Your kiss
shunned
all the rest
to shame
made all the lips
tasteless
and  
turned tongues
cold

Debt

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you get to exercise
dominance on my free will

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you get to rearrange the chambers
of my heart to fit your comfort

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you get to enjoy your castle
the way you please

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you forget what it’s like
to be human

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you ally with my weaknesses
and keep my strengths in the dark

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you summon wars
in my ribcage
to shake my very core
with battle cries

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
I am in debt to your royalty

If I made you king
that doesn't mean
you are one

"It's fine
to do nothing
being busy
isn't that
glorious"

It breaks my heart
to know
that I broke yours

I kills my lights
knowing that I dimmed
yours

It blows my logic
out of proportions
knowing that
I stomped on yours

It eats me up
from the inside
like leprosy
knowing shattered your vision
of me

and you know what?
it simply effaces me with every breath I take
knowing that your
perception of me
will and remains
the same ...

I
for
got
for
mality
for
it fermented
itself
in
for
ming
years of
com
for
t

I looked in the mirror
I nodded at the inevitable of what I see
my skin stamped with judgements
my hair braided with musts
and my eyes glazed
with how comes

WHY?

Riveting riots
of ruckus
roll, stroll and crawl
away from
flooded, bloodied, red eyes
leaving a
pure, smooth, soothed
soul
with an open
window

Call out
to the muses
for I have lost
my inspiration
to the sickness
that has boiled my
body feverish
and my mind
numb

The thing about
not planning
is that you're
planning on it

The birds chirped
differently today
the wind smelled like change

The roads seemed smoother
the sun a bit warmer
and my hair
curlier

The music beat in synch
with my feet
as they stomped their
way on the pavement
vibrating life into
the concrete that has
memorized my feet

Could it be that I have
found the pace
that's written for me?

Or could my words
have stitched themselves
into my reality
fabricating bits and pieces
of my fantasy
to suit me?

The tug war
between my heart and my mind  
left me in a minefield
of questionable
outcomes

It takes trial and error
to master the art
of keeping my flame
burning

and once you do
you'll learn
to fall in love
with fire

even if it
burns

Shooting stars **
to attract my attention
I tried to look away
&
I turned right >

Gigantic full moons "O"
to lure me
I kept turning right >>

Signs of "listen, your heart knows"
to alert me
I kept on turning right >>>

Songs of yesteryears played
to wake me up
I turned even more ...right >>>>

To find myself
back where I started
in your (arms) <<<<<

Checking in
to weigh in
the weight
of years
waiting
to burn
off

Drunk
left me
in a bed
shared
with the bottle
blacked out
from all
the moments
that did not
make it to
memories

I have never
heard my thoughts
sing so loudly as
they did when
they went dancing with yours
in complete and
utter silence
the moment
your eyes
landed on mine

It's not too bad
to crave the feeling
of falling
in love
and act upon the
symptoms of such a drug

It's a natural high
a chemical imbalance
that paints the world
a pinker hue
at the end of the day
it's easier
to fall
than to defy gravity
and get back up

Ready?
(takes a deep breath),

Jump, the heart told me

eyes closed
serene smile...

I am a sucker for
               F
              A
             L
               L  
                 I
              N
               G
             (IN)
             Love

I forgot that you
were just a poem
but now
my
memory
is back

*turns page

My feet stood on the edge
of a cliff carrying
the weight of 30 years
yearning to jump
into something new

But the wind pushed
my head up
just to show me
you, standing across
on another cliff
looking at me

I grab my pencil
everyday

Shaky hands
bring down the lead tip
barely touching the paper
in anticipation
of inspiration

Bombs explode outside  
clouding the sky

I call my muses
to work
but
they fail to clock in
because
the road between
the heart and the mind
has been
bombed

I diluted a part of myself
that I could no longer
retrieve until
I let myself go
in the sun dehydrating
the toxic liquid that filled me
with so much fantasy

Every sigh
stitched itself
to the stars
that looked down on us
during those
sleepless nights
Wondering if
we were wondering
about them and their
promises to our wishes

I fear the day
my heart fails
to crack my ribs
with the
earthquake
that shakes
all the way to my skin,
in the form of goosebumps
I fear the day
it forgets
to recognize
the heat of that flame

I apologize
to the stars above
I have neglected
your signs

Yet you
persisted..

You believe in miracles
to bring
him knocking
at my door
Again ....
"knock knock"

When
my
poetry
fails
I just
write
your
Name:______

You blind
your sight
with this
veil of expectations
but..
little do you know
that when I remove
it and kiss you
reality just tastes
sweeter and
sometimes
a bit sour

Do not let them confine you
your words and guidelines clash
like enemies

Do not let them lead you
your words are as stubborn as a taurus
with the head of an aries

Do not let them **** you
your words can revive characters
that their ancestors encounters

Do not let them stress you
your words defeat the greatest of antidepressants
making prozac seem like candy

Do not let them attack you
your words shield their insults
leaving your core pure and true

Do not let them defeat you
your words are yours and yours alone
understanding is their problem

Do not simply do not give in
your words are your own
the worlds your create are your own
rules, no rules, chaos and mess
guidelines or no guidelines
the perk of being a writer
is that head of theirs
that rests on their shoulders
harnesses worlds, characters
lives, lovers, spirits
yearning to
taste paper
feel ink
and
be discovered

It's not
age that matters
look at (y)ou
y(o)(u)'re the
mos(t)
ageless being
t(h)at I
bumped
into

It goes beyond
the voices in your head
to tap
into the
beats of your heart
reshuffling
your
plan

I found myself
in song
tip toeing
on notes
bridged by lines
of memories
connected...  

I move with the eye
as it reads them
strums them
brings them to reality
and all I seem to be
doing to going
forward

Sometimes stepping
on familiar notes
"that's the chorus"
my mind says
"you know these steps like the back
of your hand"

and others
I find myself catching up
with the new tempo
as I spread my arms
to find my
new
balance

Talk me into
hypnosis

Walk me into
dreams

Take me into
your world

For mine
exists on paper
and yours...
I plea
to see

My body
can only
hold
so many
chapters...
before I
explode
in
volume(s)

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

Warping
Words
Wonderfully
Within

Knitting
Knights
in
nights

Falling
Fully
Awake

The nightingale
sang a song
of sorrow
that the night
changed to a lullaby
every time
lovers wished upon
the stars

Here's a call
for all those lost souls
trying to find their way
relax..no one does..

A call for those depressed
about about missed opportunities
that might have lead them
somewhere else
relax...regret nothing..

Here's a call for you
I know how you feel
unloved, in love with unreciprocated love
alone, lonely, isolated, drunk, voided,
relax... there's nothing wrong with you
because I too feel the same
.. you're not alone

I looked on the bright side
and felt the warm wave
of challenge
caress
my
f
a
c
e

I stood next to him
and felt the gap
of time difference