blood is black
tears are white
since the day you left
i've become helplessly



                                                                                                      colourblind

​
i know what its like to be
afraid of your own mind

you were a pretty person
with a terrible ugly heart
and you will forever
love pretty things
in a terribly ugly way

the one who keeps me company,
when no one comes to my side

​
i can’t find my place in this world
without you here

petals
teardrops
snowflakes
rain
stars
tides
eyelids
time
shadows­
leaves
the sun
and i,
for you

if your eyes could speak, what would they say?

what you see is just an illusion
         you don’t know me
                      the real me
                             reality hurts
because everything is always wrong
               everything never works
               everything dies anyway
                                  dying is a dream
deep deep down, far far in

i’m just an illusion,
waiting to be erased,
             to be changed

don't you ever forget about me

the voices in my head
won't be silenced

the only solution they say,
is to pull the trigger.

they said that it would
be easier for me.

so i did.

you liked me enough
to lie

nothing kills as much as your own thoughts

.she hides all her problems behind a smile.
                                                behind her smile is a world of pain and hurt.
       you think you know her,
but you really have no idea

the small flame flickered in the darkness
as she ran as fast as her feet could take her

behind her, the sound of metal hooves hitting
the concrete pavement echoed throughout
the empty streets…

her eyes caught a shadowed cloister of a convent
before her legs gave out, she quickly dashed to the
dark alleyway.  

she slowly walked through the winding path,
steadying her breath and massaging her feet
that had suffered through the run..

when will this nightmare end?

if you break down as much as me,
would you know
how I feel?

i always catch myself thinking about you

​
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i love the creases that your forehead makes when you throw your head back in laughter and joy. the crinkles in your eyes when you smile.

i fill my notebook
with words and
drawing of you,
me, and us.

i look back at the
moments we had
shared, back when
we used to be     'us'

looking back, i had known all along



that underneath, the glittering world

    before my eyes



lay my   D E C E P T I O N



that everything

was to collapse

with a breath of wind



i turned away.  sidestepped, simply closed

       my eyes.



afraid i was, afraid to be loved for

              WHO I AM

it is okay not to feel fine.
it is okay not to know what to do.

trust your gut instincts.

they are usually right

IT’S 2:38 AM BUT I NEVER SLEEP
ANYMORE BECAUSE
OVERTIME I CLOSE MY EYES
YOUR PICTURE BURNS IN MY
EYELIDS AND THE THOUGHT
OF YOU SITS IN THE BACK
OF MY BRAIN

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                                                               ­ l o
                                                            l  ­o v e l y
                                                          l o n e l y
                                                       l o v e l y
                                                    l o n e l y
                                                 l o v e l y
                                              l o n e l y
                                           l o v e l y
                                       l  o n e l y
                                                 l y
                                                y

it beats within the frailest heart,
of gentle wings unfurled.
to be set free and fly into
each corner of the world.

morning sun
empty bed
cold sheets
open door
folded note
cool breeze
scattered mind
he's gone

im not the same but i hope you're proud

“daddy, where are you going?”, asked the little boy.  

“im going to the city for a bit, son,” said the the man.  

“for how long?”, asked the little boy, “you’ll be back for my birthday right?”

the man crouched down and patted the boy on his head,
“of course, son.  i wouldn’t miss your birthday, ever.”

the little boy smiled, and whispered, “pinky promise?”

the man smiled and replied, “pinky promise.”

the little boy stood up and hugged the man.
the man looked down and hugged him back.

the man glanced at his phone and said, “well, i gotta go, buddy.”

the little boy frowned and mumbled, “ill miss you daddy.”

“i'll miss you too buddy.”

and then the man opened the door and left.


the boy waited or days and days,


but he never came back.

they look like the
wiry legs of spiders


splinters of her
******* in his bed

i can't stop drinking about you

safety pin the broken pieces
and patch them up

the panic isn't settling anymore.

all i need is one
all i need is one

the bitterness
is hard to swallow

maybe another one?
another one
need another one

I thought that
the best of me
comes out
when I am with you.
But I was wrong.
It seems that
the best of me
was you.
It was always you

As far as I am concerned, poetry is a statement concerning the human condition, composed in verse.

she sets down her book and
       pours earl grey for herself

after filling her cup with warm tea,
she sets down the kettle full of tea
and takes a bag of cookies and
        takes a few and places them on her plate.

she then sits back down on her chair
and opens up her book to a page,
while sipping her tea, she reads the
first few words on the top of the page:

"you have bewitched me, body and soul,
                      and i love, i love, i love you."

she looks softly at the words and then
she looks out the window,
        gazes at the darkness
    that swallow the clouds
but spare the bright moon

she looks back at the words and
take a bite out of the cookie and
let the sweetness overtake her mouth
as the chocolate melts on her tongue.

the bitterness of the earl grey tea and
the sweetness of the chocolate cookie
entangle each other with their differences
and embrace each other with love.

make sure she's your best friend and princess if you want to be happy