My clock never told the time
and looked silently glum

lost its ticking rhyme
with the pendulum
uprooted to be muted
hands dismantled
so you can guess
it made no progress
sitting pretty still
as I went about on my will
set my own pace
not bothering about the dial's arc
but scheduled my work
according to my when
till declared insane
and sent to asylum.

Since I've been sitting pretty glum
like the dead pendulum.

Anything's possible?
I challenge that
if I'm not right
I'll eat my hat

a palindromic pantoum?
or pantoumic palindrome?
would you find it in
a poetry tome?

the proverbial pig
that can fly?
a snowball fight
in July?

a vilanelle
with no repeat?
now that would be
an awesome feat

an honest politician?
(not for long)
but then they all
can do no wrong

a rolling stone covered
with moss?
around one's neck
a real albatross?

a snowball in...
well you know where?
a true challenge
I do declare

a serious word
when I'm this daft?
doubt it, bloke
that's a different craft

Just in case you change,
I’ll leave the photos behind,
Maybe you can see,
When I lost what was mine.

Maybe, just in case you change,
Ill leave some nail polish remover,
Because I feel lost when I look at your hands,
The claws that you manuever.

Perhaps, just in case you change,
You could go inside my head,
Because maybe you would help me understand,
How you left me instead.

I know, you’ll never change,
You’ll just leave me in the dirt,
Forget about our history,
Leave me here to hurt.

how tragic!

the ones we want to love,
will never know the intense fire burning inside us,
for them,

and the ones we get to love,
are burning for someone else.

I walk on eggshells to not upset you,
but it's hard to tell if it is working,
because my feet have gone numb.
You terrify me to my very core.

I never know if today will be a day that you love me
or love me not.
I'm like a daisy and you pick my petals whenever you want to,
but those days that you don't,
I miss your hands on me.
Because it lets me know you still want me.

People say you're abusing my mind,
but I can't tell what is real and what is not anymore..
I don't know if I want to tell.
What if everything becomes clear
and I lose you.
What if everything becomes clear
and you don't think I'm worth it.
What if everything becomes clear
and I'm
all
alone.

My friends say I'll never be alone because I have them.
But will they kiss my nose when I'm being stubborn?
Will they put my on their shoulders and parade me around their house?
Will they kiss me softly when I just want to be close?
No.
Because they can't.

He's my lightswitch.
He brings my life light and joy,
but he controls when the darkness rains.

It terrifies me how in love I am with you.
It terrifies me how you could not love me at anytime.
It terrifies me how this could all be over tomorrow morning.
You terrify me.
But I let you, because you're my favorite nightmare.

do you want to know a secret?
i'm so afraid of your touch-
not because you are much bigger
or maybe more beautiful-
there's something that's a little splintered
hiding in my body, and
when people come too close,
       not just people
but the ones who brighten my smile
like Sun's rays in Moon's halo-
and you are somehow a ray of light
brilliant beautiful and
i'm afraid, not that you'll burn
my moonlit body, that
you'll start a fire and fire fascinates me
i get too close and then
i grow too warm and
i won't burn, but you might
and then what will i do?