The fault
in my lines
is that they too
are scared
you'd read
your name
in between

Vital
     Vivacious
           Vi
                b...b....b
                              rations
Shhh....shhhh....shhhh
                                    ake
                                             ache  
                                                  Br^ea^k
ribcages

Today
I felt defeated
yet happy
that I lost a part of me
that somehow
dragged me down
and
honestly
a sense of
peace
overcome me
completely

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 have walked in fields of butterflies
marveling at reality with a lens
of love

I have walked crawled through puddles
of broken glass
strengthening what's left of my heart

I have clawed my way through thorns
depression
to see the sun again

I have stood on feet of stone
cemented by poetry
to reach great heights

I have written on pages
upon pages just to
remain sane

I have met you
and gotten ******
by your mere presence
realizing
that reality
is just
as hazy

a body
of
stories

“In sickness and in health
till death do us part”

She exploded in my heart
threw me off my feet

Across a living room filled
with nights only she can host

I spoke of her to those across the world
who will never experience what it is
to fall for a city
it is beyond patriotism
this ineffable love for a sleepless phenomenon
who homes strangers
shook the world
with shockwaves
that equaled the chemical imbalance
its people have for their city

Under the debris of sparkling glass
she was broken  
there’s so much she can withstand
even when we always stand by her side
shards engrave themselves under thick skin
poking at the body that still believes in love at first breath

At a heart that does not know how to stop
At a will-power that questions its creator about its strength
At a body that homes an identity beyond this world
alien to it

toxicity hovered in lungs

And across skies
blushing clouds
turning them pink

Sunset wasn’t serene

The ocean cradled bodies

on their way to the afterlife

They cried salty tears


Fed up.

Her soil has felt the stomping anger of grieving mothers, fathers, husbands
families
the last words of suffocating victims who never lost hope till

The angels opened the doors of the sky

To welcome new brave souls into the heavens
to lead by example
their white coffins
wed the earth with the skies
they watch over us

Brooms brushed her face
Hands held others
Homes homed
Revolutionists revolted
Nooses were hung
judgment day is knocking
at our hearts
and mind you, we are known
for our hospitality

She cannot cry

She never did

It never suited her

But she sure knows how to roar
how to devour
parasites feeding at her immortality

I wear your ring around my finger

“In sickness and in health
till nothing does us part”

There is a person
in me
the surfaces
when my
inhibitions
drown
"who are
you?"

You made it
onto my paper
from
in between my ribs
to
in between my lines
&
all I can do
is sharpen my pencil
every time
I reach the end
of each stanza

I blame poetry
for turning
my life
into
fantasy

"What happened along the way?"
as she looked back to see
her lines crooked, her ink melted
and her pages torn apart
from the book that held her
together

Time
play
nice

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 don't read signs well
I put myself
in stories with
twists and turns

I kinda go
with my signs
blindly
after all
love is blind

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

My eyes blink
with every
tic
the hands
of a clock
toc
giving me
a new perspective
of
you
every... time

We lock things
to keep them safe

We lock them
as plan B

because at that time
we feel unsafe
around them

Blue is just a color
a happy hue
with
y
o
u

I undressed
my cards
My Kings & Queens
lay there looking at you
and all you did
was keep
yours
folded

"What have I done?"
asked my life.

"Ruined me"
replied my heart with strife.

"It's alright"
answered my mind.

"You still beat, right?"
asked my body.

"Sometimes, I think"
replied my heart

"When?"
asked Time

"I have yet to find out"
said my eyes

I am her body
I am starving…
for attention

The last time she gave me a compliment
was the time the mirror was tilted towards the sun
and her rays wrote the words of beauty
very bright ..
so that her eyes could see

I am her body
a clingy companion unwanted
a friend-zoned partner.. with so much
life to give …
loved at once, and ignored many  
maybe if I jolt pain
she’d look at me..

I am her eyes
she doesn’t see
choses not to, her vision
distracted ..by …

the blue sky, attention like a goldfish
in a fishbowl, with all the blue,
but maybe this blue is new..

I am her ribs,
they show, that’s a good thing
but I am suffocating on the skin
that’s covered me too close
they layer me like sand dunes, sculpted by time
rubbing off by age, but
hey they show.. that’s a good thing..

