I took a train that led me to South Broadway
There I watched as rain drops played & the ground received a cleaning that day.
My face was washed & my skin turned gray,
For I was becoming part of S. Broadway.

Unlike the North, I was no longer up high
& my flesh began to groove
As the rain started to dry.
Everything I need
I have received,
here on S. Broadway.

.. And they all say that one day
I can even grown green
& become a tree
with yellow maple leaves.

First I need to out grow these knobby knees
So that I'll soon be free.
Then I will be the one
that shades you from the sun,
When alls too much on lovely
South Broadway.

She indulges joy of movement o'er
Fields of rye that sway below her
breast, as billows roll beneath
inhaling summer's heat

At dawn she sweeps a mirrored lake
Whose surface shudders, now awake
No rest--move on--no time for doubt--
Not prone to be discrete

Savannas bow beneath her gaze
A stand of willows in the haze
Proud trees submit, turn inside out
Deprived of all conceit

Dispersing clouds she leaves a pattern
Of curls and swirls and ions scattered
Defiant crow is tossed about
Concedes a rare defeat

A pause in beauty's wingless pace
Her mood and willfulness displaced
Perhaps caprice, or just blown out
Now calm--she'll soon repeat

Then he said,
"You don't have to restrain any of your thoughts from me.

We both could be Victims of the same sin."

I thought
every word
every phrase
every thought
that got you amazed
set your heart ablazed

was written for me.

I guess
I should've read further on.

It's really strange,
how your heart could make you feel so deranged,
it's a fist-size muscle,
yet it can give you so much trouble.

I felt the world go silent,
somehow, inside me my heart's defiant,
I touched my chest with my palm,
I can feel it shouting, it is never calm.

I closed my eyes to feel its rhythm,
waiting to understand its symbolism,
And when my eyes were awake,
I know then, that my heart is an earthquake.

It was on September first,
when I first listened to your voice,
It made me feel an overwhelming thirst,
To feel the heat, I didn't have a choice!

You started out slow,
talking as if we're centimeters apart,
Then you suddenly Growled,
the desire scattered in me like abstract art!

I didn't fully understand it then,
How I reached for my shirt and then lower, near the hem,
My skin looked like marmalade,
Your moaning voice is a bittersweet crusade.

I felt like you were whispering in my ear,
making sounds that I didn't know I wanted to hear,
you then shifted your pace,
it took me awhile to realize that this was a chase.

It felt like both of us, together,
soared high, into the sky,
making thunderstorms and any other weather
not knowing that your last moan was actually Good-bye.

The day might pass
And end with none
Should I ask myself
Did I try my best?

Somehow it's a yes
But I think it's not
I'm afraid what I did
Was do my worst

I lay my head back
On a month old pillow
A dream scented sheet
With a doubt in mind

Maybe tomorrow?
Maybe another day?
I strived to be better,
Then I forgot to be good.

Time was a childhood friend
Whom I played with carelessly
Anxiety was not our guest
Stress was not our game

Then Time is my worst enemy
Whom I tried to cope up with
Anxiety became my friend
Stress became my work

Then I realized
Years became months
Months became days
Days became hours
Hours became minutes
Minutes became seconds
And seconds doesn't matter no more

Once we're caught in slow dance
I took a step with every beat
Now, I was chasing after Time
I took a charge with every leap

I know I'll meet Time again
In the final song of the final dance
In the final beat of the final breath
Together we knew our final dream

That Eternity might be our Destiny

I always dread speaking to people
It seems so impossible
Bringing up a topic
Continuing a conversation

People don't get it
They can't see why it's so difficult
But I can't "just do it"
I wish they could see how hard it feels

But it's easy for them
They couldn't possibly understand
Honestly I wish I could talk
But I couldn't if I tried