The deep hum
Near the end of the
Shadowed hallway
Beckons.

Shall you follow
The note that leads you forward?

Where else to go
But the place that
Calls for you?

Comfort is heard
In the dark tone.

Your path awaits
an action.

Though the flame may flicker
Perhaps it can linger,
If not only for another hour,
For then my passion dies
As I can no longer see the parchment
On which I write.

Words become fewer,
Thoughts less unique
And rather simple now indeed;
Maybe the autumn breeze
Will help me eaze up
And find some better rhymes.

The sun faced
Of a pale paste,
That which reflects
A most sour taste;
The mirror upon my pallet.

The longer the time
And the farther the distance
I distance myself
From my ink and my pen,
Restlessness sets in;

And yet,
Where, now, are my words?

You're parasitic,
So acidic
You burn through my tongue
And deflate my lungs,
But you're always there
And I always care
Even though you're nothing more than
Spare feelings I thought I needed.

I don't know how you came back in,
Whether you slithered through slits in my skin folds
Or slipped back on the ***** into the same hole
That once upon a time we used to call love,
But is now a void of null emotions,
An "impenetrable bubble" that only one person could ever pop;
But yet you managed to do so twice.

Shame on my optimistic past.

The bitter melancholy
Stings the open wound on my lip,
Bit through the parched skin;
Words which I tartly exhale
Only find their way out
After catching;
Perhaps my mouth would be best
Kept closed.

The words that trickle through your gullet,
Just to pour out your mouth,
Either mean absolutely nothing or absolutely everything,
Whether regurgitated or not;
I just hope you find your balance again...

Soon.

There were times that I slept
As nothing greater nor nothing less
But when the times came that I dreamt
There was no way to supress
My thoughts of you as something more...
Until every color finally digressed
And I was left, staring
At your outline.

The sky is aligned
In an array of blues and pinks
Almost like the hue of cotton candy,
But perhaps a more somber tone
Than the sweet I would eat
Under the red and white cone
They called a circus tent.

There are some nights I remember you,
Never sure if I want to.
Perhaps if your memory would pass,
Life could elapse at a quicker pace;
Or perhaps that day was always meant to stay
In touch;
I suppose that's why it would matter so much,
But not as much as today,
Tonight,
When I would remember you.

You were the art
I once inhaled slowly
Piece by piece
Until I realized
The puzzle didn't feel whole.

You were a facade,
A mask I never saw through
Because you never fit,
A mirage I depended on
For far too long,
Only to reach for the nothingness before me,
Thinking I'd found salvation,
When in the end,
All you ever were
Was a facade.

The oxygen you breathe
Is merely the stream
Coming from the leak
In my fishbowl

I depart into the downpour.
You cannot hear each step I trod,
Nor can you smell the petrichor
That resonates beneath my feet;
Feet that were seldom worn
Yet often used.

Before I can find myself
Lost in your phrasing and prose,
I'm enchanted by a single symbol:
A rose stained with wine red
That guards the words inside,
Making you precious all the more;
Its design is so simplistic,
Yet so complex,
So you;
I'm sure your words hurt the same.

Looking for an antidote
To love and to heartache,
You would suffice.

You are as bright as a sunflower,
As cold as the night,
Sheathed in a haze of smoke
That spirals in front of
Your eyes of jade,
With beauty that compares to none.

If only there so happened to be
A way to rewrite the book
That I would never appear in.

Only time can tell
How long this spell
Will last,
Whether muse rings true
Or gives in to
The past,
And if you believe
That you and me
Would do,
Maybe I could try
To learn to die
With you.

If sleep became eternal tonight
I wish you'd come to know
You were the remedy
That I ran out of;
Farewell.

I'm not literally little,
I'm just figuratively trying
To figure it out,
No doubt,
It's all about the timing
And finding
The whereabouts
Of each and every
Single thing
That tells me why
I'm talking loud
Or wear a crown
Even though I know
That everything
That makes me big
Comes back around
And takes me down
Another route,
Another peg,
Another step
From which I came
Because all I did
Was wander
To some land of fame
And I should just look
Where that's got me now,
Fading out
And shrinking.

