the most frustrating thing
when it comes to a writer
is when everything
every word, every letter,
isn't enough to give justice to
the captivating picture of you
in the afternoon:

soaked in sweat,
grinning foolishly,
striking up a conversation
about coffee,
and how unhealthy it is
for me to drink
three cups straight,
to stay awake,

yet the bittersweet taste
stains my lips.

it spills down my throat,
covers my lungs,
and drowns them
with the addicting aroma
of coffee beans
and lazy dreams,
until i cannot seem
to breathe,

and the only thing
i can ever do
is to spill ink
for you.

And what do I serve with tea?

Of a cake layered with words - a slice
A croissant with stirring smilies
A quiche with quaint archaic spice -
Fresh from a poet's repository.

In the clink and chime of quills and pots
And spoons that stir the brewing tea
Dark or creamed, winter or spring
Here's to a cup of poetry.

Fourteen nights and days of yearning
Your peach flavoured lips, I'm craving
Endless staring contest
My curious mind, I oppressed
My ears detects your calling

Your whispering voice was frowning
My hand clutched on the phone
Fastened words, you're keeping
The skies began to groan
You part your lips, unleashing
But a missus stepped and moaned
''Darling, who is calling?''
And I swallowed the unknown

Missed sunsets, my regrets
Unsteady, drunken in tragic pain
As another staring contest began
Impulsing tears rolled from the flames
My forsaken lips smiled, so bland
I sealed my eyes, I wished in vain
Please, please, please, again
Please call me by your name

My heart was yours from the moment we met.
Each word you spoken filled my head.
Laugher and smiles, tears of joy.
All because I found you, you had filled my heart with joy.
We fell in love instantly, no regrets about it.
A best friend, lover and husband in one. Then you cheated and decided to run.
You ran away from yourself more then you did me but I'll forever love you that's why you haven't divorced me.
Our love was like no other. And no woman will know you like me. Your heart was always in the right place and thats why i know you left me.

Cause all she knows, is how to be herself, with a style, that’s too wild, for everyone else

Yet I can’t but wonder, how she plays the game better then most guys

As she breaks hearts with no pity, while looking oh so pretty, like a girl, that belongs to no city

But there were times when she played by the rules, only for her, to come out, looking like the fool

Yet she never accepted defeat, cause she was an icon, with the heart of a lion and the world at her feet

And as I’m writing this, I couldn’t help but admire, the way she inspires

With the beauty that only attracts the mind, and though it sounds crazy, but she truly is the first of her kind

But I would never take her for myself, cause just like me, she deserves to be free

The girl in the red dress
The first time I saw her I was a little boy, she walked past my window.
She smiled brighter than the sun and all the burning stars.
I watched her walk past my window for the following ten years, she walked in rain, snow, and storm, always in her pretty little red dress.
Everyday I said to myself that today was the day I would talk to the girl in the red dress with the blinding smile. But I couldn’t my anxiety had taken over my body, I was so disappointed in myself, why was I like this.
One day she stoped walking past my window, I didn’t get it, I waited for days, weeks, months, until one day I looked in the paper, and I saw this big picture, it was the girl in the red dress with that stunning smile, I started reading, Emily Marie Anna Johnson, wow what a beautiful name, to a beautiful girl, I continued but stopped in chok, Emily Marie Anne the amazingly beautiful girl in the red dress, had committed suicide.
I wouldn’t believe it, so everyday I stared out that same window to see that pretty little girl in the red dress walk by...
she never did

You lounge on my pillow
weaving your dreams into my ear,
and whenever I feel the wind blow
it's your name I always hear.
This final boss I just can't fight
even when on the easy mode,
up up, down down, left right, left right,
B A, B A, select and start; that is the contra code.

I won't compare your eyes
to the ocean or the skies,
but instead to my own veins.
I've always hated goodbyes,
but "see you soon" is always lies,
but I always return with the rains.

You lay in state upon my bed
stretching out into my dreams,
we're held together by a single thread
that's been stretching at the seams.
If you be my ears then I'll be your sight,
we can equally share this heavy load,
up up, down down, left right, left right,
B A, B A, select and start; that is the contra code.

I won't compare your eyes
to the seas or a sunrise,
but instead to my own veins.
I've always hated goodbyes,
but was good with cutting ties,
yet the cut strand still remains.

I'm searching for an extra heart
to gain myself some life,
'cause I gave up both long ago.
I want to reset but instead I start,
I want a sword but I have a knife,
I want to be high but I am low.

You fight to stay up till dawn
on my shoulder and in my head,
and while I shrug off each yawn
you exaggerate them instead.
In the darkness I'll be your light,
I'll guide you down each path and road,
up up, down down, left right, left right,
B A, B A, select and start; that is the contra code.