I giggled when
I heard them say
things about me

"Sharpens pencil"

If space and time
were to entwine
I'd loop through
the galaxies
with fantasies
infinite times
in my mind

Over stars and black holes
comets and planets
If only time and space
were to entwine
infinity would turn
into my everyday

When there's so much
love locked in my ribcage
I only wish God
grants mercy
to those who shall receive it

For my tsunami of emotions
will shake
the loneliest of islands
an earthquake of beats
will beat life into the lifeless
and love.. oh love
will melt the
frost off
your
chest
and
the
dust
off
your
smile

My vision
seeks you
like an
escaping sun ray
through a grey
cloudy sky
clear
and bright

Her eyes dimmed
with every blink
that sparkle dissolved
in that black hole
that centered in the middle
of the pale blue eyes

Her body fluctuated
letting go of all things youth
from the tightness of her skin
to the fresh round cheeks
that once screamed health

Her hair darkened
those golden curls
straightened their act
falling on her hollow cheeks

Her neck that once stood tall
hid behind her gigantic scarves
keeping its seductive scent to her
and her alone

Her belly that once digested
the harshest of adventures
lay there, barely full

Her legs that danced with the moon
and ran with the sun, shivered
every time they pounded the pavement

Her fingers that once
narrated a sea of stories in a day or two
but now lay there helplessly
with no pen to hold
no inspiration to burn
within

It was the first time
she stared at a blank page
and shrugged her shoulders
and said "so what"

that was the moment
her muse
fell down to her knees
and cried rainfalls
of tears

I crashed my doubts
on the shore of the unknown
and they dissipated between
the sand grains of certainty
till they settled in the dark
away from my
meddling mind

Foolish, faulty
         feathers of quill
                                     Create
         Dizzy, drunk,
                  doodles on paper
        
                                            Drizzling
               Intense, irreversible
                                                Ink
                                                        Spilling
                          Curious, chaotic
                                            chemical imbalances  
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                                                                                      d
                                                                                         l
                                                                                            e
                                                                                               s
                                                                                                  s
                                                                                                    l
                                                                                                      y

And then I heard
her heart
through
the screams
that trickled
down her cheeks

She speaks...

What's happening to you?
Your face blushes
making red roses jealous of your hue

What's happening to you?
You start shaking like a leaf in autumn
weightless and easily moved

What's happening to you?
You never look him in the eye
for fear of being to obvious

What's happening to you?
A single hello makes you curl
like a shy teenager on the verge of experiencing
"emotions"

What's happening to you?
Your old enough to have mastered such things
Your the maestro of your own heartbeats
but there's something different

What's happening to you?
Your shell has hardened enough
to be affected by butterflies
inside and all around

What's happening to you?
are
you
feeling
again?

I saw a clear black line
the other day
It was as grim as their pale faces
their blank expressions
reflected the missing person
the one whose story as met its end

I stood there across from their tears
and wondered, to what caliber of sympathy
does my heart ally with theirs

Their shoes were too black to fit
their faces where too apathetic to confront

It was black in all sense of the color
it was grim, even nature felt the emptiness
I stood there, I noticed
that humans and their emotions
are as distinguished
as their features

Sympathy is just a term
coined to soothe to comfort
but never truly felt
for my heart
will
never be like yours
nor
yours like
mine

I lost myself once
I fell for music
I succumb to the beats
as they stripped my layers
one by one

I lost myself once
I fell for my curiosity
as it lead me down paths
I never knew were paved

I lost myself once
I fell for the handsome boy
with a rotten core
as it deceived my naive being

I lost myself once
I fell for my selfishness
that uncovered deep embedded cravings
and that was fine

I lost myself once
I fell for myself
which lead me down the road
of self discovery
and to my surprise was not as ugly

I lost myself once
I fell for the night
with all its seductive mystery
forgetting how silly felt so lovely

I lost myself once
I fell for him and her
I fell for mornings and nights

I lost myself once
and met great people
whose heart was as beautiful as their faces
I shook hands with those
whose love glowed in their aura
and whose understanding was as discrete as mine

