I heard water
Gushing.
Pumping.
Choking.
Little hiccups.

Where is it coming from?

Oh,
It's from my artery.

She came and swept me
Away
Like a river in the night
And I succumbed
To her tug
Like a puppy
And i drowned
In the flood
In my blood.
She came and swept me
Away.

The table waited
For the father and mother
For the merry children
For a splendid dinner
Beside the fire
Where memories flickered
Of roast turkey
And hot cocoa
And a puppy emerging
In a bright parcel
Of red and green
The festive colors

The walls remember
Candle lit evenings
Where stories were told
Under warm blankets
The children would snicker
And laugh in glee
And excitement
As the mother kissed them
And the father said good night

The porch reminiscing
Bright summer days
Where the family
Played joyous games
And sang with the guitar

The yard misses
Seeing the children
In clean uniform
Marching off to school
And coming home
With tired smiles

And the rusty old car
Creaks his hinges
As he weeps
Remembering the father
Who polished and cleaned
During dusty days

And the curtains were weary
For they wanted to move
To let sunlight in
To recapture moments
When the family
Would chase each other
Around the house
Playing hide and seek
Shrieking and exclaiming
In happy voices

The old tree so ancient
Bent over the house
Missing when the son
Would climb his branches
And when in night
He watches them in silence
Camping under his leaves
Huddling each other
In warm plump arms
And when the tree
Peeks in the window
He would see the daughters
Gladly dressing up
For birthday parties

And the doghouse
The wooden old doghouse
Falling apart
Looks at the past
At a little puppy
Licking at his bone
And then coming out
With dozens of other puppies


And the dusty floorboards
Weak and brittle
Will creak at night
Remembering footsteps
Entering and leaving
The grandiose proud door
With a bronze doorknob

And a chandelier would clink
When the wind passes
Filling the house
With flashbacks
Of a new baby
Of graduations
And weddings
And then of noise
Noises of fun
And laughter
And giggles

They cannot remember
The blind day
When everyone vanished
Not a letter of goodbye
Not a wave of the hand
No words no memories
Nothing
Sadness and peace once again

They all sighed
As the sun vanished
In the edge of the neighborhood
They all wept
For the old wood
In the middle of everyone
Waiting for the family
The sad dining table
In ashes and burnt chairs
The table waited

the night sky
is a cold blanket
the stars- ice pellets
and I am a child
feverish
from nightmares
from heartache
and distress
naked
i'll cry my fears
until the night
is no more
until i
am no more

I tried a haiku
And it sounds a bit funny
I'm sure you'd agree.

I bet you've heard of fingernails
raking chalkboard

And I bet you've heard of spoons and forks
scratching dinner plates

But have you ever heard of promises
slicing calloused hearts?

I have.

This poem has ten words, with the title Redundant Insanity.

she was resurrected

and when she found heaven
it was because ink
was splattered
all over
her brown dress.

we call her a notebook.

once there was a boy
who loved a girl



but now there's a man instead
who's in love with another man.

Yesterday
America raised a rainbow banner.

I woke up today.
Facebook wasn't blue anymore.

Unicorns came pooping all over my friends faces.
Love wins.

I heard a whisper
It came from outside
I tiptoed and I ventured
Not knowing what to find

Then a faint light burst to sunshine
A friendly face so kind
A hand eloped me from the past
The past so far behind

Some summers we spent in bliss
Some winters were so sudden
Not knowing what have we missed
Only to push me deep in again

Now darkness is a warm shelter
Another shell of frozen safety
Its cold and warm and scary
But darkness is so so friendly

There's a throbbing heart in my chest
There's a numbing brain in my skull
There's toxic blood in my veins
Tell me, how do you sleep
knowing that
You are killing me
slowly

The question is so simple
Do you like me too?
But why can't you answer me?
I hope you would just do.

I hope you see
that a scar has been intricately
etched itself
on the dying walls
of my heart

with every pulse
i hope you feel
that the pain
throbs and dampens
the caring soul
that is me

still yearning and hoping
for change that is bleak
i hope you see
that the young man you left
is now alone
and scared

the promises we held
shattered ornately
colored pieces of memories
on the cold summer floor

i hope you see

When he comes around, my girlfriend crumples in pain. Period.

