I love you,and it doesn't
matter what you are...
you'll always
be the only bird
to nest
high up
the tree
of
my
heart...
nothing
else
matters
but
that...

Nights were long, days were brief
ding ****, don't jump the cliff
he wasn't strong to bear his grief
he sung a song, find no relief

can't sleep
they just weep
tearless,cause of stings
from those many good things
that slipped outta my grip
they still want to hear
my phone beep
for they saw me in the deep
they saw the amber of your lip
and how we hiked all the steep
cliff,tiring clip after clip
they bite and nip
with a beautiful image
of you they keep

Must I forget, to move on
or move on to forget?

have
run
out
of
means
to
prove
I
Love
you,
it
doesn't
matter
though
cause
you
have
never
believed
me

The more I read
the less I felt dead

Love the sky
when she does cry
out in pain
she calls it rain...

Whirling waves, heavy storms
Sad sailors missing their homes
No star in the sky,nor hope in their sigh

There's more fish in the lake,
but I have let a million off my hook
because albeit there are plenty more,
they'll never be you,
you'll always be my favorite catch...
I'll never stop scurrying the waters,
even when it's clear we might
never hook up again...

Because of all the pain
you put me through,
Am never going to love again
and if I do it won't be true...

Because of the sad goodbye
won't entertain another hello
for I found myself a bitter lie
in a truth so sweet and mellow

*because of all forgotten time
am thinking loving is a crime
a green snake lying in the thyme
I'd rather piece another rhyme

May not always be poetry
*But Poetry's always reality

Maybe the world wants to unite
but there's no leader
maybe the pages want to be flipped
but there's no reader...
maybe peace is cheap
but there's no bidder*
maybe life's precious
but there's no figure

That I'm a fool in love
I'm a fool in love
A fool in love
fool in love
in love
Love
Sure you're the one I deserve
you're the one I deserve
the one I deserve
one I deserve
I deserve
deserve

I
be
grateful
that
the
hurt
you
brought
me
made
me
the
poet
I
am?

I love loving you...
it has never
felt wrong.

My Dream is to die a beautiful death...*
All death is grotesque...

That's what I do best
I'm a hard ground awaiting
so only fall if I'm worth the pain
knowing I might not catch
you on your way down
I break hearts
*I won't break your fall

Some
live
to
love
to
love
to
live
others
love
to
live
to
live
to
love

Gave me a reason for living
but none for leaving

Of being lonely**
I'm waiting for the
perfect one no longer...
ain't waiting for
true love. I'm
taking the
imperfect & moulding
her into a masterpiece...
so that I can consequently
learn how to
love it.

Only miss the time when
Life was simply hard...
when it's hardly simple

Rivers and roads
have the straight & the bend
Friendships,
the beginning and the end

Is having the courage to say
the nothing you know.
*the foolish
are muted by fear
yet they know so much more

the
more
poetry
I've
read
the
better
poetry
I've
written

say I won't breathe without
you by my side but that's how
your absence feels like...
the air of romance depletes
when you're gone, I suffocate,
I whizz, I struggle to breathe
through the chocking fumes of
loneliness and
even the gas masks
of hope are no
consolation enough
to keep out that smoke.
That's exactly what I
mean by
"you take my breath away"

I think the best thing in the world is
having friends who believe in you
even more than you believe in yourself
Those who push you across a shaky bridge
assuring you that it won't break even when they
themselves doubt the strength of its vibrating foundation
Friends who cheer you up the ladder
even when they lack the strength to support
your weight on the unsteady ladder
Friends who waive and smile when you are
flying even when they can't hold you when
your wings melt if you go too close to the sun.
if your wings melt... But it's even greater
having friends who stay with you even after
you hit the ground for they know the ball
always bounces higher when after impact
and they know that much as bones break
they also become stronger at the fracture point
when it finally heals... Friends who bring you
crutches when your feet can't carry you and
believe you will walk again even when
you can't make a single step
That's why I count myself lucky
because I owe every step I make in this race of life
to everyone who's ever cheered me...success to me
is having people to share it with, it isn't winning the medal.
Always be grateful to the people who stand by you
because not only are they hard to come by but they'll
someday stand for you when your feet are numb, they'll
narrate to you the moments when your memory's gone
they'll lower the rope of hope to pull you out of doldrums
they'll crack jokes when karma doesn't want you to smile
they'll cheer you past the finishing line, walk you an extra mile
they'll always remind you of your purpose in life midst strife.
and if you have such friends, count yourself lucky.

crazy to believe you
hope you're
  crazy enough
to prove
I was right
to believe
in your
crazy
promises

Are crevices through which people crawl in to hurt you*
And detaching oneself is self inflicting the hurt.*
We are dammed to either suffer loving
or suffer hurting in desolation.

Both need love
Can't we try to find it
in us rather than crying
for those who clearly don't
need us? I mean... is there no
way two people can find the
satisfaction they seek in each
other rather than keep
hurting for the rightful
wrong ones. I'm
willing to try...
Tell me when
you're and
we kick off.

grotesque
wounds
will
one
day
be
beautiful
scars

Will never understand
how I feel but even
millions wouldn't
count if only you
understood

are too fixed
to be broken
*others too broken
to be fixed

like these make me want to ask,
"what
material
are
they
who
succeed
made
of?"

Lies have no eyes
for Eyes tell no lies

You blew my Heart away
And a hundred poems my way