a bed so big
a room so empty
a void that you left
is slowly killing of me

hugging a pillow during my sleep pretending it was you, was the loneliest thing that i’ve ever done; constantly wishing how nice it is if it were your hands that i was holding

but no,

my fist clenched the bedsheets in the most distressing way possible; to think that i got used to waking up facing the cold wall pretending it was you made me contemplate nonstop:

what if someday i got accustomed to the coldness and the silence so well, that i couldn’t take the heat and the hitch between each of your breath?

Your lovely card, inviting me for lunch,
Was such wonderful tinder for my cans,
An open hollow for my fireplace to run,
As a box of hope that shall never flame.

Poetry is, feelings coming alive with words
Inked with permanence, on paper
Words wrapped in unique ideas and creativity
Every piece is open to as many interpretations
Leaving the mind, wanting more
Prolific poetry flowing from every poet’s pen
Keeping the souls of other poets, replenished
Poetic liberty gives us poets, to venture beyond
Weaving a web of magic with each word
Poets drinks from the well of creativity
Every century has given a rich legacy of poets
Poetry is in nature, for we poets can feel
It’s omnipresent in every incident of life
Sometimes sad, or philosophical, or satire
Funny and full of Love, or even hatred
Poetry can dig the depths of feelings
To create mellifluous literature
We are all bound by the threads of poetry

We walk into every walk of life
We have to meet with an open mind
Not clenching our hands
But extending our handshake
We are all connected, part of the humanity
It’s one heartbeat of the residents
Of this celestial body, we inhabit
We receive or reject the invisible signals
We call them vibes, sometimes they align
Understanding this multitude of emotions
From the inhabitants of this common ground
An open mind gives the space to analyze
Differences in the common species
Rituals, cultures, beliefs, faith
Different, yet part of this humanity
We thrive in finding a commonality
Looking at the bigger canvas, we feel the camaraderie
We walk together, with our friends from all walks of life
We walk in this cosmic space
And uphold the spirit of this celestial body

Breeze, just ******* away
As I lay scattered along your pathway
As dry as the leaves, fallen from trees
Worthy no more, as I have lost my sheen
No more connected to the branches
Relegated to the heap of waste
Only I can burn, to give you some light and warmth

I wish I could write the poem
To make you fall in love with me
But I am still trying
To compose the one
To get me to love
Myself.