You gorgeous *******.
I like you.

my wings are creased and crumpled
they are dull and pale and weak
a pair of lifeless curtains
void of colors that you seek

they never flap nor flutter
they cease to make me fly
they've lost their silver luster
i can't remember why...

I brandished my crude sword
which was a pen
and wiped away the bloodstains
which were ink

You can never love a dreamer
He's always far away
You can never love a seeker
He wanders everyday


Never love a writer
His lines are not for you
His verses are pure lies
His ink is far from true

You cannot love me either
I live in many worlds
A dreamer, seeker, writer
I often break my word..

Your muscles shiver
The cold seeps in
Your lips now quiver
In a toxic grin

Your galloping fingers
They came to a halt
Your deadly dark eyes
They knew the little fault

Your mouth was stained
With coffee's breath
The blood in your veins
Pulsing in death

There you lay
In warm white sheets
Your hair is tangled
And coarse like wheat

Let me caress your soul
Let me wipe away the tears
Let me drift like a ghoul
Let me live within your fears..

my heart skips a beat
when I see a little
yellow lightning
by the grinning avatar
which is me

my heart double flips
when I see a little
blood red heart
with little numbers
and I weep

the grays and blacks
ashes and shades
shadows in plain
bars and panes
the world they make

a world of dead links
and of
little yellow lightnings
and blood red hearts
and again
I weep..

All hail the paper
cradle of a dreamy thought
we all crumple, we taper
for each poetic ambition fought

All hail the pen
the literary sword of might
fed by ink, hopes of men
the metal downpour of the mind

All hail the silent poet
he screams his words to you
squeezing out a tiny sonnet
from a vessel of binding glue

All hail Hello Poetry
our loyal parchment friend
a fortress of antiquity
a castle to defend..

I went to bake some cupcakes
I was in such a merry mood
I miss the sweet creamy taste
I miss the smell of food

Human food, Monster food
Oh, its just the same
What matters is how to make it good
I call this a cooking game

A cup of flesh, and mix it well
Those smelly rotten eggs
Light the fire, the flames of hell
Let's chop these human legs

Ahh, fresh flour - I stole from the store
A little bit of sugar, a little bit of salt
Let's knead the dough, let's fetch the coal
Surely, this is not my fault

For a sudden twist, I suddenly thought
Why not stir-in some blood
The jar of of red, I quickly sought
Where's that stirring rod?

So I baked it in the ancient oven
And waited for some time
Ping! It sprung open!
Now let's give it a try!

Nothing like a meal
For a hungry half-breed
Wasn't such a deal
It was just what I need

Nothing like a Sunday
When you're not feeling mad
Nothing like cupcakes
Nothing like fresh blood

Oh, human bones!
Ack! Ugghh!!

Finger-like shadows crept
The moon was a yellow gloom
I swear, I really wept
For I knew that it was doom

The tall black silhouette
Stood across the room
The knife was dripping wet
It was the Killer Groom

In a sleek black suit and tie
He cast a nasty grin
Those bony fingers doesn't lie
The corpse was very thin

He took a step, I held my breath
The nightmare of the century
In my house, where's my spouse?
Oh, he's over there -******

He strode and raised the blade
And sent it down, down
I let out a scream, a scream
I saw that his face frowned

He stabbed the pillow on my belly
The knife was stuck for good
Feathers and fluff, the made-up baby
I kicked as hard as I could

He was flat on his back
When I cocked the shotgun
Then, a thunder-crack
His miserable head was gone

I woke up from the nightmare
My make believe horror movie
But there was something that made me stare
My husband, lay there ******

I heard a laugh, an evil laugh
Shivers went up my spine
The bed felt rough, a little bit rough
I realized it's real this time

I pulled the blanket down
The horror was revealed
The baby, all ripped up
My baby has been killed.

Oh what a sight, a glorious sight
My knight has come at last
For ages, I waited for this night
We had remade the past.

The funny thing
I see
In myself

Is when
I try
To write

A poem
That I want
To turn out right

Suddenly
Becomes
A disaster

I cannot like
I hate
Reject

Then something
Like magic
Flows through

And like
Vivid colors
Try to paint

The wrong
I made,
The mistake

Oh
It was
My will

And the
Funny thing
I see

In myself..

