She spoke of dreams
and chasing shooting stars
under galactic blankets
that covered them warm...

He kissed her quiet
"Shhh darlin'
you're doing it again..
you're reading my
thoughts"

I caught my breath
chasing after another

I put my hand on my chest
to tame a raging heart

"Calm down ******"
I said

"But I'm falling"
it replied

The day
you make a decision
that convinces
every cell in your body
is the day darling
you defy gravity
and walk
on clouds of
content

The fo(u)nder of fondness
lies in ^

Have I lost the touch
to fantasise
sober?

I have been long gone
I kept my memories
in a suitcase
preserved like fossils
in the museum of my room
but I will carry them with me
as I stumble on the
next thing
that falls in front of me

I have had mistakes
that tried to knock
on the walls of my mind
but it's about time
my brain learns
from practice
over and over
not to fall for their emotions
but to know how to cope with them

I have had moments
that tattooed smiles
on every neuron
creating memories
of moments
that I seek sanctuary in
whenever I find the need to

I have had the idea of change
marinating in me
almost forcing me to believe it
to live it, to breathe
then...

I have had you to look
into my eyes
sometime later
telling me to
"stop faking it
it's always
been you"

You stared at me
and made me feel
like I belong
in the night sky
and I made you
feel like my moon
but darling
when you blinked
the sun came out
and I was gone

She left her beauty
in the shade
preserved for those
who dare
walk into her darkness

She left her other self
in the shade
covered by the innocence
whose scent seduces those
bewitched by
the beauty of a rose

I watched a live band
yesterday
my stomach churned
against its empty walls
digesting emptiness
and simply
feeling human
....again

With a voice
so mellow
it mesmerized
hypnotized
the murmurs
to a silence

A marriage of strums
carried feelings
embraced
every stander
with a certain warmth
that reaches the heart
I heard my friend say
"they make fall
in love with myself"
how delicate of a statement
to float amidst
the dark space
dancing with their voices

Something pure
was taking place
and as an audience
we have longed for
such a feeling
so foreign
to carry us a bit closer
to our very core
reminding us
that it's possible
for a heart to smile
to prove that
innocence does
still exist

"Who are they?" I asked
"Waynick" she said

I heard this song once
trumpets of adrenaline
and beats of joy
combined to shoot my heart
with the best drug
my body has ever tasted

I heard this song once
it was 1 am, with drums
of elation mixed with decadent vibrations
my eyes couldn't handle it
they cried with joy

I heard this song once
in the back seat of a car
my limbs awakened
with movements reaching
higher for something better

I heard this song once
with drops of emotions
repeating, beating, dropping
with ineffable beauty
that words went silent

I heard this song once
my whole being shook
to the sound
that music can gift
and
my soul
moaned
with
pleasure

The curse of a writer is that
every word jotted down
is a reflection of every beat
the heart ripples through the body
that harnesses waves upon waves
of emotions from here and there
and the best part is that you will find
yourself there too
no matter who you are.

They want to escape, they cannot
but find a way to embrace the subject
of the matter with words that morph
stanzas into finger pointing
comments that strum your chords
and wait for the echo to die out
with the last period
on the last line.

I always say
it'll change
but the morning
will never be a sunset

I overdosed on my cupid's arrow
I trip and fall
at that first
different
"hello"

I excel
at the sport
of
fal
(in love)
ling

I am tired
of placing my heart
in places
where it should
not
be

I never knew
what it felt like
being loved
the way I love
until
I fell
for myself
through
the looking glass

My he(a)rt
(m)elts
at the
s(i)ght
of su(c)h (a)
(b)eautifu(l)
lif(e)

It knocked on my door
the cracked door the guarded
the core of what I call home

I have glued it so many times
sometimes with cheap adhesive
others, I thought I'd be artsy
and used gold
maybe something broken can be beautiful
or so I thought

It was cold outside
do you think that's why it knocked?
It wanted some sanctuary some ****** heat?

It knocked with all its might
I was alone inside, enjoying my aloneness
with glue, sticking together the remains
of time

"Go away"
I screamed, I knew who it was
the door was shaking with every pound
the core of this chamber was vibrating
rippling fear, well it's not fear per say
but something I've felt before
something familiar

"I don't want you here"
I yelled it the same way
I'd say it to a returning lover
******* and your doings

The wind blew and blew
and the pounding escalated
so did my screams

I can foretell what it wants
from the pounding
I can feel it again  
just like how a song can ignite
feelings from the past
just like a cologne can time travel you
to that moment, on that street
I know what it wants

Suddenly the pounding stopped
so did the nostalgia trip
I came back to reality
with a glue stick in my hand
and a shard of glass in the other
"caution fragile pieces can cause bleeding"

My mind was not completely at peace
curiosity kicked in, OH LORD IT DID
I jolted to the door
and peeked from the peep hole
there it was, in a raincoat
standing there, looking back at me

