Why do we say
"before my eyes"
when everything happens
in front of our eyes?

It's more
than a shake
when my
hand
forgets
to
let
go

White slates
blank plates
isolate ....
let's relate
let emotions
delegate
risky stakes
who cares
let's ...
before it's too
late

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

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

Woke up
cuddling a bottle
it was no longer subtle

My love for this potation
has become an addiction
and no longer a mental transition

Body shaking
asking for more
sobriety scared me
it might be a bore  

Woke up
cuddling a bottle
.... no more
"at least I'll remember
this one" she says

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?

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

Of all the worlds
I create,
none of them
miss you
miss you

For what separates us from
creating magic
is the lack
of belief
in one's
power

a body
of
stories

It slapped me
so hard
that it shook
the darkness
out of my sadness
and the apathy
out of my routine

It slapped me
so hard
that it awoke me
from my nightmares
and took me to daydreams
that float outside my
window fabricating
fantasies only to
entertain my
mind on a boring
afternoon

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

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

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

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 ...

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

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?

I r
     e
         l  i  e  d
         on you
for inspiration
then I realised
(it was) so(me)where
else
all
a
l
o
n
g

Wonderful things come out of the darkness
to show us that they too try.

Wonderful things come out of darkness
to show us that they too love what we love.

Wonderful things come out of the darkness
to show us that we're not that different.

Love you little anglerfish!

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

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

RAISING YOUR
VOICE
will only
lower you
in my
eyes

When
my
poetry
fails
I just
write
your
Name:______

The sound of your thoughts
crunch through my brain
every time
I chew
through
your
lies

The basics of basics
base themselves
in the base
of one's
self
you
can't
take the
basics out of the base

My baggage
toned my existence

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

*turns page

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

I see the world
in colors
and (h)ear
it in r(a)inbows
covering it
with a
(p)astel
of (p)ositivit(y)

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"

Great things
come to those
who don't assume
for the mind races to
conclusions
that reality
has failed
to yet
embody

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