I don't read signs well
I put myself
in stories with
twists and turns

I kinda go
with my signs
blindly
after all
love is blind

The tabs of my mind
miss your fingers
skimming through them
index first
middle next
till you find yourself
running till you
find
thoughts of
you

Someone tol(d) me:
"feel the love
from your (a)ccomplishme(n)ts
versus the love from humans
(i)t's way mor(e) satisfying, (l)ovely"

Today,
I thank you

Don't impose
your editorial skills
on my story
unless you
want to add
yourself
to my
chapters

There is no wrong
in falling foolishly
for the things
that make you feel alive
as there is no greater feeling
than a beating heart
that still
simply
beats

I want to keep
the version
of you
that's
only
friends
with the
moon & the stars

Hello,
I am she,
a year old
in your
memory...
31 in mine
have we
met before?
it feels
it's just more

Fool me once
shame on you
fool me twice
shame on me
fool me thrice
it's ok
fool me
four times
**** it
I want to rhyme
Fool me five or six
even seven times
so be it
I always want
to be a fool for you

It's more
than just
a blink
when
I dream
in between

A

s
h
o
t
to the
heart is
all it takes
for it to skip a beat

I feel that my body is melting
and blending in to the ground
this weak feeling is the death of all things colored

This drained sensation
settles in the bags under my eyes
and creates its own nocturnal colors

This pale color paints my skin
with a yellowish hue, from my face
to my toes

This feeble aura
attacks me in the worst states
causing my head to twirl and rest to one side
burdening my eye lids with weight
that sleep and only sleep understands

This sleepless image
that made its way to my legs and body
had found a void to fill
and core to call home
paving the way to insomnia
oh please NO..

This..

Drown
yourself
in
your
self
worth
not
your
tears

You know that thing
that lingers
in your mind
after you sleep
that burdens you
with heavy eye lids
and dark loud heart beats
that bulk of
"I don't know what"
in your throat..

Say it
for with words,
you have nothing to lose

Of all the flags
that I have seen
red, green, purple, blue
and God knows what
none did I collect
for I think
the color
I desire
is being
created

In poetry
nothing
can
reflect
anything

It's not always easy
to accept what
curveballs life
throws at you

Sometimes you need to
grab that baseball bat
and hit them back
where they belong

You
confused
my pencil tips,
they used to write poetry
Now, they doodle in lines in bewilderment
aimlessly drawing the words in sketches of an amateur love

Lust
is l(ove) (st)reet
without
you

Lust is
Lost
without
you

Lust is
life with
"I" (f)eeling (e)xcited

Lust is
flexible
but never
a sin
until
it is
with
(u)

I saw a storm
brewing
I could have
easily stepped
over it

But the raging winds
the piercing rains
and you
were just too irrisitable
and the calm I was in
was too
stable

There was never
a day that satiated
my being
till I found
my reflection
smiling
back
for
no
reason

It's not the time
it's the toll

You spun me around
like a flower between your fingers
You dusted the remnants off of me
as you blew kisses

You carried me in your hair
as you walked carelessly
but thoughtfully

You gave me to your lover
smiling hoping, I'd give her the same
smile I gave you, when you found me

She smelled me
filling her head with scents
of natural seduction
that made her eyes dilate
and her mouth expand
from each side

"what's this?" she exclaimed
"that's love"
he said

I stood there
naked in front of you
exposing my mind
laying it on paper 
in the dim lit room 
stripped from
all the limitations 
that my conscience 
lays on me 
like a heavy wet blanket
silhouetting my curves
separating me
from bashfulness
and my true nature

I undressed
my cards
My Kings & Queens
lay there looking at you
and all you did
was keep
yours
folded

I am a mess
aligned
in stanzas

There are moments
under the sun
where my heart
remembers warmth
and beats
a blush to
my cheeks

Here's to the poems that never made it
I will forever smile in your memory
clandestine

One hand
loses itself
in straight lines
as they curve
around that white
paper connecting
his mind to paper

While the other
taps, in synch
with those thoughts
balancing his being
between art
and
reality

"What is your greatest fear?" he asked.

"For words to flee" she said.

When a poet's heart skips a beat
it's only a comma before the
******

a space between the next
best adjective

a period before the
capital start ....


(takes a deep breath)

Darling
you shine like the sun
burning those who
tried to shade you
with insecurities
and warming those
who smiled back at you
when you rose

Wasted time
waisted time
way still (ed) time
Weigh distilled wine
waited lines
till when?

There was so much in our bodies
that they lost balance
and found themselves entwined
tangled legs on messy sheets
sideways far from bed frames

Senses heightened, sobriety abandoned
She's on top, her view was powerful
his view was magical, his goddess

TBC ...

I ignored the universe
when it
showered me with signs
over and over

I changed paths
took detours
redrew a map

But at the end of it all
looks up
Hi.
Again.

I grasped my final
breath
and screamed
"I feel alive"
holding on
to the last
beat
the
hit
for
you

If your brain was sane
would it push me against the wall
on the ***** stairs of my street
and kiss me drunk

If your brain was sane
would it defy all the bombs
of "no's" and escape the quiet
mines that lie beneath
that playground
of buried
"i think i
love you"