I lost myself once
and sat next to those
who showed the same fear
I had, when it came to breaking the barriers
that guarded their hearts so carefully

I lost myself once
and realized I was found
in
every
word
I
wrote

when did you lose yourself
fully?
Trust me its
a wild trip
full of
ambiguity

Baby, break me more
there's nothing
that turns me on
than the sound
of the cracks
as they mark
my heart

Break me more
for my muses
yearn for broken
chaos to ignite
that burning passion
gliding and guiding
my hand on that
blank paper

Break me, my dear
for I have conjured
spells that translate
into novels and poems
that stir my soul
only when it's
broken

Break me
I have fallen
for
broken

The moment of truth
lies in the second
you end your poem
with an exhale
and you look
up

I always told
you
you'(r)e
too precious
to be
me(a)su(r)(e)d

Locks of charcoal black
Sleek and smooth
like the mountain peaks
when covered with fresh snow
thick with stories of winter
my hands find warmth
running through

Hands ice cold
hold the chills
of the winter season
in his fingertips

As they glide
Down my skin caressing my curves
leaving a trail of goosebumps
one for every cold snowflake kiss

Rough and dry
his breath blows the summer heat
Off my belly
Where it used to settle
and nestle
tanning for hours
now leave my body
every time
he exhales
while he’s on top

Suddenly, it feels like winter
moments freeze
time stops
nature wears white
seducing him away from me

He’s waiting by the window
And I beside him
“It’s cold outside love” I said
He turned to me
exhaled a sigh of relief
“It’s the best kind, my darling” he said

The further
I moved away
from my traumata
the closer I see
them running towards me

It’s like a parasitic
relationship
I let them happen
I let them stay
thinking that
if I bought them
a jersey
with
“norm” stitched on it
I would fall for
their play

Head first
stumbled on the pebbles
of doubt
as it cautiously
stepped on each one
testing the strength of its base
before moving to the next
because, "now we know better"

Eyes then
scanned the surrounding
as they slowly blended
what they see and what they saw
into one beautiful reality
because "time"

Touch after,
the skin since it passed over
the heaps of days, months
and years that aged gracefully
into the most intricate lines
that are shunned by many
but I praise
and call "wrinkles"

Smell later
the musky smell
of your current being
fermented with experience
rich taste and oh so "you"

Fall,  
away from the warning signs
since falling now
sounds like such a
good idea

Dear fellow poets,

Try to vocalize
what you immortalize on paper.

Sincerely,
your courage.

Actions don't dictate my behavior
let me latch onto the next bottle
sitting across my vision
settled, calm

Let me drink and word *****
on your shoes
leaving a stench that will remind
you of the hazy days
spent, boozed up

Let me smoke till my lungs
beg for a molecule of oxygen
to freshen it's dank corners

Let me wobble on the sidewalk
reminding my feet which one goes first
let me sway, cursing whatever
injected my heart with a dose
of forbidden feelings

Leave my vision of tomorrow
the same, swallow the the changes
like an unwanted gag
drown it with that burning liquid

Let me be, as if the next encounter
is just seconds away
let me
be

The sun kissed her
skin to a passionate burn
******* all the energy
from her
yet she was able
to float with the
turbulent waves
of that ocean
as they
complemented
those of her
heart

I fell through
the circles of hell
and the further
the more
I fell
the more
fire felt like warmth
struggle felt common
and hell more
like home

There was a little dash once
that lead me from here - here…
sometimes it showed me time
and how long and short it can be
from Christmas – my birthday or
from Thursday – Friday
and other times,
when I dot my i’s cross my t’s
this little dash adds a little extra..
from – to +

For once
I put my heart on hold
and it failed
to stop beating

For once
I detached it
from my body
and it failed
to stop feeling

For once
I scolded it
for feeling so much
and it failed
to stop giving

For once
I told it
to take a break
and it failed
to listen

For once
I ignored it
and it failed
at keeping me
at peace

I looked up
and
I fell

*read in
reverse
it
works

I have never felt
this humiliated and betrayed
by my heart

It looked at my life
and beat that strong thud
that sent my foot
pushing down on the ground
in staccato
telling me "enough"

