You are my cosmos.
My galaxy
of swirling stars.
I will never get out
from beneath your skies.
It does not matter
where I go,
or how fast I run,
You are always
above me,
watching,
laughing.

I've slowly been losing you for awhile now
After you died, I could still here your voice in my head
Slowly it began to fade
The voice becoming weaker and weaker
Day by day it disappeared
Now your face is fading too
The only thing keeping it in place is the pictures I have left
And the memories that always bring back tears
It breaks my heart
Because you are my everything
And I can't lose you yet
Not yet
I still need to see your face to calm down
It's hard enough to not hear your soothing voice
But I need to picture your face in my mind
Otherwise I'm lost

I don't wear clothes
I wear things
Strewn across my body
A symbol of the things I love
and the things I hate
Stretching and morphing into
something I'm not and everything that I am

When I'm tired and exhausted
I look in the mirror
Then look away
The truth is hard to see
Even as I blink
it doesn't erase from my memory

I walk alone
Walk until my feet give out
Or until I give in
I was never that strong
Or willing to never give up

When I was scattered in my youth
I thought of myself as a mighty Aztec warrior
Invincible and filled with power
But now that I'm older I realize that
Our eyes don't let us see the world for what it is

A cold, desolate place to be
Filled with seven billion humans
Just biding our time

tick ---
--- tock
tick ---
--- tock

Until our death

A sound is lying between my sight and my hearing,
mornings strung astray,
noisy, lonely streets, indescribable,
only posters ― whole or torn
of some extraordinary concerts, long forgotten ―
in which lustre of the world? ―
autumn has come over the botanical garden,
her trellises have forgotten to support any leaves,
she is singing herself to me in my eyes
in one poem.
Diligent, my heart surrenders to an elegy
like that thought descending from Rainer Maria Rilke.

Gellu Dorian, from *It might take me years

He quietly sits at night hoping to be noticed.
Knees on his chin and arms all folded.
He tries to sleep so that he may see the woman of his dreams , but soon realises that everything is never as it seems.
Her hair , her eyes , her smile.
All it took was one night.
Now he sees nothing of her; she was his only sight.
She told him to patiently wait, and kissed him with her eyes.
"I'll never wash it away" - says the boy who cries

will my endeavor be fruitless ?
did I neglect slumber,
live in solitary for days,  
numb my sorrow with alcohol
trap myself within the same walls I get lonely in
being only distracted by the scribbling of this pen on a paper
just to leave thou with discontentment ?
a poets worst nightmare;
(an underappreciated piece)

I am writing a poem for one who has words in the palm of her hands
like God has the earth
I am writing to one whom words bow down to her feet
like prophets to God while on his throne he seats.
Is my piece profound enough to make thy beautiful brown eyes water
or make your skin prickle with goosebumps ?
will my words speak to you in ways no one ever has that my piece becomes your drug when you want to flee from all that chastises you ?
I can only hope the first stanza grasps your attention
and you get lost in poetic bliss
and the last leaves you breathless
to the point you crave my kiss
to restore air to your dying lungs.
But that's probably just wishful thinking
your least liked piece is probably more breathtaking than my most cherished  
you leave your readers satiated by your words and rhythm that they now worship you.
they yearn to ease their angst by reading what you vent.
how intimidating it is to write a poem to a poet
great anxiety as they fixate their eyes on the paper
you hope, you just hope they don't roll their eyes in disdain at the last full stop.

i wish i could have helped you fly
i wish i could have given you wings crafted by Hephaestus himself
i wish i did not have to see you fall
blinded by the light of the sun
as you sank into the depths of the ocean

i wish i could have caught you with my arms
when all you wanted was to be free
i wish i could have saved you
before you flew too close to the sun
and melted your wings

our universes never shared
any sort of symmetry,
parallel as they will always be,
but icarus, i do not know why
i carry the weight of your undoing.

In a murky evening
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape
An autumn tree,
Like an orphan
Left alone by relatives
With tattered patches
Half bare and bruised
Cried at my window

You want to be strong.
For me?
For you?
I don't know.
You are a strong man,
a man I look up to.
You have taught me to be tough through life
and be man in a bad situation.

But today my heart broke.
The man I see as a leader,
a god compared to me
broke out in tears.
A man of little emotions
crying out as a new born baby.
With pipes coming out of him,
he cried and I stood stocked, and in tears.
Wondering how pain could do such a thing.