If jumping to conclusions was an Olympic event..

I'd have my medals stripped after finding performance enhancers in my blood.

Being the best isn't always a good thing.

I don't know who this is for,
Who's address I would put on the envelope.
I have a few people in mind,
But I don't know if sending this to them would be the best idea.

I guess it's an open letter to my younger self.
My 15 year old self who was thrown into chaos,
Who walked into a crowd of scheming, malicious friends.

Friends? You ask.
Yes they were my friends,
And they fought,
And stole,
And clawed their way to the top of a power structure,
Just to have it all tumbling down.

I was there the entire time.
Never clawing,
Or climbing,
Just trying to hold everyone together,
Keep everyone' s peace of mind,
While I lost my own.

What they never realized,
What I barely realized,
Was that as they played the game,
Learned the rules,
Learned to win and lose,

I forgot those rules.
Forgot is too nice,
I ignored them.

I lost my head making sure everyone kept theirs,
And when the dust settled,
When everyone took off their masks and assessed the damage,
I was there.

At the top

Alone.

No one noticed,
They were to busy pointing fingers.
While they were busy throwing metaphorical stones and spears,
I was placing land mines,
And trip wires.

At the end of the day,
When the battle was over,
It was me and me alone at the top.
The victor,
The one who had amassed all the power and influence my friends were desperately trying to hold on to.

I am still here,
Pondering my morality,
Pondering how ******* lonely it is.

Because while they built the pedestal,
Put me on top of it,
And surrendered without even realizing it,

They also isolated themselves from me.
And me from them.
And they have yet to realize the war they have lost.

While they were busy throwing insults,
Calling each other monsters,
They never even looked at me,
Or noticed me.

I sat there,
The most power hungry,
Conniving,
And ambitious one of all.
I sat at the top,
And no one even noticed.

So to my 15 year old self,
Who was thrown into the fire,
And learned to lie,
And cheat,
And steal,
Who learned to not only survive,
But conquer them all-

I notice you.
And I fear the day you get to show your true colors again.

The wine flowed from the bottle  

as the words flowed from my pen.

It was my best ever.  

A match for the greats:  

Kipling, Thomas and Henley.

And one that my favourite, Bukowski

Would be happy to say

You matched me today.

I celebrated my masterpiece

With another glass of wine

Before going to bed, joyous

With the feeling I had created

My Magnum Opus.

In the morning I rose,

Clear headed and happy with

The memory of my creation.

I read it again.

It sounded different.  

This was not the splendid verse I recalled.

It was the ramblings of a drunken mind

Bukowski would say

Try again Man

This is a pile of crap.

Suddenly, I had a hangover.

Come, O' child of the West!
As the towers fall and the abbeys rust
And the rising glass facades of dust
Preach you lies and folly thus!

In these fronds of existentia
And those shackled souls scared to devise
Diviner's fall their way to sight

For an oculus of clear sky
shivers in green
For utopia never before seen

God, the amalgamate of rock
And every bullet fired lost
Some section of jewel created in you
And gave the ending her fair dues

The safest tree that grows
In empty valley and fair meadow
With dying breath of barren roots she screams
In sunder surrendered everything

As the child, clutched tightly to her breast
The waves of time, in pounding crests
A volley, a riot of thunderous fear
And whisper poison into thine ear

Do not despair, tis not your fate
For those with gold kept still to trade
In Perpetua your colonnade
Shall forever rest that fair maid.

I've been trying to write a poem about you for weeks now,
So why not write one about how it's nearly impossible to completely describe the sparkle in your eyes whenever you know we're both thinking the same thing.
You often ask me to describe you with one word,
But I think that's unfair because you're so much more than just one word.
You are hundreds of unfinished novels,
You are a lifetime of mysteries that seem impossible to solve,
You are that song stuck in everyone's head,
You are a warm cup of coffee in a cruel, cold day.
You are every shooting star in the universe whose assigned wish is to meet someone like you.
You are my trying so hard to come up with metaphors because that is the only way I can even get close to how wonderful you are.
Our laughter and thoughts seem to be in sync and our tears seem to fall in a rhythm that only waterfalls have been able to master.
I'm a dreamer and you're realistic.
Some might think our differences won't let us get along but I think it makes us fit together.
My head is always in the clouds but you seem to understand the force of gravity perfectly.
I am always daydreaming:
Looking at the moon's imperfections and trying to relate to it,
Because maybe that way neither one of us would feel so lonely.
I do this while you consider the probabilities:
Thinking rationally through adversity and over-thinking equations
Because what chance is there of your wish coming true?
Sometimes, I need someone to pull me from my feet back to the ground, because if I stay up there too long I WILL get lost, and you know that.
But other times, though, you need someone to grab you by the hand and bring you somewhere magical, because escaping is also a way of staying sane, and I know that.
I am so clumsy, and that's why you're always beside me, making sure that I stay balanced.
And if I happen to fall, which I do sometimes, you're there to pick me back up (right after laughing of course).
But what blows my mind is how oblivious you are of your greatness.
you’re full of generosity,
which balances out well with my animosity,
And even though my mind has the capacity to move at rapid velocities.
You are still able to stop the possible monstrosities.
You understand me better than anyone,
And whenever the waterfall turns into a storm, you are the sun that claims that better days are coming.
So this is for you. I cannot quite find words beautiful enough to describe you entirely,
But I do know how to say thank you.
And no, this one isn't about a boy.
I'm talking about my best friend.

Oh merry townsfolk of mirth and glee!
You have crossed the bridge beyond the sea


To a land where no one knows your name
Contesting to bring your town some fame


Giving evaluations & tickling some nerves
Finally waiting 'til the best judgement serves


Win or lose? Reflect your journey and you will see
No matter the situation, a winner thou shall be

She's better than the rest. One of the best.
She is smart. VERY SMART!!
Her laughter is pure, like of a small kid.
She makes a strange face when studying like burden of whole world is on her shoulders.
She sings,she plays,
she does dancing , she does everything.
She's a great friend.
All these things make her better than the rest
but what makes her unique?
It is that penguin walk of her when she is walking back from college but her hands stay still.
It's her revenge plotting looks when she is trying to concentrate and look into microscope.
It's her meeky voice in front of teachers which usually bursts on random occasions.
She would talk to you like she's an old friend.
Everyone likes her.
She just wants to be a firefly but she is indeed the sun.