I hate how you did me.
I'm now more content with being broken
but what you did to me is pretty ****** up.
You made me believe I was special and just when
I had finally gotten built up..
You found it your guilty pleasure to break me down.
I'm okay.
I keep telling myself I'm okay.
I'm okay.

I'm not okay.
And you know what *****?
Now I am going to be how you were.
I'm going to be closed off from being broken and
I'm not going to let anyone love me.
I'm going to fuss and fight against the love I want to feel.
I'm not going to treat myself right and you're the one who did the damage.
How is that right?

My Hands are Writing Today
My Words are Finding Today
My Mind are Starring Today
My Thoughts are flying today
My Paper are colouring Today
My Stamp are Riding Today
My Time are Raising today
My Loves are Ending Today
                 But
My eyes are leaked today
My Story are Endless Today......

after spending

a lifetime on love

writing epic fiction

about romeo and juliet

Before I could escape

faith decided

to automatically

delete my lover

It destroyed my life work

I had put my soul on hold

I had tired uploading

but all was lost

the page reloaded

I was frantically

trying to PROTECT

my  faithful lover

from a system that

destroys   anything beautiful

I was dictated a new start

by force

I tried...
But I don't know if there are the words.
In either language I know.
To describe just how special you are.
To me.

I'll keep looking...

blue flash..
blue sun bolts of the sky..
the lightning feels me cry..

teardrops fall..
from storms of my emotions..
lightning fills this sky like an electric ocean..

lightning has made me forget the stars..
dancing and chasing..
endless blue blazing..

The seed of passion is a delicate creature. Water it with to much love, and it will drown. Plant it in the roots of hate, and it will shrivle. The soils of time are the perfect location, yet too much soil, and the plant becomes smotherd. Give a good man all your love, but don't become dependant on him. I believe in you, young flower. Soon enough, you will be a giant bean stalk. All you need is right in front of you; if only you' be smart about how you use it.

hello poetry, can you put me in the mood
give me your sacred anthologies
your oceans and rivers too

human insight seems to fail in everyone I knew
like painted sandcastles on a gravel beat
a song lyric draped in Princeton blue

don't hoard the cadavers from both of us
this is one right you cannot undo
licorice rope to tie the knot, in the coma you've slipped into

I'm better now.
Beat. Shake. Hands shake.
You okay? Blink. "I'm fine."
(Don't think. It's not a crime
to feel like your skin doesn't fit.)
To not really want to quit
any more. Hands shake. Beat. Blink.
Break. Boots quake.
Blisters pop inside your brain.
You okay? Blink. What?
"Sorry. Just not sleeping well."
(Going through Hell. Can't tell you that.)

I'm fine. Thanks for the sympathy.
(Throw me a line.)