Let me sing in a siren's voice
The songs of the unknown
To wail like a banshee
For the lost, I will moan

Let me sway with the wind
Toss me high in the skies
So I can search for the place
Where I can grasp my desires

Let me savor this moment
Let me nibble a piece
From this bitter ambrosia
A tonic of bliss, please?

Let me ****** my arm
Into that flaming portal
Take me to paradise
I wish not to be mortal

but most of all

Let me write with my muse
Til this pen spews no more ink
This fellow's insane
surely, don't you think?

Her voice is like the ocean
i love it
when she murmurs sweetly
to herself
and her soft speaking
would soothe and calm me down
But sometimes
She can get really loud
like the seas
roaring in a storm

Her hair varies
She wakes up like Bob Marley
brushes it
goes to work
wearing it like any ordinary woman
when she comes home
her hair reminds me
of dry fuzzy grass
during hot summer months

Her hands are always busy
Scrubbing, writing, cooking
It's almost rough
like sandpaper
but when sometimes
she holds me with care
They're like the
velvet palms I don't wanna let go

Mother's eyes
They are windows of an old dungeon
and a strong person
is locked and lonely inside
but sometimes
her eyes seem to sparkle
and sing
and I hate it when I see
beads of water
trailing on her cheeks

Mother
A powerful soul,
who molded and taught me
about life, about this world
with her voice,
her hands,
her eyes

Mother
who cared and scolded
I miss her tender kisses
her warm hugs
which I get often
when i was still small

I know I've grown up,
It's not that it's awkward
I hate that it has changed this way
but I also know
deep inside
that worn-out soul
still lies a burning flame
of love and parently care

I just know that.
Mother knows that.
Only time will tell.
Only time will show.

But I am afraid of waiting.
I am afraid it might be too late.
Even if they say, it's never too late.

Mother.
Whose heart and spirit has shaped
and formed
the person I am now.
Mother.
Who has been with me through all this time.

My Mother.
The one thing,
The one person,
I can be most proud of.

Mother.
My Mother.

You were a flower bud
I was a caterpillar
You said "shoo!"
don't even dare to come closer

So i went away
but you were always in my mind
always
always

Some time had passed
There was this thing called change
I succumbed to it
I do not know why

I was enclosed
inside fine woven cloth
But i could not stop
thinking of you

One day, I got tired of waiting
for nothing
So I pushed and struggled
and forced myself free

Sunlight, I bathed in its glory
Morning dew reminded me
of you
of you

But was is this?
A pair of colored *****
oh they were wings!
Their beauty reminded me of you

I flew, and flew
And searched for you
But you were gone!
Or were you?

A lovely rose bud
has bloomed into you
A red stunning rose
will we ever recognize each other?

I hovered near
to be with you
It was attraction
Yes, we remembered

And I kissed you
And it was joy
And it was the best thing
This life has to offer

Then I saw thorns
You told me to go away
or else
i would be hurt

I did not care
stupid me!
Coz I love you
and nothing matters

Storms come and go
And I always find myself
coming back to you
And you welcomed me

When strangers wanted to pick you
I would flash to action
and startle them
and lead them away

And it was like that
for many times
But then we're growing old
And growing weak

Our last sunset
The rose and the butterfly
stared into the unknown
and then they were gone

with the breeze
to the earth
to the skies
And no one even knew..

Goodbye..

I grab the wooden chair
and pulled it
through rooms
and up the stairs
I kicked the door open
A cold wind blew
the sketches of you
rose to the air
and settled down together
beside my lonely bed

And so I pulled
the chair, and brought it
to the wall
I hesitated for a moment
and heaved out a sigh
I brought up a foot
and forced myself up
until my nose
almost brushed the wall clock

My warm breath
made the clock's glass clouded
Two hands grasped the clock
Two feet managed to stay firm
as I stood on the chair
and dismounted the wall clock

Finally, I sat down
on the chair
on the old wooden chair
and my fingers
found its way
at the clock's back

I twisted, and twisted
and twisted
I closed my eyes
and opened them
to see the clock's hands
revolving counterclockwise

for a second i just stared
and stared
and stared
then closed my eyes
and opened them again
to stare..

My fingers suddenly became tired
and the clock's hands seemed to stop

Tears
fell on its glass
they rolled
and found their way
towards
number 6

the day you left me
the day it ended

the day you died.