Send n(you)des
Send (new)des

Always
"Permanently delete"

No one ever
wants to
look through
"Trash"

File
"New document"

He kissed
my flower


























































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*you naughty minds - smirks

Maybe I mistook
love
for being drunk
on the abundance
of heart beats
that kept on beating
intoxicating
my sobriety
blurring my
thinking

Some remain
pouring emotions
involuntarily
giving, providing

Some embrace
some comfort
with no conditions

Some stay
regardless, they care
they kiss,
their minds and hearts
join forces to soothe the world
between, within

Some calm
aid, make a presence
some are here
and stay here

They love

Some eyes glisten
hands sweaty
uncontrolled smile
I don't know what it is

Some look
it's not any look
it's a look that floods
your vision with your view
that center of attention

Some giggle
it's the butterflies
they flutter in your stomach
their untamed nature
makes its way to your face
your mouth
your mind

Some fall
into a rabbit hole of your own
through a colored tunnel
that colors your vision
giving you rosey glasses
providing your with a new perspective
a new view, a hue that you and only
you enjoy

Some fall in love!

Let me fall in love
with love
and imagine
the kind of world
around me
that seduces you
to explore
just a bit more

Fall in love with me
and lets love
the fall
with a love
being
in
love

I have given pieces of my heart
to those who need it most
and yet I still found enough love
..to give my heart it's color
to let it blush
when it should, when it's struck?

I have juggled the knives
of insults that tried to paper cut
my skin as each one fell
a hairline away from my fingers
and yet I crave the adrenaline
that comes from defying such
near pain experiences

I have melted at the sight
of beauty, of music, of art, of poetry
of words, single or together
that kind of beauty
that moves your soul
the one that coats you
with a chill
that breathes life into
your blase presence
the one that's rustic
classic, that's ethereal
the one that creeps under your skin
and glazes your eyes with a glossy layer
for your body cannot explain
it in any other way
cannot digest
cannot comprehend
that such pulchritude
exists and
the best part
is that
it's real

do you feel that?
congratulations
You're still
feeling
&
that's a *******
blessing
feel..

I called for
the unknown
The universe heard me
and flooded
me with the unexpected
then said
"you never fail
to surprise
me"

If you saw
yourself
in my lines
then
yes,
that poem
was about
the
fictional
you
in the eyes of a
Writer

I may not be your
cup of tea
but
for
others
I might be
everything that
fills a cup and more

At this age
I still haven't figured out
how to become the life-connoisseur
everyone else has seemingly become

"I saw
somet(h)ing
in you th(a)t
g(l)owed
in h(o)liness"

I fought my inhibitions
but nature pulled through

Breaking barriers of what if's
unclothing all those hidden thoughts

Naked and free, I bashfully
bathed in my liberty
succumbing to all things "now"

For I have found beauty
in the "momentary"
and the naturally
inevitable

What a word
It is deep enough
and when said
at the right time
it changes the narrative
paths, worlds, hearts...

"LIKE"
Not only are we similar
but the emotions
the word has are light and heavy
enough to show the likeness, laced with love,
with a heartbeat, a mind-beat

And adding the word "wise"
Oouufff
you have to be wise
to use the word likewise -
because for you to be
similar you are at that mental wit
to say it, feel it, think it

"I (insert emotion) you so much"
"likewise"

Now,
that's a game-changer

Maybe this time
I look at
"unlove"
with a heart
because I have
shared time with
it
and I believe
the strength
"unlove"
gave me
is the one
that propelled
into a passion
to appreciate
the "love"
that is a huge
part of that
un-feeling

To every poet
that turned misery to beauty
reality to fantasy
life into poetry
love into mystery
words into sorcery

To every poet whose
word on paper
is an invitation
to play with fire