When it seems the happiness has given up on you
and you think there is no way through
When you see an endless road ahead
and no one seems to understand the words you've said

When you feel alone with no friendly face around
and your feet are in the air and your head in the ground
There is something pure on the other side
just wait and see, and don't try to hide

We are what we believe in
so don't be naive and let be deceived
In this enduring moment of weakness
The answer lies in your uniqueness

God put a smile upon your face for a reason
so use it well in this rainy season
You are the architect of this life of yours
so let there be light behind the closed doors

You have the strength to move the walls ahead
so let there be purity to put away the dread
We all are special in some way or other
so don't you dare give up and try to be another

There is always a force behind our backs
that helps us stay back on the tracks
So do not forget this, my soul friend of mine
at the end of the night the sun always shines

This is a happy poem.
Because not enough poems are happy.
And I need something happy,
To feel better today.
So this,
Is a happy poem.

I loved you not because you loved me...


But because I was a hurricane            
And you loved to dance in the rain.

Unquenchable thirst,adrift, lost at sea
I let fly my white dove,but returned he to me

No branch of an olive tree, held he in his beak
No sign of land the outlook was bleak

Had I one swallow,one droplet of rain
I still would be miserable,my problems remain

No water,no money,no freeflowing  tears
Can fix what's been broken for so many years

"What can I do?" or "How can I help?"
There is no solution,I know not myself

Time heals all wounds,but a wound there's never been
It's just a day to day struggle ,a struggle within.

a curve of green
stems
in a brown
jar

I cannot find
my peace of mind,
the weight of which crushes me
and I know not where I am again.

Like being so far away from home,
the smell of clothes
takes me back to the
last time I was in them.

I trace these thoughts
as I trace the curve of your spine-
immaculate ridges like the ride of
the cobblestones on your porch.

I find my solace
in the perfect arches of your shoulders
like the hold of the hearth
that keeps me warm.

I stow my secrets
into the unbreakable weave of your ribs,
safe and sound into the vault
of your tireless heart.

And dreams I dream
to the lullaby
of your ebb and flow
heartbeat.

That night our love was
fluorescent and mint-green.

Air stood still in the hospital halls,
and I could hear your lungs at work.

I took my shoes off to match you,
and let the sleeping tile freeze my soles.

I only felt suited when
I could share a fraction of your pain.

A promise was made.
We would keep your bracelet.

When you are released,
we'll stash it in a safe place.

When a plague sinks its teeth,
I'll put your bracelet on.

To remind me of the wounds
I wanted to take for you.

I use to write when I thought death was by my side.
I would write because it was the only way to save my life.

I write now to tell a story.
I write now not for the fame and glory,
But because I am a mess.
I have a pain in my chest.

I write now to set myself free.
So please bare with me.
I know my writing is not the best cup of tea.

My vocabulary is plain and mundane.
My writing must be the same.

I just want to be saved.