Simply put, you're an enigma,
An oxymoron in the least,
My memories of you are less than few
Yet your presence lasts more than weeks.
Formerly I knew you,
But now you've gone away
And I cannot account a single time
I thought you wouldn't stay.
Mistakenly I lent you interest,
Withheld a sliver of your time,
However, never did I realize
That not ever could you be mine.

You might be here
But you feel so far gone,
And with each step we took
You pulled forward
And I pulled back,
Neither of us certain
Which way to go;
Only now that it's too late, may I confess,
I wished you forever were my compass rose.

The longer you linger on my mind
Resides louder the jarring thought: "hatred".
To think that similar synonyms
Could never have previously left my mouth
Was simply a mistake.
You were angelic, a muse at least,
But now the idea of you has turned into
A rusted tombstone littered with dust.
I have learned to despise rather than admire,
Turned from your eyes rather than inquire,
And, perhaps, may yearn to retry rather than conspire...
In a different timeline.

You're just a sketch
Of one of the best things I ever have seen,
A glimpse from afar
Lined in pencil lead;
I just wonder what you would've said.

Strike bright like the light
That enters the still room,
Ceiling painted in dark blue
And floor splattered with patterns
Of hypnotic lines
Wavering in the patchy rays;
Perhaps closing the blinds
May let one find night
In case of yet another day.

Kettle burns black,
The sun is still invisible
Though the night seem soon over,
Fridge left ajar,
Honey to the right,
But the bitter fight has not yet begun
For this cold war may never be won;
Hands keep frigid,
The clock is still unplugged
Though the time may be five,
Pen left clicked,
Paper right beside,
But the blank parchment has not yet diminished
And perhaps this poem will never be finishe

I wonder if I wish you knew I liked you...
But I'm too afraid that that would ***** us up
Or that you would get more distant
Or that I would just get drunk, on love,
And maybe we would wear pajamas
Or just our undergarments
As we'd talk on thoughtless topics
With two cups of coffee,
Both of them were black,
We'd be under sheets and covers
And the color we would lack
Would be like back inside the 50's
With our TV old and grey,
And as our slumber slept through summer
We could realize it's day
And as we woke together I might just be able to say
"I love you"...

I can't help but
Visit your page everyday,
Wishing that it won't be in vain
And I'm going insane,
'Cause I might never see you again,
You're gone like the rain that never came in the first place;
Whatever, I guess it might be better just to be forgetting your name
And forgetting your face
And the shape of your shades
And the lines across your waist
And your Instagram page
And the time we met at summer school,
The way the teacher called your name
So I turned and saw your face
And the sunlight on your shades
And the shirt on your waist
And so I went home to find your Instagram page
And I've been addicted every single day,
But now to find out that you were already taken away
Ever since I knew you;
It's a beautiful pain.

Shy girl,
Don't run out of sun;
Sky cries as you wilt,
And in the end the day's done;
There's no growing back.

You're so selfless,
Picture perfect in your essence,
Your future and your presence,
Sketching scribbles with your red pen,
Your ink and your corrections, permanent,
Like the letters that you sent,
Kept inside a pink ribbon,
Brighter than the sunset,
Vibrant like a sunrise,
Priceless like the sun sweat,
The golden glare that shines,
A stream that drenches me wet
With the letters of your name that I will never forget.

Let your words linger on your lips
As the wine drips from your pores,
Forming a puddle of blood
Upon the crimson stained floor.

The burning red reeks of love
And acidic sin scalds the rug,
The carpet scorched and house ablaze
But yet you still return his gaze.

And though the embers fall like leaves
With fiery passion amidst the trees,
The night will cease as though your lust
Left nothing more but washed up rust.

Had the ocean swept it all away
So morning could arrive with peace,
You wouldn't let this dream decay
Although it was the last you'd ever feel.

