The war between mind and heart,
Blood flows in form of tears
I should have done this
But what I did is right
I cant close my eyes
disturbing light of starts
The world is against you
but you should have your words
I cant control the others
But should care my owns
They tried to broke into the pieces
Where should I go leaving you
When I can't take breath without you.

Like a sun with its light
Like a cloud with its rain
Like a moon with its coolness
Like a rain with its drops

Like a eye with its tears
Like a lips with its smile
Like a butterfly with its flower
Like a bee with its honey

I can never be with you
Coz I am alive within you
And  can never be apart from you

I find it hard to be hopeful
in the moments of transition,
But I globalize the feelings to understand the movement.
Perception is limited,
And hard to see underneath dark cloth where I hide the scars.
Days just accumulate different vessels,
And infiltrate behind walls.
Where I am weak,
Useless,
And small.
It took me years to learn how to love myself.
But even now I am lost in between the pages of litterature,
Trying to find the words for you to understand my pain.
Through each day
the little steps I take,
Seem to bring some hope for me,
But never enough to keep my smiling.
The sun may shine the brightest,
And the moments may divide us.
But i try my best to stay strong.
I try to hold on,
As if I just have one more day
left.

If your love was a book,
I'd be the words to make you
whole.
I would give you a meaning,
And a purpose beyond any words
ever written.
Never would I walk away from your
landscape of beauty.
An image portrayed in pages turning.
I want to spend them all with you,
Past,
Present,
And future.
I never knew that fairy tales could come true.
I want to absorb in all of you.
In your thoughts where you think of me,
And in my thoughts where I think of you.
My dear,
Your love is like art.
A feeling that you give.
That guides me like a single swipe of a pen.
Where we can read on,
And get lost in the moments
together.

Today is Christmas and look:
we are all here on the Internet.
Maybe if I had you this Christmas
I wouldn't be here on the Internet.

Hello i am poetry
I want to feel your souls
and touch your hearts with passionate words

I am your every desire
I inspire hearts
With words
I want to build up hope

I want to use the power of words
To share happiness
I am the Voyage for your minds
to take you to your promised land

A journey to the past if you want
Give you the best of the present
and also a glimpse of the future

I will make you share in the glory of legends
The power of gods
And the happiness of birds

Fly with me
If you appreciate me
I will come into your heart
And fill it with bliss

Until my last stanza  granting your wish
a kind of peace and
elegance you will crave for

When i put the last mark
On my last line
many still come in my family line
I just never die

Hello I am poetry
If you need escape
Just call my line
I have something for everyone

I am not a poet,
But a poem,
Just trying to complete myself.
Or maybe,
-I am Completing myself..

Caught a glimmer of joy in his eyes, icy cold
as I left on that bus, he was smiling,
though the memory's quite old and the shimmer has dulled,
it's a full-color framed, out of filing.

Sepia pictures more often I hold
old negatives covered in grime
it's a shame, though foretold, that we're all growing old
with limited space and less time.

Considering self, I'm content on that shelf,
with my picture fresh smile set in stone
just like Walter Mitty, whose lost in a city
of thought, I am mostly alone.

Despite all the charm which my countenance exudes,
these tattered old blinds can't conceal
soft light filters truth from my cheap platitudes
and the good from the dark stuff I feel.

Over there in the closet, a huge bank deposit
I'm saving for something worth while
been trusting the Lord. yet can never afford
that 'single and lovin it' smile.

The clock on wall tells me just where I stand
and it's chime brings the heartache of doom
as the seconds tick by, I can't help but cry
all alone in my heart's old dark room.

Watching my step, I tread deep within
without the desire to save face
I gaze at a skin, done by guilt of that sin
in the light of God's love and sweet grace.

Though my heart is your home I've n'er let You roam
through these passages marked 'Do Not Enter'
they lead to the room where the waft meets the loom
forming poems wherein I am the center.

The fabric you see in that heap seems to weep
burdened down with my aches and my pains
I've asked that you'd heal all this stuff while I sleep
but I wake and the damage remains

Your Spirit reminds me, at home in my heart
how you've taken my sin to the grave
it's your pleasure to clean up, yet I must forgive
and let go of the garbage I save.

Afraid now to look any further for fear
we'll discover the worst yet to come
You tell me to follow, for You hold me dear
since we're no longer two now but one.

Beginning to see how I'd lost all my hope
when I left on that bus in the rain
I forgive him for not being able to cope
without love and the will to remain.

You Lord, my comfort have been here within
you know how my heart is in shambles
You've rolled back the stone, I'm no longer my own
and you smile though my poetry rambles.

So welcome, my friend, yes it's been quite a while
since we've bathed in the sun and run free
got a mind for preserving your beautiful smile
in my state of the heart gallery!