When everyone is going forward
I find myself
leaning
backwards to the simpler things

I
c//r//a\ck\ed
my
ribcage open
((because the love))
(((((my heart carries)))))
(((((((((((((((((grew it)))))))))))))))))))))
and now it
doesn't fit
any
more

I asked for a peek
and I
f
   e
l
    l
ever
since
then

Here,
Let me wet
your quill
That's what
I call
a fresh
start

Adrenaline ignites me
Poetry serenades me
Routine murders me
Romance sedates me
Rain waltz's me
Music hypnotizes me
Chaos romances me
Instability intrigues me
Art melts me
Reality scares me
Society humors me
Classics make me
Time molds me
Lessons create me
Family guides me
Summer strips me
Friends hold me
Colors birth me
Laughter tears me  

&

You, my sweet
are all the above

He asked me to stop asking him about loving me.

It rained in May
Maybe it's a sign
that even
April showers
unnaturally, can be
May's showers too

I placed a
"We're closed" sign
over my heart

It weighed on it
b
U
t

It's about time
we do some
spring cleaning

He ended the year with
"you'll always be single"
I smirked with a tear and said,
"Have you met my personalities?"

I fell off the bed
little did I know
that I was
falling
in
something I have already
fallen for

You have your life
and I have "mind"

Poets are emotional rockstars
causing rokkus
getting ****-drunk off of anything
that moves them
wrecking rooms
of highs after falling
grabbing the "feels"
and smashing them
on the stage of their life
fearless and loud
Now, that's adrenaline

Today I lost something I never had
and it hurt even more than when I did

A poem
of 365 days
is in the making

A story of events
is brewing

A blank page
is aching

&
I can't wait to meet my characters

I get defensive
when my poems
are attacked by reality

Sleep
only
- robs me -
of
your
presence

I write from left to... write
I also "right" what's left from wrong
but when I write from right to left
I change the rites
of you

Poets dream, they always do
about the impossible made possible
within stanzas and words
they think they weave magic into routine
and move hearts like the mellifluous motion of honey
dense sweet and sticky
connecting one chest to another

Poets claw through the mundane
to find the shimmering light of drama
the stirring stick, with the tumultuous traits

They cannot settle for the norm
they find it deformed
for when that happens
they reach for toxins
to remedy
the normality

Lessen Lessons & Listen

I cut the anchor
that keeps making me fall
and little did I know
that f
a
l
l
i
n
g

also feels like
f                     o                 in
                         l                   at                       g

Maybe age
stresses you to un-stress
and that's the magic formula

"You're getting younger",
my life said as it gazed into my eyes.

"Can I whisper something?",
I smiled, as I marveled back.

My life cupped my face and pulled it closer,
"tell me, gorgeous".

"I am loving myself,"
I sighed.

What intrigues me
is how every woman
wears her "woman"
beautifully

I watched a movie the other day
the intro credits
were more of an intro
to you in this space
sober and aware
the air in between
well at least for me
felt different

The movie commenced
till a tune
a soundtrack
hit a scene
I nestling on the floor
beneath
felt
his feet
beat
to the beats
following the per second
theme

He's never seen this scene before
nor the movie as a whole
that's how you know
music runs through
his veins
without him
saying a word
tap tap ... wait tap
tap tap tap...wait tap tap
till the scene ended
he came back from his trance
he was watching the movie
again

Here's to the
"relate"
in
relationships