Frantic, I felt my knees weaken
the mind sparked some logic
but the heart, that stupid heart
embraced everything else

"Let me in
I miss my home, I miss the warmth
I can see that you glued the door
the one I jolted from
the one I cracked and broke"

I was scared, it was fear this time
mixed with bits and pieces of adrenaline
"I know this feeling, I know it"
I recounted in my head, making sure
it was engraved in my thoughts

"but if I do, it's different now
this house is no longer a home
it's cushioned with protection
glued with experience
decorated with time
and fortified by mental rationale"

It knocked again
like an angry lover
aching to touch his woman again
like an insane human
coming off of his prozac

"It's time, you're rotting
from the inside, I know your beauty is eternal
but it's time you let me in"

Tears ran down my cheeks
I do miss the feeling
of sweaty palms, of butterflies
that feeling of fading into one
of smiling, of pausing time

But I do know that if I open that door
I will be the
person
to throw him out again
breaking
my cracked door
starting from scratch

What do you think?
Should I let him in
this
time
around?

or shall I wait
for the person
who comes jolting through
burning my door with passion
surprising
my core?

Blah, I just want to eat your brain
and experience
what's it like to think with
your thoughts
feel with your feelings
and see with your sight

Grrr, I want to kiss with your tongue
and feel hers, warm and ***** flavored
with a hint of cranberry
Yum, I can already taste it baby

Breathes, I want to exhale
smoke with your lungs
tinted and abused,
over used yet they never
refused working

******, I want to grab her waist
with your arms
and slide them down to her hip bones
and sway her with those beats
that she loves so freaking much

Oh, I want to mess her hair
with your fingers and feel every strand
as it leaves the tips of them
magically numb

Gahd, I want to see through your eyes
and paint my very own masterpiece of her
see what you see, and see it well
"Hey", I want to vocalize
all that's in my mind
and lull her to my arms

T(he)
Truth
About
(L)ies
in
(L)ines
Beneath
the Earth

My dreams left remnants
in the corners of my mind
slowly turning to dust
as the light of dawn
slithers through
my brain
each and
every
morning

Catch me before
the cusp of dawn
and I'll show you
how I can
blur the lines
between your dreams
and my reality
and make
your days
a living fantasy

Face to Face
nose to nose
jousting breaths
teasing
every sense
in their bodies

Lips close but not
quite, so much to say
yet silence inhibited
all sense of speech

His hands
slid sensually up and down
her spine
strumming seductive moans
she was his cello
and he, her cellist
conducting a symphony
that she
and only she
can excel at

Jousting breaths
high moans
tender touches
skin on skin
it's just
ethereal

I hate you
she screamed at the mirror
I hate every ounce of you
settling on my love handles

I hate you
she yelled
I hate how you redden my cheeks
with health

I hate you
she clawed at her reflection
I hate how I am not beautiful
the way beautiful is supposed to be

I fu$%ing hate you
as she clenched at her hip bones
I hate how they don't protrude
because that's pretty, right?

I abhor you
as she fell on her knees
wrapping her thighs with both hands
hoping they'd meet, or just touch

I hate you
for harboring calories
in my thighs and belly

I hate you
for making me feel
like an elephant in a room
full of boney barbies

I, don't know anymore
she cried
I am taking it out
at the one thing
that keeps me alive

I just know I hate you

It was the base of all
It had rules and guidelines
and ****** it had time out's
and should's and must's

It was the quarter
that molded the center of you
that gave you that armor
that shield
and most importantly
that helmet

Sometimes there was war
and the walls shook from the screams
and other moments, the warmth melted
the hostility within

It held as many members as it could
and sometimes it magically expanded
as the people grew more and more

You left it for long periods of time
you thought you'd enjoy the liberty
from those guidelines and such
and you did

But at the end of the day
you will always know
the road back
like the back of your hand

You will always
find your
way
home

He broke me
in half
little did he know
that my insides
burned
all his
foreseen
expectations

I saw her under a different light
it bounced off of her pale white skin
delicate and porcelain like

I saw her under the blatant sunshine
it gilded her hair, turning her into a goddess
of beauty
full of mystique

I saw her under the silver stars
glow
on her sleeping eyes
showing me the woman within

I saw her under the dimming lights
of the bar, swaying her hair
carelessly, becoming one
with the music

I saw her under the sheets
of instincts
when her whole body
mounted me with confidence
telling me
"it's different"

that's when I saw her
she transcended from under a different light
to a different
world
my kind of
world

It drives me mad
this tornado inside
vibrating my heart
palpitating my breaths

It dwindles my body
to a state of trance
within a trance
within a trance

My eyes close
my mouth smiles
have I truly gone mad?

