Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just
pretentious?

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?

Countless faces in front of me,
belief and trust they’ve given me,
words of wisdom they’ve evoked,
spirits of my fear they’ve convoked.

Numerous failures I have encountered,
mistakes I have committed,
cloaked my sufferings,
left unshown on my face.

Always, I question myself,
who am I to believe upon?
I am confused,
I am in doubt.

What if it was us.
The bench held two
The car held two
The trail held two
The sand held two
The stereo held two
What if it was us?

What if it was you.
The bench took your time
The car lifted your spirits
The trial brought your journey
The sand held your footprints
The stereo held your thoughts.
What if it was you?

What if it was me.
The bench held my hopes
The car drove my dreams
The trail took my eyes
The sand held my breath
The stereo held my words
What if it was me?

What if it was us.
What if the bench held our heads
What if the car carried our baggage
What if the trial took our hands
What if the sand caught our falls
What if the stereo said our intentions

What if it was us?

I'm so in love with you
I'm head over heels.
I've fallen so deep
And I never want to leave.

you looked at me from across the room
i never knew falling in love could happen so soon
but looking at you,
and bathing in the brown of your eyes
is like looking at the perfect night sky,
and i still fall for you, every time.

the first time i saw you
you took my breath away
and i never expected you to be the one
to remind me how to breathe again
to remind me how to love again
to teach me how to feel alive again

you have no idea how thrilled i am
just to know i will get to see you again
and hold you like you never left
even though i know that you are going to leave
even though i know that that is going to hurt
even though i know that there will be tears
even though i know that i will still love you

and even though i hope that you will always remember that.

I wrote a song about you
It turned out to be a sad song
Because you're not here
I couldn't be truly happy
Without you
Atleast not for a long time
Atleast not until you've found someone
That truly makes you happy
Because your happiness is
My happiness even if
I'm not the source of it.