Why can't I express myself into words?
This heaviness, stuck to my arms and mouth,
It makes feel like a butterfly stuck in a web.
I want to talk and write more and more,
My word is getting duller and duller
I want to confess to you
I want to speak to my friends
I want to be happy.

A form of art

There is a door
Out there
It is back door of a house
People come and go all night
Nobody knows who are they.

People around me
Chit chat all day, everyday
They are my friends and family,
I assure them, I praise them.
They give me smile and they give me shrug
Back of my mind, thought come and go
Thoughts never match our conversation.

Mysterious back door open once in a while
Only then we know who are they coming and going


Truth lives behind that locked back door.
You live behind that door.
Real you.
Sometime you come out and express yourself.

I wish there are words to explain the kind of feeling that I experience when I'm with you; When you do those little things.

When you smirk
When you eat so slow
When you wait your soda to water down
When we laugh over our inside jokes
When we get sarcastic and all judgy
How you wish me success
How you look at me in the eyes when I tell my  stories
How you hold my hand
Whenever you ask if I am happy
How you find ways and say the right words to cheer me up
How you validate my feelings and ambitions
How we talk about our dreams and hopes
How you assure me that I am enough

I guess there are really no poems or haikus that can express how you make my heart flutter.
I'm a writer by profession but maybe  these will always make me wonder.

There are feelings that will never turn into words.
Maybe those are meant to feed my heart and soul.

HELLO poetry
& GOODBYE to prose
As I speak THE rhythm goes
Beats & PATTERNS
Emotions & THOUGHTS
The electricity that SPARKS my art
Opposites, raps, heart & MIND
Now I gotta end this little POEM of mine!