Let the rain trickle down my spine,
Frigid lines that breathe upon my back
And turn from frozen to sweat,
From dryland to wet,
In such a short matter of time.

I wish I had the courage
To ask your name.

Tears swell on the dawn,
Set to die before the angel arrives
Because to cry in her presence
Would be a sin in the eyes of a wife;
Dawn blinks, they cease,
And tomorrow, today will repeat.

I dare you.

Get lost in the metaphor
We could consider a relationship;
The upside-down rainbow
Where words escape from,
Cold at the top,
Purple, blue, green,
Yet warmest near the base,
Energy that rises in tidal waves
To eventually find the hot rays of sun
And warm hands of my embrace.

I dare you.

Feel the strangling grip
We could consider a relationship;
The inside-out skull
Where words escaped from,
Cold at the top,
Frozen, dead, seen,
Yet reddest near the base,
Hysteria that rises in tidal waves
To eventually find the rot state of mind
And cold hands of your embrace.

I dared you.

Let me drown in your words,
Sweet whispers
And nectar that stings
The tip of my tongue
When it meets yours
In the shadow of the curtains,
Hung like leaves on our evergreen tree,
Lasting all of eternity
Until we decide to chop it down,
And I can no longer hear your sound
As the tree has fallen
In the abandoned forest
We once called home.

I wish I could just
Fall back
Into something I never
Lived with
To begin with,
Stressless
And innocent;

But for now
I live my life
With eyes scarred
And heart tight,
Binded by a lie,
Blinded by your lies;

But I've never wanted to die,
Scratch that,
Never wanted to cry
So much
In the life I once felt,
Back when I fell
Into something I never lived with to begin with.

You called me a masterpiece,
A piece of art in coral reefs,
Me, swimming through this darkened sea
With eyes of blue and tears of green;
And when you saw the one you'd see,
You'd call him a masterpiece,
But I was never meant to be,
And you were such a masterpiece
To me.

I guess love is all it's set out to be,
It's just a bit more between you and me
In which we find ourselves
Trapped in this endless oddity,
Infinitely.

I'd wrinkle my toes on the morning of next,
Slightly pulling the sheets from your side,
So that you would wake up looking in my eyes
And we could continue the rest of our lives in this hex,
And the rest of last night would subside.

You were a shy world with
Glasses and a leather jacket
On our long, dark transit;

Your contacts had hearts attached,
Your eyes were natural
And your hair classical and tall;

You'd twiddle your thumbs on your Samsung
And ride Route A with the night,
There I sat, on the seat to the right
Looking at the little light
On our pitch black bus.

Yes
I loved you
But you never loved me too
Or at least you couldn't say
Because I wouldn't say the same
Scared for regrets or past mistakes
Cause in the end you wouldn't stay
And in the end we couldn't stay
The same
Anyway

I wish I knew what to say
When you let your mind decay
Betray the things you know
Pick the way you'd never go alone
You could always just stay home
And let that time go on its own
Treat me as your home
Treat me as your own
And know that you're never alone

What can I do
When sky turns to blue
Where light fades to night
And dies beneath time
Seen through shade's eyes
And I await you

I'm wasting my time
With waiting and painting these words
On a canvas that turns

I feel so full of something
That will come and go
As though it never existed
But the air it displaces
Will soon evaporate
And soon I will suffocate
Without you
Although we never existed
Anyway

Destroy my lungs
The oxygen that each person uses
Abuses each and every day
Heaving away
Breathing until either lung decays

There was a time when I loved you;
Watched your eyes stroll by,
Throwing smiles back at mine
Through these finite lines
Of words you could describe
Like a day that would define my life;
But I didn't respond in time.

Some part of me just wants to trip
Upon some tangled wires that send me
Falling straight in love for you

Moving my heart askew
Side to side, day and night
For time and life anew

And if future turns into vows
Then the present of your presence
Is the pastime I'll continue to treasure

Forever,
My endeavor