The day today is like any other day
But something's different from yesterday
Before, I was cheerful and happy
Today, I am lost and chappy

Nevertheless, the show of life must go on
In spite of transforming me into a con
Bizarre, is this feeling of course
Maybe something was to happen, for better or for worse

Whatever will happen can only be seen
In the near future, live, off the screen
Still, something bothers my mind
Just wishing the stars, to be kind


|AB|

I love you like a
tired
broken down
college student
loves their fifth cup of coffee
at 3am
while slaving away
under the dim light of a lamp
in the
corner of a library

Her bright brown eyes on the luminous Sun rested.
The mere prospect of a new day entailed excitement.
Up and down she jumped in pure juvenile mirth
This four year old was in love with the Universe.

'One day I'll be seventeen,' her colourful mind exclaimed.
'I'll be big and beautiful and grown up!'
The thought of the future made her eyes sparkle
The joy in those brown pools was untouchable.

Her sleep-deprived brown eyes on the luminous Sun rest.
The mere prospect of a new day makes her groan.
Up and down she jumps in pure frustration.
This seventeen year old is in war with the universe

'Never again will I be four,' her grey mind states.
She feels small and unattractive and worn down.
The thought of the future makes her eyes sparkle.
The teary fear in those brown pools is untouchable.

I compare my love for you to my driving.

Reckless.
Youthful.
Shouldn't be allowed.
Dangerous.

Yet I need it to get to where I want to go.

Everyone drives.
The ones who don't are content with that alone.

I shouldn't be allowed to.

I put my foot to the gas.
Trying to reach you.
Terryfying and exhilarating all at the same time.
But I'm all in.

Stop.

Abrupt.
Shock.
Fear.
Sorrow.

And it might just still be allowed.

That pretty face of that pretty moon                                                                      Looks pretty like that pretty face                                                                            On our planet anytime ,but                                                                                     When that pretty face of that moon                                                                       Disappears up in the sky                                                                                         In the daytime ,then                                                                                                 That pretty face ,                                                                                                      On our earth , appears permanently ...                                                                  Both of them are pretty and wonderful                                                                  Simply because both of them                                                                             Were created by a Great Creator ...                                                                    It's difficult to compare pretty faces                                                                   Like that one that is located up in the sky and                                                  That one that resides somewhere on our earth ....

branches run like the veins
across my fair-skinned arm
much like a dead one
am I unrooted
fallen, life poured out of me
a bare conifer still breathing
life into something
someone

I have no more inspiration.
A forced line...
Trying to describe my love for you...I come to a blank.
And that's when you know a poet it truly in love. They take your words away as well as your breath. You love them unconditionally to the point you cant romanticize it down on paper anymore because the magic you feel and see when you're with them cant be described.
The words you force for them are sub-par and inadequate.
The poems are an unwritten scripture to the one you worship in the bedroom.