Don’t become infatuated
Don’t fall in love
Especially not with poets
Because they only ever exist in their words
They will write you love poems, and lengthy paragraphs
With words said in ways you have never heard before
You will fall in love, with love poems, the way they say their vowels, and the look in their eyes when they read to you  
They will lull you to sleep with sticky sweet words
And they will speak of the colour yellow, in a new light
A new meaning will come to its definition
And it will slowly become your favorite colour
You will wear yellow dresses, and put daisies in every room  
You will see the speckles of yellow in their brown eyes
But you will find them at three in the morning sitting in the bath tub, bathing in the words of metaphors
You will find them having an affair with Stanzas and Verses at the same time, sleeping with sonnets
You will see that poetry was always their mistress
At night they will no longer share blankets with you, but they will wrap themselves in ballads and couplets
You will only be able to express this new distance with eulogies
You will start seeing yellow everywhere
In the beds of your nails, and them hems of your skirts
Till you start seeing it so often that you will want to puke up every word they have ever said to you
You will realize that talk is cheap and Rhymes are easy
You will realize that poets only ever exist in their words

Wait I.. I take that back
Fall in love with oddly pronounced vowels, love poems, lengthy paragraphs, and sparking eyes
Wear yellow dresses again
Pick a bouquet of daisies
Fall in love with 2 a.m. again
But not with just anyones 2 a.m.
Fall in love with yours
Get swept up in the arms of personification
Drink sticky sweet words, get drunk off yourself
Have a love affair with stanzas
Kiss verses on the lip
Wrap up your wounded parts with haikus
Become infatuated with metaphors
Whisper sweet nothings to yourself
Fill your nights with praise poems
And love songs
Tear up every eulogy you have ever written
Knit yourself a blanket from all the unfinished poems, all your couplets
Sing ballads to yourself
And write sonnets in the moonlight
Fall in love with rich words and complex rhymes
Don’t worry about falling out of love this time

Body hunched over a bed
Trembling and sweating against the covers
She is trying her hardest to mend
The painful memories overwhelming her
Memory after memory
Traumatizing her completely
Into a coma in which she walks around lifelessly
Thinking of absolutely nothing
But what had been done to her
But what had happen to her

If someone would listen to her heartbeat
It speaks of the songs of heaven
Her eyes would seek for the light of the sun
Her hands would feel the touch of the love
Why would she hide all that under those covers?
Maybe, maybe those covers are the burden of the memories

I have heard the heartbeat
Felt it
It was racing
But then I wonder
Heartbeat rises in joy or in fear.
Sorrow and happiness does the opposite.
so I wonder why does she fear..
What has been done to her....

In case, she had to finally uncover herself
And now, the songs have been changed to the angry bulls trying to **** their own masters
The eyes were searching for a place to escape
And the hands were ready to **** anyone in defence
Why would she **** anyone to save herself?
Or she is scared of getting hurt?
Maybe she wants to save her loved ones!
Is that fear? Or is it vengeance?

Vendetta is fight against the world
In it u look for the world around you
Keeping a watch on things
Not hide into oneself
Is it really vengeance...I wonder

Sometimes it’s a fire burning in her eyes as if everyone is going to turn into ashes
And sometimes it is the ocean, which will take you with the flow
There is rush, there is peace, i feel she carries the whole universe within herself

Somebody said there is a whole universe even in a tiny atom
And somebody said universe is a reflection of the imagination
So I wonder what made her universe
What makes it grow fire and water in her eyes.
I wonder what has been done to her

I use to come home close the door to my room and ******* just to convince my mind I wasn't alone.
Yet I was so alone
I use to sing to the walls and they use to echo after me it was the closest thing to me they convince me I wasn't alone.
Yet when I stopped talking I was so alone.
Promises broke and I drunk to many
My friend commited suicide and I'm so empty confessions I'm so ***** my nails are ***** my past is with me and I'm really done with myself completely stuck in a war of am I straight or gay
Yes I did it and I can't point the blame
Coming home to silence I use to be in Love with this Madness. I'm finding out this madness is me

The day innocence disappeared
As life was created down by the sleepy hollow
The days of great sayings
Children bringing up children
We did okay for a time
Sadly maturity does what it always does
Brings new horizons
Sets new goals
We were okay about it
Others weren’t
Maybe they couldn’t see beyond the hill
Time moved on, and the bond was broken
Years later, you found your soulmate
A second child was born
I found out later, a girl
I was leading my life
So in a way, it wasn’t my business
Just made it more final  in a way
I agreed you should take full custody
It was the right thing to do
Upset some
But it was always me and you
I passed by the sleepy hollow
Maybe just to understand
It was wild and overgrowing
Pushing further to the road
Someday it would reach beyond the hill
Never looking back
I would be waiting.

Tonight, I spoke into the darkness,
No stars to light my way,
       The black void all encompassing

   My words drifting up in ribbons,
          I waited for something, anything to happen

              I felt a rumble that was akin to ripples emanating from a drop of water hitting a puddle

        I was small next to the impossible,
And when it spoke back, it changed me
      
        The blank canvas of stark black was pierced by blades of light,
    The sky becoming a shutter in a rain storm
           Blowing open and closed
       The words came and wrapped themselves across my body in its entirety
        Constricting my air flow

             I felt myself shatter
  An implosion of feeble glass
       Ricocheting through a skeleton of paper, reflecting the brightness above inside ripped skin

                I was nothing.
                I didn't exist.
                I floated in an incomprehensible place that had no end, no walls

     No ceiling or floor

            Just illumination in every direction

                    I opened my eyes
  
    And was blinded by an incredible radiance

      I shut my eyes tight and swatted in front of me
        My hand struck something metal and I yelped in pain
          
          I shot up and stared downward
    Towards the desklamp unplugged on the floor
        
          Breathing heavily, I sat upright in my bed,
                 *Struggling to pull away words that had already sunken in