A song plays
it's the soundtrack to my hazy daydreams
the ones that are so good
you could feel them again
you get light-headed
you get dizzy
oh day-dreams, little shots of sweet escapes

My eyes drift
beyond the obvious or even through them
wait, have I been drugged?
My body is feeble, the tornadoes
caused a mess, even Mary Poppins and her perks couldn't fix

Sleepless nights
drowsy days
what a mess indeed
sober work days
intoxicated nights
yet that stupid smile
those silly day dreams
Darling, I think
I have really gone Mad

I used to look
now I see

I used to crush
now I love

I used to hug
now I embrace

I used to rage
now I engage

I used to jump to conclude
now I skate to it
taking my
time

I used to fall in
now I rise to
taking you
with me

I used to blush
and
I still
do

You know
you're aging
when silence
becomes a major
part
of your
presence

Forgive me
I have decided
to forgive
myself
this
time

The mind comes
out to play
when the
heart chooses to lay
to rest
and
what a dangerous
game
it is

I stood
on the stone
of sturdiness
only
to find myself
far away from
stability
and simply
balancing

A poet's curse
is the thriving
on extreme emotions
for what's a pen without ink?

I found sanctuary
in every line I wrote
for my tongue
cringed at the mere
thought of saying it

I found peace in every
pencil stroke that created a word
too heavy for my heart to carry

I found serenity
in the sound of turning pages
as they filled with stanzas
stories and random ideas
that my voice could not voice

I found strength
in every time I held
that blank page from turning
and seeing the unwritten
through my mind's eye
creating itself

I found uniqueness
in the way I integrated
"what I could not say"
with
"what I can write"

I found a way
to embody memories
and bring them to life
every time the tip of my pencil
touches that blank slate

I found a way to talk to you
and word *****
things I'd never imagine
my mouth would utter

At least I found a
a way!!

The spark of fire
in your eyes
unleashed
a series of
fireworks
in mine

It's the lump
that nestles like
a ridged rock
in your throat
that claws
the passage of words
every time
a word makes it to your mouth

Vent my darling,
put that finger in your mouth
and ***** all that's clawing
your mind with uncertainty
with uneasiness
I am here
massaging your back
as the acid of that *****
leaves an after taste
of "not the right mood"

I am here comforting you
as you sit back
breathing, feeling lighter

I am here
injecting you with pluses
that I hope
take you back
to the right side of the bed
this morning

I sold my soul
to poetry
because the devil
rejected it
he told me
"it's too fiery for hell
it'll do better
melting hearts"

Truth knocked on my heart
it hurt to hear its noise
I knew if I opened
I would never
be the same
again

Picking hearts
is like picking fruits
we like them, ripe
supple and oh so sweet

If thoughts can
meet half way across
the ocean
and tornado a whirlpool
of the unspoken
King Triton would
be threatened
by the intensity
of human
expression

Her.

“Good Morning gorgeous”
echoes down the hall
her voice altered
into a decibel
that she created
a clear tone only meant
to the one who knows

I have looked at her for 27 years
and counting, I witnessed growth
naturally aligned with her stars
never gone astray
with a mind for a compass
a heart to balance and a body to embrace
those who need

Her strength bewitched me
from mishaps to miracles
her legs never failed her
from tree climbing to moving houses
from cartwheels to driving in foggy weather
Her courage moved me
from enduring unfairness
to teaching about fairness
her rationale calmed me
and it was when she carried her baby
that I felt mother nature adopt her into motherhood
blessing her with power unknown to man
with endurance with love, with intensified
fountains of love, waterfalling everyday
every night into her baby’s heart
filling her with a glow only she knows how to grow

I saw her in a different light
with her own world between her arms
marveling at the strength that body has
to carry and nourish

She has become a mother
even though from time to time
I still steal a glance at the sister I knew
but I, now, am the proud sister of a mother.

A resting pencil
insinuates a dying
poet

If my hands
knew no limitations
to what my mind
speaks
papers would
blush
at the intensity
of what
a fire sign
feels

I glanced at him
in the car ride home
we both shared the backseat

Dwindling between sobriety
and the hazy reality
just like the wine in the bottle
resting between my hands
our logic made no sense
it even gave up

As the mumbles in the car
increased so did the vibrations
in our silence
the back seat had a world of its own

Full of untold attractions
engraved mysteries only those
who specialize in none verbal communication
can decode

There it is again
that glance, he's not looking
but she lays her vision
on him, tripping through
a roller-coaster of bottled emotions
she opens her mouth, but nothing
comes out,

It's a complicated situation
that even the back seat of the car
can tell

He turned to sneak a look
she looked away
at the window, she smiles
to her self
to the thoughts that lay themselves
in front of her vision, her only vision

He slithered his hand
to journey all the way from his side
to hers, an adventure that seemed to be
the most dangerous one of all

It made it over the armrest
slowly...
She still staring outside, marveling
at what she knows, he knows

She felt a warm embrace
and entwine between her fingers
she still didn't turn yet
but she knew....
that he knew
what they
both
know

I blame poetry
for turning
my life
into
fantasy