Love my friend is subjective
for some, it is objective

As it starts with infatuation
ends with celebration sometimes
but mostly hides in the broken hearts
of the pessimistic and optimists alike
For some, it is a turning point
for some, it is a joke
but who understands it the most?
One whose heart broke?
Or who has got so much of it to boast?
For me its a ghost
haunts me the most
when times are tough
road is rough

Also, love is a feeling.
Of each breath of your lover
so carefully being noted
that you can never forget
it is a tough bet
that you let this emotion rest
it is a test.

In the corner of my eye I see things vaguely
In the corner of my eye I see things badly
In the corner of my eye I sense dreams so nicely
In the corner of my eye I felt tragic behind me


But in the corner of my eye few people notice my fall down
'Cause in the corner of my eye there's a guild war
And only my heart beat ceased the fire
The calmness of the night made me wonder where I was wrong

In the corner of my eye I see them having dreams
In the corner of my eye I see dreams became reality
But In the corner of my eye the dreams that became reality is now just a lullaby

someday i’ll be too busy to notice the vampires
the sun wakes me up and i know who i am
maybe the chaos will always be there but
i’ll find a way to break it down into mulch and grow
pears and herbs and gardenias from what’s left of me
it takes a while to accept that the shadows matter
and i can’t pretend to know the watermelon lollipop
without the tongue that exists only to melt it away
to turn it into nothing until all that’s left is a paper stick
it might feel like freedom now but it can’t forever
i’ll pull down the curtains and never snooze an alarm again
the worst thing i can think of is writing the same poem
each day for the rest of my life and everyone knowing it
but me

Fire Agate

Rendered at last,
  with seamless lines
    of every shade
  and layer on top of layer

As we know,
  one burning tree
    can set
      it's forest aglow

and so came her soul
  with fire's inside

    But with fire comes chaos

Birches chirp
  for consequential change
    for her edge's
      to chip away
Then a Maple
  , through sweet rustles,
     asks for more
Willows fume
  fatal wishes
    for the forest
    to surrender,
  for water over embers
A Cypress follows
  , with deep concern,
      and begs to stand
Ashes whisper
  for another
    just one more day
But an Elm
  seeks that same color
    but within her
  and to stay

It's dangerous to dance
  with this many tree's

"One day,
  maybe I'll break,
and maybe someone,
  maybe you,
    will see

between the waves
  that meet at peak,
    that fold into another,
see why the cold sky
  shy's behind the hot sun
    but are drawn together,
see below the clear surface
  that deceives
    by gifting you assumptions,
see how clear agate
  over hematite
    gives you iridescence,
see beyond the points
  we know,
    and please see
  where a circle stops.

Maybe you'll see
  what I can't

    , me"