you.
But I couldn't love you.
        I knew I couldn't in that way.

My biggest strength will ever remain my biggest weakness.

Sometimes you unlock the right box,
You hear all that you had ever dreamed of hearing.
Sometimes you unlock the wrong box,
You hear your world start to crumble bits and pieces.

I hate heartbreaks.
I hate how it aches,
How I know I will miss you,
But I know you don't give a ****.

I Love you......and I don't know why.
WHY
WHY
WHY won't it work?

I promised to never give up
But I've grown tired.

Why can't I move on?
I'm a walking tragic incident....

I finally said,
It is now time to move on,
little did i know....

You already have,
I was a fool for trying,
Should have left intact.....

I ******* HATE MYSELF.

I'M ******* GARBAGE AND I DESERVE WHEN PEOPLE TREAT ME LIKE ****

I ******* ****

Knowing that I still
And knowing that you never will,
In the end, the pain is still the same...

When Pablo Neruda does it, it's beautiful art.
When I do it, it's cringy and desparate.
When Van Gogh does it, it's dedication.
When I do it, it's insanity and a restraining order.
When Picasso does it, it's cubism.
When I do it, it's scribbles.
When Robert Frost does it, it's wisdom.
When I do it, it's 'Facebook Garbage'.

Set phasers to the moon,
Elevate the rocket,
I knew it was just a phase.

Though surrounded by intoxicated
personalities
Hurting and dragging you down
Somehow
You rose to be a pure soul
Who knows
What it is like to put family
Ahead of themselves.
You deserve the world
And I'm hoping one day
Someone can give you the world,
Maybe one without any inebriating possibilities.

Why did you have to be so ******* perfect,
Makes me miss you even more,

Self destruction
Is just another way
To put the middle fingers
Up to the sky.

Cute cuddly kid,
Silently suffered SID,
Kid casket comes,
Red roses run,
Mourning mornings missed,
Cute cuddly kid,
Nothing more than a baby...

Branches of a tree cast shadows onto the ground,
A bird nest sat across the dilapidated branches,
Birds fleeing the branch yet always coming back, homebound,
And as the early sunrise came, the birds and tree were ashes.

**"FOREST FIRE! FOREST FIRE!" I would yell,
Stumbling on those words since I was six years old,
Waiting for mum to come back home with a farmiliar smell,
But come nightfall I am without anyone to hold.

The early bird catches the worm,
Well momma left early and came back home,
So as the worms continue to squirm,
We never got the chance to roam.

Momma came back home to an empty nest,
Where the birds were caught in flames,
Existing in their own torturous hell.

Why do I still love and miss you
When you've moved on already.
I guess I'm a broken light bulb
That needs to be changed..

We'd smoke **** till we'd pronounce we'd as ****.
The smog clears up and what's left is what's right.

I just heard you found the one you've been looking
You've been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn't me
'Cause even after all this time I still wonder
Why I can't move on
Just the way you did so easily
......

I overdosed
Should've known your love was a game
Now I can't get you out of my brain
-Charlie Puth

Out of all the chairs in the room, she sat next to mine,
She put her hand out and said "give me nine",
Thoughts raced through my mind,
Like "**** a pretty girl sending chills down my spine",
I looked at her fingers, there were nine,
So confused and shocked
at how our hands might interlock,
I told her "you have hands as beautiful like a rock",
Stupid line, I know, but there wasn't much time on the clock,
For she might be out the class and this might be our end.

I tried to fix my mistake,
Told her how I meant her hands,
Were like gemstones reflecting the beautiful sunrise,
And that at the moment it is all surmise,
the only way to really know is if she held my hand.
I looked at her hand she still had nine fingers,
I let the thought linger,
Asked her "what happened to your pinky finger",
She said " I made a pinky swear and then it got so rude I had to chop it",
She had a sense of humour,
Then popped right up, ***** was her pinky finger,
She was pretending this whole time.
I placed my hands over hers,
Wondering how any of this occurs,
She says "you're nervous, that means you think I'm hot",
......
       With mouth wide opened I exasperated,
"You're not hot, you're beautiful and that's all I've got",
falling back into silence,
she puts her arms around my neck and said,
"You're different, something different"....

I looked around the room,
Said "two eyes, two nostrils, two ears,
two hands",
she interrupted me and spoke,
"Please say two *****, I've always wanted to see one, I meant two",
....
Shocked I stopped speaking and said,
"We are all made different,
Saw our lives fall different,
We rise different,
We build things different,
Because we are all different"....

She says ,
"So you have two *****? I'm not hearing a no,
That's awesome!"....

I'm so stupid.
Even right now I want you back.
But I'm just stupid.
You moved on.
I wish you nothing but
The best.

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.