I am her belly
breathing, many lovers loved…
hands laid on me, I felt the caress
and failed to warn her, it won’t last
I didn’t know.. I am sorry


I am her hands,
giving comfort, and warmth
fingerprints caved deeper, every birthday
she wrote, things her chords wouldn’t say
her hands guided… and (have been) deserted
loved and (have been) left
lifted and (have been) dropped
warmed and (have been) solo
gave and (have been) taken
warned and (have been) stabbed

I am her legs
gapped by less and less food
more and more steps
less .. more…
.. walks away…
counts calori……. steps

I am her mind..
a territory of landmines
placed by past experiences
sugarcoated with sprinkles
baked to perfection
the mastermind of the strategy
the lighthouse
for many .. but
not
her

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

Put your heart
on hold
take a break

Sometimes
it beats
for the
wrong
reason

The sexiest thing
is a daring heart
willing to
break the bones
of your ribcage
jump out of it
to meet mine
half way

Those spaces
between each line
form the places
where I lose
my
breath
writing about
you

A

s
h
o
t
to the
heart is
all it takes
for it to skip a beat

When was the last time
you called to show
your
emotions?

Have you ever felt
the calm before
the storm?

So, now
Do you dare
calm my demons
and wait for
what's come?

I can make cake
make smiles
happiness too

I can make meals
heart beats
I can make love

I can make drinks
laundry
and poetry

but I can't
make you
love
me
&
It's
OK

Someone told me
our bodies contain
enough carbon to make 900 pencils
ending it with
"you can write with your body"

First, let my body meet yours
let our fingertips touch
and let our bodies
yearn to start
some good writing
tease our carbons
to create, to begin
to fall
to blend
to melt

Now darling
the only way I'd begin a poem
is with you
starting with a kiss
a capital kiss
for the first letter
of the first word
should be bold
and beautiful
silent but loud

The sentences my body start
yours finish
no matter how long
"run on's", fragmented they are
you start I finish,
I start you finish

Interrupted by breaths
gasping for life, inhaling
the souls of muses
and exhaling such beautiful
poetry, such deep writing
that only our bodies know how
to create, how to read, how to vocalize
how to share

Stanzas interrupted by moans
that sing and hum the hymns
of poetry that cannot be
embodied in words
moans that orchestrate
symphonies
leading our bodies
to dance
to love
to enjoy
such intensity
that my pencils fail at
capturing

Let my body write with yours
and re-write the ways of love
edit, proofread, scratch, claw
mark and re-create
new ways of falling
of loving, of sighing
let my body write with yours
and bask under
such powerful chemistry
where carbon burns
And flames
ignite

Let's write

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

He ran his fingers
up and down her spine
like a cello
and with every glide
she released a sigh
that composed a melody
a symphony
that tuned
the night
their night

He ran his fingers
up and down her spine
like a cello
and with every glide
she released a sigh
that composed a melody
a symphony
that tuned
the night
their night

"I think you
need to feel
this..." says intuition

"Can I censor it?
The movie seems
fine from my side"
says the heart

I am caught in between
wanting to be
"the one"
for you
and
"that one"
as well

I love myself a chase
a tease
a game.

If I really wrote
what I wanted
to write
I think
I would get close
to meddling
with
fate

I read my horoscope
each morning
thinking I have a glimpse
into the future

Little did I know
that stories change
when the writer
does

I followed the lines
on my palm
and they never
seem
to make up
their mind
as time
passes
by

I giggled when
I heard them say
things about me

"Sharpens pencil"

You're
attractive
when
you're
positive

A writer
in love
puts all
the effects
of recreational
drugs
to shame
A writer in love
levitates
A writer in love...
Oh God Have Mercy
for pen shall burn on paper

A writer in love....
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Note: for the poem above, ask the lover

As the cold crept under my skin
so did your kisses
as you planted them softly
on the carpet of goosebumps
that covered my body

As the wind slapped my face
with chills
so did your hands
as they cupped my red cheeks
holding it still
marveling at the beauty
that has bewitched you

As the rain damped my hair
curling them with winter surprises
so did you fingers
as they hypnotized me to sleep
uncurling all the disadvantages of the day

As the flakes rested on my lashes
so did yours against mine
as you got close to me
synching your breath with mine

As January embraced me
with layers upon layers of wool
so did your arms
as I roll under
my sheets
feeling my skin
against
yours

Your body
(h)as bec(o)me
a temp(l)e
onl(y)
fit
for
believers

I (in) fell
and melted
under pressure

                                             I fell (out)
                                                                ­and was reborn
                  then I stumbled
                                                        ­     on a pebble
                                  and fell
                                                in
                                                           again

I felt the throb
of genuine
happiness
jolt me
back to life

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