One minute to say “Goodbye”.
No words and no need to think of,
No grief of grudges and no regrets.
It’s the last minute of our love.

Your cold look and measured breathing,
Your silence and breathing ‘in out’ in tune.
Could you and I imagined, my dear,
That we’d end up like this as soon?

The minute is dreadfully long.
It’s like the time completely stops.
We can soothe the heart, freeze the soul,
But we can’t get pardon from love. No hopes.

You ran a blitzkrieg on my heart,
Invading like the Mongol's carte,
Menu of skulls and bones.

After your attack,
You settled down,
Sweeping up the bruise and blood.

Then you just left,
What? I thought you wanted this nation?
I guess not.

I am having my very first heartbreak

Not the one gifted by my highschool sweetheart

Or crushes kissing someone else's,

Not to this extent they made me ache

faking my senses

To the point where I believe my existence is a mistake.


Who am i?


The person who i had to be to become more lovable,

More palatable

Their emotional punching bond,

mental spitting pond


Where am i?


within the vacuum of nothingness, bye,

I am swirling into the great rock bottom beyond,

Where my failures are calling me down to die,

But, Giving up my life to appease the devil can...not.


I am having my very first heartbreak

My parents don’t love me for who i really am

But for who they prefer me to wake

To the expense of my authentic self so i self harm

With an emotional and mental intake,

That keeps my realness locked up, so i  forsake

Because how can I enter this world without them behind my back?


Born to be ashamed, i am

Guilty of inadequacies so they request i parent them

Neglected, i abandon my inner child now orphaned

No place within to call home

Everywhere in my heart its cold, not warm

I crave this loss of love, I am ******!

So i lose my dignity to get as little love i can get, slam

i am having my first heartbreak

Because i am lame

The small warfield of myriad battles
few were triumphant, a lot were fatal
burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest
once there dreams were sought to nest

home for love, passion and reform
gloomy it turned, after the storm
beating up being weary and worn
bear the freight of promises torn

one half of mine through thick and thin
confidant of every defeat and win
the secrets that it kept within
throbbing inside like spiny whin

reconvening the shreds of heart
razed by one and was torn apart
still it is ready to be my friend
pledged to never leave me in end

What is this thing called poetry?
Is it words on paper,
Lined up nicely,
Rhymes assembled tightly?
Or is it a little deeper than that,
Is poetry a feeling?
A little flutter in your heart,
An echo in the fabric of your soul.
Maybe it's a small candle spark,
Flitting in the dark,
As you sleep peacefully.
So what is this thing we call poetry?

You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
You gave it all your heart
and it just got broke again.

It just got broke again
Oh… It just got broke again.

You dressed unto the nines,
now I guess he’ll never see.
You painted a whole world, clearly it
is not meant to be.

Not meant to be.
Oh… not meant to be.

He let you down again
now you’re sick of this pain,
from Baltimore to somewhere
should you get onto that train?

Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.

Honey, don’t cry,
And don’t you ever!
A diamond will fetch its highest prize
If you shed one tiny tear!
And honey, don’t you ever be sad,
You’re faster than the brightest comet,
So the past won’t haunt you
Even if he tries very hard to.
You’re the fire, either the water,
Burning as the core of the earth
Or cold as the silence of the cosmos,
Or you’re equally powerful in between.
You’re beautiful, my darling
In your very own way
You’re nature made
You’re who you yourself made
One and only among this vast Milky Way.