Today I'm feeling somewhat low,
sure enough, my uninvited guest yet again visits me,
And on so many levels has filled my gullible mind with all doubt and negativity,
Yep, Impossible visits me frequently,
Mostly when I'm alone, can't sleep and in bed,
"You'll never accomplish that" it sniggers, well those are some of the words I hear in my head.

"Enough!" I say unto Impossible,
"You are not welcome here any more,
At long last, your information you repeatedly feed me, I don't believe and will no longer store,
I know and now see you Impossible,
Your simply impossibility imposed on me.
I've recently got to know possible,
Who is more of a support in my time of need."

Lesson; Whenever you think things are impossible,
Remember this poem you've read.
That all things are truly possible,
Impossible aims to reside in your head.

I know inside this is right
Still it feels so wrong
I am sitting here all alone
Believing its where I belong

Wouldn't my mother be so proud
To see what I have become?
Hidden behind hurt and unhappiness
Shut off from **** near everyone

I will listen to this music
Smile and I'll lie
Show how strong I can be
I just want to cry

I am too afraid to reach out
Try and take somebody's hand
When it is an impossibility
They could ever understand

you’re the sun that rose again in my life
a childhood dream come true
all tears are gone
the moment i set my eyes on you

you are happiness defined,
the cause of my euphoria
you are my peace of mind,
my love, my gloria

when i’m with you,
even the desert becomes the sea
all things seem possible
when it is just you and me—
      for it is in your presence,
      that i feel the most free.

We knew each other like our souls were intertwined. Like we were born from the old age of romantics. Like past lovers continuing their love story at this age.
  All of our deep talks connected with our beliefs. Every lines we took, sparks cast beneath our silhouettes when we embrace twilight. And when our eyes met, it feels like the stars has got to it's places- the sense of belongness.
    The universe made a deal and wanted us to be together. Because, we were above meant to each other.
   But when everything was beautiful, you backfired. Telling me you can't go on. Telling me that we were meant to each other but not being together. You don't visualized the things happening around. You don't have our world. Because for you, it was all just talk of the things. Our love, it was unrequitted after all.

Lately I feel
I am being crushed
between tectonic plates
of Impossibility

The advice of those around
contradictory and senseless
The constraints offered
leave no possible solution

Then I see
that it's not me
The game they gave
has no salve

I'm in the wrong game
This game is actually
Theirs

intruding light
has corrupted
black night's
real character.

What are you going to do —
now that I stare at you,
listening into the silence, howling
the absence of noise?
What are you going to do —
now that my heart and all the ounce
of reason that embraces it, drops
into the cold tile floor?
What are you going to do —
now when the distance that separates
my feet to your feet is a
giant stretch of air, and people,
and books and rubble and
impossibility
and dying chances?