Rebuffed
by expressionless faces
you'll never meet.

An image
can't be identified
through a distorted lens.

Weary words
defrost
as egotistical dreams.

Points of view
compete with self-esteem
and dysfunctional genes.

I am counting days and nights
Sitting under the **** sky ..
Reading , writing and cherishing about
How will it be when I will ...
        Actually meet you !

Those voice mails , recordered songs , text messages
While walking bare feet on the grass
And smirking watching the same text over and over .

It's night again , where I will ..
Just do what I keep doing the best !
D-R-E-A-M   on !

And I keep on waiting for those days
When I will see you ...
Touch your fragile skin ...
Make you smile and keep it forever ...
Because "smile" is what you need .

You can't stop smiling just because ,
They told "not to do so , you don't look good."
They aren't somebody to understand
What one "smile" brings to people ...
     It makes life worthy .
       Always..

Don't stop doing something which you love to ,
Just because  "they" told not to do so .

You are way more beautiful than you think .
You are beyond 'humanity'...
You are the pure soul,
Who knows what is "love"
Who knows the value of "tears"
Who knows beauty doesn't get a definition by "skin color"

You are the one I am eager to meet ,
Because you are not "somebody else".

"........ And here I keep on waiting for those days to come ,
         Soon .."

Perhaps that we will meet in another life;
In the birds, the trees or the air.


F.Z.N

It’s been a long time

since the book in my hands

had a cracked spine.

And it’s been a long time,

since my hands traveled

the distance along yours.

I sit easy watching you from afar
Your golden hair flowing in the summer breeze
The twinkle of your deep blue eyes they do capture me
You catch my eye and you're all so shy and turn away from me

I seek to see you smile
But distant you remain from me
Talking with friends and laughing
I watch in awe

I walk over to where you are to greet you
Eyes finally meeting
More beauty I see than I've ever known
Could this be mine truely
I calm my heart

Talking and waking
Radiant both within and externally
I want more Of this joy
I'm Blessed to meet you

We laugh and talk like great friends
Lost but now reconnected
In these Green  lush fields

Our time coming to a close soon
The boat begins to board
Holding your hand we embrace and I watch you smile
A single kiss for a true love that never ends
A remembrance of all memories

I whisper in your ear
'Until we meet again'
A final embrace and we depart

I sit uneasy watching you from afar
Your golden hair flowing in the summer breeze
The twinkle of your deep blue eyes they do capture me

We share a room. The light from her iPod stopped bugging me after a while.
We took out the bunk bed after we decided to be grown ups.
On a double matteress we gather hours of rest,
Our bodies barely touch or coil together
Just the breathing sounds we make in our sleep states are comforting enough.
When we hear a bump, we consult each other of whether we should leave the room or just go back to bed.
She started asking me to cover for her.
So mom wouldn't know what she was up to.
Mom trusts us as we would hope. And we hardly break that trust.
Life stopped being complicated for me.
It's like it began anew,  
Unfolding
Straightening paths
Smoothing the crinkles in each sheet that layover my little body
The bends disappeared, crusted confrontations
Forgotten.
I met him from a great friend of mine. We argued over something silly.
He called me after I explained I was upset.
I beat myself over the dry branches of thick trees
Scolding myself. Insulting myself.
I did nothing but remind myself of my exclusive habits to handsome men.
But he visited me and upon that spree of him skipping class, he was beautiful like the men. So I thought maybe, in the back of my mind, that I could explore him like the others and relieve him and myself of whatever we were clinging to.
He was clinging to something short of sadness. Much like grief.
And he explained that I was good and shouldn't place myself in a damp hole when the sun is capable of more than being bright and warm.
So we spoke and lay together in my bed resisting silly things.
Sitting up together he is ready to leave he says 'I'm glad I skipped class today.'
He kisses me. Telling me that he isnt interested in much else.

My mouth is filled with sweet smells, bitter tastes. This boys limbs quake, heart punching rib bones as fast as man boy can take, his glasses tremble to his skin too. Everything sticks slowly. I can see the ceiling moving. The shadows against its popcorn texture. I can hear my mother clicking her mouse by the computer. He breathes in, pupils enlarge almost as loud as an animals shriek.

I think I twitched.
My sister forgot to make the bed that day.
And I'm glad becaus he doesn't make his bed either.

I'll never get used to seeing you
Every single time
It's a new you
reflecting
a new me

If you asked me the question:
“what’s the one thing you want to do before you die?”
I’d say I want to meet the cat who lives outside.
The cat that meows day and night.
The cat that keeps his face out of sight.
The one that will cause the biggest commotion
But will look with wonder and aw with the most precious notion.
The kitty that yells out that people aren't clean.
Meowing at everything but is never seen.
The one who hisses when he doesn't know I’m listening.
I can’t help but listen to the things he knew.
It’s the only thing I have the power to do.
The very few times I've seen him,
He never looks the same.
I don’t know what he looks like
I only know his name.
I wish I knew the way he appears
The way he laughs, or cries, or stressed, or in fear.
All I can do is guess from what I hear.
He talks about leaving.
So long I would be grieving.
Places too far away for me to see him.
Too far for me to do anything.
He might look at me and be grim.
But all I ask for is a chance
A chance see who that cat really is.