not all poetry is written
nor does every poet write,
my lover is a poet who
turns skin to parchment
and composes sonnets
in the night.

I tucked my throwaway tears
into the cracks of city sidewalks,
between the phantom footprints
that you left behind on your
way to something better.

You'll never love yourself
half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right darling
but I want you to.
If I let you know,
I'm here, for you.
Maybe you'll love yourself
like I, love you.

I visited
the park today,
just for old time's sake,
and rode the swings too high,
until I feared
I'd flip over the top.

Falling face first
toward the ground
was the only way
I could recreate
the sinking in my gut
I felt when we would
kiss.

there are cut lines of powder
on a mirror on my desk
and I am doing my best
not to think of what you would say
if you knew
there are eight reasons
in my gut
for why I am failing
and I am railing
so hard against myself
that all you see is me
keeping busy
I am offering my palm
to the sun each morning
giving my green thumb to the plants
on my window sill
layering my face with aloe leaves
you might find it hard to believe
what I do
on a tuesday night

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i'm just a vessel, words pass through me,
my mind is a clouded place, you cant understand my nature,
I have been through alot of tortures, mental,
you see, i revived myself in other find myself,
tired of hiding in the shadows, becoming so shallow,
my mind is a battlefield, my words are my greatest shield,
beauty, lied under her lips, her words,
she, she was my greatest gift, but I have learned to let go the best things in life,
shoutout to my ex, she made me grow.
she turned me from been an ordinary guy to a poet,
now i dream elusive. i think exclusive,
even tho I tried to make we work like a telecommunication,
when I find my next, I will never lose the communication,
they say, they don't know me anymore, the person I have become,
you changed me, the world, you made me,
i write poems on my skin, in hidden places at night when it's 2am,
in between heaven and earth,
thats where I find my serenity,
counting the stars as I dig my feets in the ocean in motion,
so many things I see not, I wish I saw to pen into words,
the waves, war of both worlds, a constant battle like the heart of man,
we claim we are educated but still find love complicated,
broken every piece of physics still can't find the mystery to life,
we claim we are soft hearted but yet, we find it hard to forgive even those we love,
these are deep words that burn in my soul as it echoes at night,
as I chat with my folks I see them lose hope,
hope on life, like the knife was drawn to their throat ready to slay, cold.
imagine,
imagine how people see life, they have planted a seed of failure left to grow, groomed & watered with empty thought,
but no,life is beautiful,
like the eyes of a woman, so delicate like an egg,
we protected by God like the shell,
sometimes we need to climb the hills to feel,
to heal, to grow,
my mind,
my mind is a hidden room, filled with words,
& poetry is my only escape,
from the ridges to the bridges,
I seek to know more, I flip the pages,
in each flip I flip, I have a tear drop on each page to remember me of we,
I once wrote a poem on a red rose,
and sang each words to the moon at night,
hoping the stars will kiss her through the window,
with a light so bright,
once upon a time I watched Romeo & Juliet,
I never knew u would leave me so soon in June yet,
without no melody,
do you still remember my name, or you only tune me on. when you bored?
my love was so deep I told motherland she wasn't as pretty as you are.
she still reflect,
I dreamt of you and me together, summer, my hand inside you further,
I kissed away your fear and inhaled your breathe,
I tasted your fanta a fantasy and you complimented my size,
fantasize,
if my heart was to love till now, I place my hand on my chest,
for I have never seen true beauty till that night.