Last haiku of an
arduous year and I will
go out with a bang

12:53 PM
22/12/21

Sometimes I wake and
remember you like a sunflower
remembers the sun on a stormy night.
Indeed, your sunlight blessed
the garden of my soul and
left life and joy in its wake.
The warmth of your touch,
the illumination of your smile
blooms a thousand sunflowers
that make up this soul.

You planted your seeds
in my heart,
long ago.
What do I have to show for it?
A heart full of sunflowers.
Darling,
you are my spring.

Maybe most relationships fail
because they start as lust.
Maybe the best way to begin is
with appreciation
and friendship.

Let spell your name
in the fields and let it
blossom into sunflowers.
Let each stem, each petal
and each root feed on
these warm rays of love.

We fall
for the ones
who ignore us and
we ignore
the ones
who fall for us.
Such is the irony of life.

She was
ninety-nine percent angel,
but oh,
that other one percent
****** me
up.

Why do I still dream
of you to this day?
You are no longer in my life-
you are out of thought, out of sight,
so what is it about you that
my mind still finds the need
to place you in my dreams?

I left a piece of me
with you.
Can you still feel me
like I feel
you?

We are born
naked and alone-
the centre of someone's universe.
And yet,
we remember
none of it.

Your silence shrieks throughout me
like a banshee in distress.
It ***** the air from these lungs,
corrupting this heart and
leaving me a hollow shell.
You leave me in turmoil
as you move on to
your next victim.

Maybe I will never understand
how you took control this heart.
Was it sorcery or something sinister?
No, I suspect it had something to do with
the sweetness of your soul or
your beauty that leave
even the nymphs
in awe.

Dreams have a way
of reuniting us with those
we have loved and lost
to the grave and to time.
Dreams have a way
of telling us they're not really gone,
but forever with us
in heart and in soul.

One day,
someone will want
your smile as the first image
they see for the rest
of their life.

If not for the you I used to know
I would have thought you
to be a monster.

Do not give up hope just yet,
you have still not met all of
the people who will love you.

So what is left
of a broken soul?  
Just the empty shell of a man
who barely knows what
it means to exist.

So many places to travel,
wisdom to obtain, music to hear
books to read, poems to write,
people to meet, food to eat,
all in this one life to live.
One life is not enough.

Her heart is a country
foreign to me.
I am just a traveler
admiring its beauty
in all its culture and
history.

Insomnia-
I don't mind it
if it involves making
memories
with you

You and I were
never truly alone-
our demons always accompanied us
through love and through pain.

I want someone who
knows the silence of my soul.
Yes, we will build our lives
from a sweet silence that
only we can understand.

I wish people were
more like shooting stars
that would disappear in
a flash of an eye,
leaving no trace but
the memories of something
that was once beautiful
rather than the sun-
an unforgiving and inescapable
giant that leave us burnt
and burdened.

There is nothing
to fear from silence.
Silence can be a
beautiful thing so learn
to embrace it.

I am not heartbroken
by your lack of faith,
but by your denial
of what we held sacred.

All of this distance
and silence will never stop
me from loving you  

7:10 PM
1/4/23

I do not believe
that I was made for this world
nor the world for I

4:46 PM
19/5/22

'It is what it is',
so you had better find a
way to live with it

5:17 PM
30/8/22

Why do I still
feel you in my bones?
Memories still fill my chest,
leaving butterflies in their wake
just as you once did.

To dream you is to
still believe that one day you
will come back to me

4:12 PM
10/2/23

It died when I
no longer felt warmth
in your kiss nor
the spark in your words.
So just bury this beast
we call 'love',
anything else would be inhumane.
Anything more and we’ll die too.

To break old habits
is the seed of change,
but to sprout, it requires the
fortitude of the sun.

Does it still hurt
when you look at me
like it hurts me?
I am trying to forget-
have you?

If I lived in a
vast gingerbread house, I would
have built it with you

11:40 PM
5/12/21

You broke me even
though I was already in
a thousand pieces

3:47 PM
8/11/22

The clock strikes
Three Thirty-Three
and I am alone with these thoughts,
once again.
This could go
either way.

I have laid in your
bed of sunflowers and
I have taken one home.
I keep it upon my bedside table
so that I will never forget you
and your warmth and joy you bring.
This is how I continue to adore you and
how you continue to
brighten my world.

The mere act of thinking about you
takes me to the cosmos and beyond,
that is why I love to write you,
all of you, my inspiration and
absolute devotion.

The demons in me
are waiting for another
body to possess

4:17 PM
29/10/21

All this time
we have been given,
I will not waste it.
I will not give up
on us.
I will keep on
trying.

Soft haired girl,
like a bed of roses,
blooming all over the world.
Lucky was I to get lost
in her garden,
her aura-
but little did I know that
her thorns would leave
such a lovely mark
upon my heart.

It's 2 am
and I'm searching
every corner,
every street,
and every inch-
but even in darkness,
I cannot find light.

Night has come,
and with it, the shadows
and the sorrowful moon.
I lie in bed and it's a little too silent.
I close my eyes, waiting for sleep,
but it always never comes.
You come to me in darkness
and I am reminded of a warmer time
so very far from where I ended up.
You are not here and neither am I,
at least the I that you remind me of
so very long ago, so very far from alone,
or maybe I always have been.

You were my greatest
sleepless night and my greatest
and only daydream

12:59 PM
9/5/21

How fragile must
we be to have our pride hang
on another's words

8:14 PM
25/3/22

Better off alone-
a smile on my face and
a hole in my heart

10:47 PM
29/12/19

I wish you
were still here
so that I could wrap
my arms around you
so that you can feel
all of this love
I have for you
but cannot say.

They say it is unhealthy
to live in the past,
but it is okay to visit it
every now and again,
right?

I am the god, I am the sea
protector of humanity
atom bombs and all the kaiju
they’re no match, you know that it’s true

I am the king, I am the beast
rage and wrath have now been unleashed  
I am the wonder of this world
there’s not a thing I couldn’t hurl

I used to think
that I was invincible-
a stone heart impenetrable
to the holiest
of goddesses.
And then I met you-
just one glance and this heart
began to thaw.