How to silence the voice
Of an amok fool
How to hush the cry
When you've lost the cool

How to scream into the face
When you don't have the courage
How to move the wall
If you don't have the knowledge

How to put out the fire
Burning within
Flaming tendrils lapping at your soul
How could you win

How can you burst to tears
When you fear the worst
How do you break the spell
Of your parent's curse

You lash your sword blindly
How do you fight
Swamped in self-pity
Can't even bite

Throw a fist? Kick your foot?
Crush the plates?
Try to release forbidden words
What awaits?

Your own blood and flesh
You dare rebel?
How do you care?
When you can't even tell.

The old woodland was a canvass mess
Shadows and light of a verdant dress
Branches tangled with leaves of the day
Flowers sprouted from the dark gray

The birds flew about, chirping in chorus
The blurry wings beat off soft focus
And enthrall the forest in glitters and dust
Of wispy air that the breeze would cast

Poppies and daisies alongside tall grasses
Butterflies fluttering in various ill sizes
Furry friends burrowed and climbed
Grace and beauty, perfectly timed

In the forest of old, ancient lores shroud
Like the mist of the north, a thick dark cloud
The sun would shine and hide at night
The forest in splendor- a glorious sight!

White smoke rose from her nostrils
Her arm, covered with red spots
Her hair, the outcrops of earth
Her image- haggard

Red and black she went
Into inns and clubhouses
Playing with cold cash
Stuffing it into her trousers

She threw the cigarette ****
Onto the ground
And squished it
With the heel of her stiletto

Red pair of dry lips
Tired eyes in their sockets
Her voice tried to call out
To the man in the car

He halted and smiled
She took his arm
They exchanged grins
She went into the backseat

A few hours later
She lay still on the bed
The pillow wet with tears
Her clothes on the floor

The man was asleep
So she scurried out of the hellhole
She found her way home
Grandma sat on the rocking chair

She dropped the money
On the old woman’s lap
Then she went inside the room
Where a babe waited

She cradled her baby in her arms
She stared at the calendar
Hanging on the wall
December 25th.

The rose I gave you that warm spring day
It was pure love, and nothing more to say
We just held hands and said no word
It was just us and the whole wide world

The letter I gave you one bright summer
Far away, I hoped you would remember
Lines of sincerity fragrant and sweet
I never wished that our love would fleet

Away in that autumn, the teddy bear fell
On the dusty floor, and your eyes would well
With tears of mourning, for you missed me
Aching heart, you bled for me

Winter had come, I fought the bitter cold
Numb and painful, my love can’t be more bold
But no news came, not a letter of reply
Please don’t tell me, this is goodbye

It’s springtime again, I knocked on your door
My hair had turned grey, my feet were sore
I had returned, traveled seven seas
To my darling so dear, I fell to my knees

The doorway opened, it wasn't you
But a smiling little girl, with eyes of blue
Mommy, she cried and there you stood
I would have wept if only I could

It’s been twenty years, it was so sudden
So I turned around with my soul broken
The rose, the letter, the teddy bear was gone
So it was goodbye, I should have known

The books sat on the shelves
Waiting for centuries
For a warm hand
To unfold their leaves
And shake off the ancient dust

The candles stood afraid
At the top of the shelves
Ever silent, afraid of ignition
Afraid of fire
To light their twisted wicks

The child came
Read the books
Litthe candles
Day and night
For many years

The child came out from the library
Now a strong man
Of wisdom and wit
Brimming with ideas
Brilliant ideas

The candles sighed
The books cried
They created a man
Of good moral
Sacrifice and patience

Then they waited again
For years, unnoticed
And a child once again entered
Lighted the candles
Turned the pages

The man’s son
The man’s grandson
His legacy
The library
Lingered for generations

Not in existence
But in the mind
Always there
Transmitted then relayed
Never forgotten.

The sea battered the land
Lashing his strong waves
Beating the ragged cliffs
Begging for her love

The earth did not care
For she loved the sun so much
She would stare at him all day
But the sun would always leave

At night, the moon would appear
The clouds try to hide her
From the eyes of men
Always wanting everything

But the little stars just watched
They would giggle and twinkle
Blinking silently
And then exclaiming with joy

Sometimes they would jump
From the black sky
Into the arms of the earth
And the sea, who yearned

Then the sun would come out again
In the morning
Melting away the cold
From last night’s affairs