The world is unfolding inside of me
because your departure took
the east, the west, the north, the south,
the fall, the spring, the trees from me.

I wanted to write your name down in blood
over and over and over
on slabs of gold and stone
but you prefer to be left alone.

I wanted to build a monument of your face
to overlook your land, your tribes, your home
but you prefer to be left alone.

Instead, I wrote your name on lavender sands,
your birth date on the golden change of winds,
my love for you on the sunset over the Indian Ocean.

I wrote everything for you
on places of scatter
and on places of dissolve.

I wanted to leave your mark on the world
but realized the irony in such
because you are already aligned
with the rising sun and setting moon,
you are already an endless cycle of life and death.

Still, I want to write you down in history
but you don't want to leave your mark on the world,
you don't want your coming and going announced.

To leave my mark on the world,
you said,
I would first have to injure it,
disturb the status quo,
but I would rather be left alone.

"I don't think I've actually ever been in love before. Of course there were boys that could put a million butterflies in my stomach and make my head go fuzzy. But now it's you and you make me feel things. I crave your touch. Our hugs are so close yet not close enough. Your hand in mine sends tingles through my body and a smile upon my lips. I can't help but stare when you are around me because, oh God,  I cannot get enough of you. And I think I love you. I really do, but I am too scared to admit it because I'm not sure what being in love feels like."

If I could I'd climb the levee's that border your heart and dive into the deepest part of your soul despite my fear of drowning
I would have no intentions to walk on this water
My only intentions is to show you my ability to walk by faith
So blind me as I ascend above your walls with no sight just so I can fall deep within the typhoons of your curly hair
They remind me of the tidal waves from the seven seas so if I had to narrow it down you would be something like the Pacific
A body of emotional tsunamis with catastrophic surges from a series of seismic earthquakes but truth is I love being your plate tectonic
I want to be a part of all your movements
But you also remind me of a twister
A rapid spinning tornado moving swiftly while trying to avoid the encounter of a relationship
Not knowing sometimes love requires you to swim over to the deep end
And if you do so…
Know that I will crave you in the weirdest way by drowning myself beneath your abyss until I fall so deep my face is found engraved on your body like the tattoos on your hips
I will tattoo myself on your lips and pierce passion marks across the pigments of your skin until you wear my infatuation like makeup
I will dive into your realm and drown myself in your irises until my spirit rises into a plethora of passion
So let me be the first to say that your something like a Goddess, reminding me of the daughter of Poseidon
I get so lost when I listen to your voice
Those vibrato's remind me of a clash of thunder during storms
A deep blue sea of waves crashing onto the shorelines of my chest just trying to penetrate its corridors
But I am no longer afraid of drowning
I am only afraid of falling this deep alone
So let's take this dive of faith and runaway holding faith and endless possibilities
Until we become more vast than the Pacific Ocean

for Oscar Wilde

If only love came easy.
Once exposed to its removal, its terror, the heart grows queasy.
How hard it can be
To know loving's unlovely
Side: The caught breath once the curtain falls,
Deadened sanctity when recent calls
Turn against self-esteem.
"Was it just a dream?";
"Was it a rue,
Temporary?"; "Was it true?"
Questions amount to nothing.
Answers only seem like bluffing.
I want to love you,
But I know the drill: Two,
Then one. One's pain *is expectation,
One's guilt is association.
"Life is short—let them care";
I wait...I dream...I stare...

We should lay under
warm blankets,
listen to slow music,
and let a symphony take us
to breath-taking heights
as love provides
melody and harmony;
you and I
together.
Forever.

We flew together,
soaring higher than
our dreams ever took us.

Hand in hand
we rode warm currents,
watching earth slowly
getting smaller.

An eagle followed us,
screaming displeasure
at our intrusion
in his lofty kingdom.

Laughter echoed
between majestic clouds,
love carried us
along this magnificent journey.

We took flight,
holding each other
tight.

And though it seemed
like we were flying,
we always remained
grounded.

It goes like this:

One day you feel lost. You have strayed from the path, and when you look up you don’t know where you are. But something within pushes you on. So on you go; no reason, no rhyme, and with no real destination in sight.

Farther on you meet someone. A stranger, and for some mysterious reason you feel more connected to this person than anyone else. There is something about them you’ve never encountered before.

In the beginning you arrive early and leave late, wishing you never have to leave at all. You think you know what it is about them that makes you want to be with them all the time. But you don’t, you’ve not yet seen below the surface. Then you see that they are kind, and they are compassionate, they are generous and loving. It’s like they have come to you for some higher purpose; to reveal to you what you fail to see in yourself; like an Angel. You feel that the deepest part of them, is the deepest part of you.
  
The day comes when you know without question why you love them. With them, overtime, you find out what loves is, and what love is not.    

Then one day you realise that the stranger you met, when you strayed from the path, is the destination. You just had to lose yourself to find them so you could create the path together.

I wouldn't give you the moon.
If I did, I'd be your hero.
And a hero I am not.
Hero's fear nothing.
And I fear plenty.
Men are entitled men through character.
To what glory shall powers be, when a man can not "describe thee to a summers day?"
I choose your smile, instead of your awe.

I can't write poetry
All the tension for my exam
Is ensconced in my brain
I can't think much
I have a mind to tame
Or else I'll forget
What I learnt
And if I write poetry
All the equations
Settled in my mind
Would get burnt.

I can't write poetry
Because I am too tired to think,
About a beautiful topic,
And decorate it with my ink
On a white sheet of paper,
Devoid of emotions,
Demanding for it to be filled
With words full of actions.

I can't write poetry
Because I think
I am not good enough
But when I begin to write
I can't stop writing about random stuff
And make connections
With the previous line
To make a poem
That at least I would love
To read after a long time
And dive in the ocean of my old thoughts.

I can't write poetry
Because I don't know enough words
To describe what I am thinking
I know the simple language
But I can't stop my mind from sinking
Deep into my mind's dictionary
Of limited words.

I can't write poetry
Because I think
I am not thinking right now
I am just writing random words
To make them, somehow,
Rhyme with eachother.

I am writing this
Because I can't stop writing poetry
Not matter how bad it is,
Like a bird I feel free
When I express my emotions
With poetry.