It’s strange to be a stranger to you
Even though years have passed,
I hope you think of me
And how we made it last.

Your golden curls and goofy smile,
Burned inside my memory
School yard parks late at night,
The way you made me smile,
Oh so bright.

I wonder what you are doing now,
I hope you are happy and not alone.
I hope you found laughter
And a love that healed and was strongly grown.

Do you remember how we told each other everything,
How proud I was of the silly twisted bracelet ring?

Are you still Afraid if lady bugs,
The way they fly, they way they crawl?
Do you still give the world's warmest hugs,
Is Elmo is the best above all?

I grew up loving you,
So I beginning to accept that will never change,
But the fact that I don't know you any more,
will always be forever strange....

Author
pulled me in
to sink..

never
ever
let someone make you feel bad
or upset
over a choice that makes you happy
and feel free

The only thing that scares me most is the sunrise.
The moment I see daylight spreading over houses and trees, all my fears become alive.
The fear of people seeing the pain of lost love in my eyes.
The fear that someday my smile will no longer be able to hide the anguish of broken heart.
The fear of breaking down in front of a crowd.
The fear of loving and getting attached.
The fear of unrequited love scares me.
The darkness of night hides all my fears in my eyes that nobody can see.

#15

If we were young men
  if we were strong

If we had fresh words
  to add to our song

If we were soldiers
  with war in our veins

If we were poets
  our voices reclaimed

If we were lovers
  of women that cried

If we went wandering
  our heart’s reapplied

If we were statesmen
  the world in our grasp

If we were sailors
  the wind at our backs

If we were farmers
  with meadows so green

If we were actors
  on stages supreme

If we were hunters
  new wolf on the prowl

If we were dreamers
  all wishes allowed

If we were young men
  still facing the sun

But alas, we are old
—and darkness has come

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Sitting under the rain
Splashing the water
Smiling to myself
This is the moment
Looking up and
Feeling raindrops
On my face
This is the moment
Standing up and
Dancing like an idiot
Then slipping
And falling down
This is the moment
Getting up and
Laughing loudly
And start dancing again
This is the moment
When I forget
All my worries
All the stupid things
that ruined my day
This is the moment
When I realise
How beautiful life is.....

I had my first dream last night that you weren't in.
not even a minor character,
your ****** name wasn't even in the credits,
let alone plastered across the sky in flashing lights
like you want it to be.
my first reality that you didn't belong in,
and it was the most blissful peace that I can remember since we bathed in pools of cloud.

I heard the first song that didn't make me think of you yesterday.
the lyrics, for once, were just lyrics,
not an embodiment of you and the things you do.
guess what?
it was coldplay.
you always hated coldplay.

this morning, I basked in the sun and didn't picture you coated in gold light beside me.
I didn't look at the leaves adorning the trees and picture your face laughing beneath it.

I didn't trace the plate lines of my palm and imagine the earthquake we used to create when yours collided with mine.

I didn't eat new food that I wanted you to try and I didn't want to share the smallest details of my day with you.

you may have won this poem, loverboy,
but don't be too triumphant.
your victory won't last long.
it's the era of my new beginnings without you and I'm going to be just fine.