My heart is crying loudly
I am ignoring it unknowingly
It has one million of words to say and scream

Why is this so hard
I am so disappointed.
Looking for light
And still not knowing what the point is.
Everyone is going to die in the end.
We all try to reach something special, my friend.

And till we die there is no correct measurement
To our life and it's success or our regret.

So, within the crowds of people and chaos,
It was your face that I vaguely remember.
I think it was in Winter or around December,
If I Recollect correctly, it was probably November.

You were walking through the Crowds, so tall and so lean,
A crafted work of art, so unreal as it might seem.
It was so noisy, that I was lost in my own thoughts.
The expression on your face, was worried and distraught.

I remember it like it was just yesterday
I was wondering if your are Okay?
you seemed to be troubled by something
you just went on your Merry Way!!

To this Day I remember,
how you made an expression on me.
I just wished I could have known what was wrong
You are nothing but a Faded memory


B.R.
Date: Unknown

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there you go,
you can write a poem now.

Music
It gets me through,
Hearing others express how i feel
Grief
Confusion
Relationships
Friendships
All those…
more.

Expressions being expressed
Doesn't work
I speak in crushed riddles
With cracks
And quick unprepared responses
That were shoved out because i haven't spoke in hours
excited for company
came off awkward
            Just liked the feeling of a conversation
Life is like that
And music lets me communicate and exist
It's what i lean on

hello?
you there…?
i can’t hear you!
we haven’t talked in a while, it’s true.
thought i’d remind you - the rent is due.
maybe… have a shower, or two?

i wanted to -
let you -
know that i haven’t given up on you.
though i’ll admit, it took a lot of work -
to finally get through to you.

it was brave what you did,
and stupid at the same time;
thinking you could make the climb,
holding on to your gratuitous rhymes.

it takes a while to see what's wrong
with all the ways you've known all along;
it never hurts to take a little detour -
ask for help, when you're not too sure.

don’t be too ******* yourself,
take it easy.
not everyone will see, or get,
what you see.
move around -
pick up a book -
or better, a blank page.
let your purpose take the center stage.

just one thing before i go,
perhaps, it’s good to let a few things go.  
anyway,
thought you could use some counseling.
come to think of it,
were you even listening?
hello?
you there…?

I come to you again.
Always do.
And sure as eggs,
You’re always here,
Right where I left you.

I bring you the mundanities that weave me together;
I hope they’re beautiful in their ordinariness.

Pointillist.

You know that painting,
The one of the people in the park?
Like that, my mundanities.
Like if I step back one day,
My moments will be arranged into a perfect pattern of great and universal significance.

Having a daughter.
Tasting an orange.
Holding.
Being held.

Writing a little heart song when I should be asleep
The words of my whims dotting the landscape
While the dog smiles and snores at the foot of the bed.

Oh, look, I’ll say.

I see it now.

write a verse,
write a song,
write it with the chillum, on a ****.
write slow, write fast -
write with an ******* while it lasts.
write for the right reasons, and the wrong ones too:
write because it matters to you.
write like a man, write like a woman -
write despite their contempt, unforgiven.
write on the walls,
of the times you recall -
when you felt small,
or when you’d fall.
write your heart out!
write your ***** out! -
and don’t you ever doubt -    
wheather it’ll work out,
or choke your bank account.
write, if not for anything -
for the hope that still lies within;
just write, do not ask why!
if you must know -
write because you’d rather die.

write, my friend -
write.