My sky
turned greyer
as he held the
cover of our chapter
and slowly closed it
shadowing  
the sunlight
that burned its pages
with love stories
every day
together
and
a    
        p      
                          a    
                                   r            t

Sometimes I like to knock
on the closed doors
of my mind
and visit
old memories
and feel things
that only
belong to
you
&
I

You stand out
like a fruit loop
in a bowl
of cheerios

I believe
sometimes
poetry
is a form
of
exorcism

Don't impose
your editorial skills
on my story
unless you
want to add
yourself
to my
chapters

Always
"Permanently delete"

No one ever
wants to
look through
"Trash"

File
"New document"

I always went for the natural look
till it dread itself with dread

I put some conditioner
and lathered its sorrows away

Little did I know
that I was manipulated into thinking
my natural was natural...

Till I dried it off
and saw a lighter curlier ...natural

Forgive me
I have decided
to forgive
myself
this
time

Forgive me
for I am a sinner
a sucker
for
trouble
a victim
for
being
a
lover

It has become
a hallway for passersby
they enjoy the stories
I hung on its walls
and stroll off
to the next
exhibition

What baffles me
is that most of them
do not see
the "home sweet home" sign
that I hung
at the entrance
of
my
heart

It is only
when a writer
is broken
that ink spills
from her cracks
to fall on paper

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

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

Of all the sins
I have committed
by far the strongest
and strangest
is creating
a lover
that
I only
see..

Shake the cobwebs
that have stilled the beats
that silently thud in your core

Step into the light
fear has only kept you
in the shadows of your past

Liberate your true self
from the ribcage that
confined it to a comfort zone
that has been your sanctuary
for quite some time
or so you thought

Just take a deep breathe
walk past it
curiosity can
only
stir
you

I rewind
unwind
repeat
my prayers
and restart
replay
my days again
in hopes
of a
different
movie

I saw a man
yesterday
staring at the
birds above
circulating
in the sky

I could see
his mind
liberated
in the smile
that slowly
made its way
to his face

I always gave one
It's in my nature
giving one is easier
than none

For some reason
we feel non existent
if we don't give one

We give and receive them
like candy
but I found a loophole
in this never ending
cycle that leads to blood boiling sessions
and hair tearing tantrums

Not give one
one the greatest lines in movie history
highlights NOT GIVING ONE

Once you don't a magical feeling
overcomes the weight, the burden
that dulls down your brightest days

so darling, empty those bags
under your eyes, empty those nerves
from stress
and
don't
give
a
****

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

Dated memories
date back
to dates
I want to date
some erase
and scotch you
in between to recreate
new dates in old dates

Maybe my poems
have fallen on deaf ears
to a point
where
they lost
their
voice

I have been dragged through drama
swimming between problems
floating over ups
and tip toeing over downs

I have been here and there
walking with lovers
picking up broken pieces
holding hands with friends
forgiving enemies
moving on gracefully

I have been brought up
in the country
living in the city
dodging reality
loving fantasy
falling for stupidity
climbing back up, rationally
falling again and again
and still
my legs stand tall
holding a head full of wants
and a heart
bursting with desire
for so much
muchness

Hope you are doing well on all levels.
This is an apology to all the insults
I have rained on you
to all the curses
I have cussed
to all the mistreatment
that I have voiced
when you lead me down paths
of broken dreams.
I want to apologise for being irrational
I had no idea, you had it planned
all along.

Sincerely,
Sorry Self

When
my
poetry
fails
I just
write
your
Name:______

A resting pencil
insinuates a dying
poet

There are times
your look
tell me more
than just
a
"good
morning"

(You)niform:
Remaining the same in all cases;
consistent; steady

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

If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
story

The second I fell for you
gave me a glimpse
into a lifetime

I stood there
naked in front of you
exposing my mind
laying it on paper 
in the dim lit room 
stripped from
all the limitations 
that my conscience 
lays on me 
like a heavy wet blanket
silhouetting my curves
separating me
from bashfulness
and my true nature

There is one time
a discovery hit me
like sunshine

It was as clear as day
when there was no way
it could easily by me, sway

My posture straightened
and my senses heightened
"why didn't I do this before?"
Oh, because I always saw it as a chore

But what defines a task
when all you've done was remove the cast
that was rotting your insides
piece by piece watching your aura subside

When all you had to do
was give your routine a cocktail shake
by being as unique as a snowflake

By posing those thoughts
naked and raw
with all their flaws

It's just as simple as the verb "be"
with all its complexities
making it even more
****

Even the atoms
explode                
when
thoughts
of you
and I
collide
in the
space
Bet(in)ween

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

The heart has become
foreign to the knock
of love on its doors
It stored a doorbell