She's the ink that forces my pen to bleed words

I've always wanted to be naked in front of you
Not naked in a way you would think
Without the clothes and jeans
But naked
Without all the secrets and walls
To let you in to my soul
For you to see my chaotic thoughts
To take a glimpse at my deepest fears
To marvel at my arduous dreams
To laugh at my embarrassing moments
To cry at my forlorn stories

After this, know that
This is the most intimate moment
I can share with you
For I have never let anyone
See me this naked

I wrote letters
for myself
five years from now
telling him
that it's okay
to cry
once in a while
that tears
are not a sign
of weakness
but an emotion
taking shape
freeing itself
from the binds of body.

I comfort him
with lies
telling him
that if he waits
eventually
everything will
turn out
fine,
that the fire
won't burn as much
if left untouched

I tell him
that broken guitars
can sing too.
Out of tune
maybe
but the melody
is there
howling
on the moon
and the shadows
are its audience.

I convince him
to tuck himself on bed
every night
and sleep
to count the sheep
and drift away
without the help
of tears.

I tell him
that I hope
five years from now
that he reads
these letters,
that i pray
it won't be left
unread
collecting dust
in the corner
of an empty room
deprived of joy
and life.

It's unfortunate
how the sky
is getting uglier
by the day --

I look up
and only see
the roof of a
cage
I cannot be
free
from.

The stars are beautiful because they are burning out, dying.

She loved him
  So she said yes
Tears of joy stream down her face
As he put the ring on her finger
Under the tree where they met
Birds singing lullabies surround them
Wishing them a forevermore

Years pass

She loved him
  So she hid the pain
Blood streams down her face
As his knuckles kiss her lips
Shattering his fragile promises
Together with her bones

Weeks pass

She loved him
  So she set him free
A smile forms on her face
As she pulled the ****** knife from his body
A pool of blood forms on her feet
Joy and grief filled her soul

Days pass

She loved him
  So she went with him
A blank face was all that is left
As she hanged herself from that tree
Birds singing lullabies surround her
Comforting her troubled soul

Hello

The wind whispers
As you walk past me
A different kind of pain
Surged through my whole being
A punch is tolerable
Unpleasant words would've been better
But the harrowing silence
Between two stars that were once part
Of a constellation
Is unbearable

Emotions protrude from us
A curious mix of love and anger
Swirls between our bodies
Have we forgotten
How beautiful of a storm we are
When we're together?

Not now

The wind once again whispers
For now this breeze will decide
The fate of two strangers
But before we sunder
Hear my whisper
I'll wait for an answer

How are you?

it was raining outside
and the raindrops created a music
a symphony for love
hopes and dreams
that were lost
like tears in the rain

I once saw a beautiful garden.
Between the red road and a beautiful sea,
curiosity got the better of me
and I examined all the greenery.

The flowers, with their remarkable beauty,
stands out among the rest.
Picked by everyone who passes by,
adored and treated well.
But as they grow old and wither,
used and tattered like pieces of paper,
they are thrown and replaced by another.

The trees, while not the most beautiful,
are sturdy and tall.
From a simple seed they grow,
years of patience and suffering they endured,
just for that view on the top.
But not every seed survives,
for storms can take their roots off the ground,
and take their hopes away anytime.

And then there's the grass,
lying about on the soil,
stepped on by everyone
and barely getting by.
They are not pretty nor sturdy.
They have nothing special.
But still they try.
To grow taller and taller,
so they can at least see the view,
and enjoy the breeze at the top.

And as I left the garden,
I looked back and smiled,
Because even though they're different
They live in perfect harmony.
Because they all just want to see,
the view at the top.

Dreams are much better
Than my forsaken reality

Every moment of it, I savor
Because when these eyes open
I'll wake up into a nightmare

Summer

Summer

Summer

Summer

If you love me, learn to swim in my thoughts.

For now, you will lie there, asleep.
Oblivious to the thoughts of many.
Free from the prying eyes of the world,
Into a place where every dream is a possibility,
In a universe where the stars holds you dearly.

In a hundred years, we'll meet again.
Same old smiles will form on our face
As we talk about the memories
The laughter and the tears
Everything that made us feel alive.

Until then, please wait for me.
Find the peace you've longed for
And enjoy every minute of it.
When I get there I'll make sure.
To tell you the story of a young man
Who struggled to stitch the remains
Of a universe shattered into pieces.

Darkness
Always greets me
With his arms wide open
As he invites me to his place
Every morning

i cut myself open
but in the process
closed myself from this world

each little slit
covers up these tears
courtesy of their foul words

it's just a joke they say
a "harmless" way to pass time
but have you considered my feelings?

to be the center of attraction
like a lion in a circus
the crowd roaring for your demise

and it's always the same
like a fool
they all care when it's too late

now hold my pen
because you will listen
as i wear this necklace made of rope

you will hear me whisper in your ear
every night your forsaken soul tries to sleep
in the deepest corners of your dreams i will hide

i will remind you
of the innocent soul you took
because you though it was fun

There was a man
Walking down a busy street
And all the people he saw
Held a tiny star in their hands
Shining so brightly
They make up constellations
As they cross paths with each other
It made him think the sky
Has fallen into this city

He though it was great
Because happiness was evident in their faces
As they stare into their stars
Lost in their thoughts

But why does it feel wrong?
He asked himself
As he looked up to the sky
And saw the true stars he longed for
Observing him from miles away
In another galaxy, another world
Only then he realized
That these people miss out the true beauty
This place has to offer

I wanna start living my life.
And abandon the one inside my head
Where my dreams will come true
Travel around the world
Kiss the girls goodbye.
Marry the perfect one.

But alas,
My life is but a savage song.
Filled with empty chorus and despicable lines.
Never will be finished nor completed,
Always stuck at the first verse.

I **** at this.

A  *fool rendered hopeless with just one stroke.
All the years of conditioning gone to waste.
And all you had to do was smile.

And you did.

***** your eyes

I miss the sound,
of being alone.

The crisp
rustling of leaves
as they fall from grace.

The rush of water
flowing in the river
down to the falls.

The choir of birds
sitting in a tree
humming melodies
echoing in the air.

The thoughts inside my head
whirling freely alone,
rapid and wild
without the voices
telling it where to go.

I miss the sound
of being
alone.

I can't sleep anymore, but I still dream of us.

If given the
chance
will you live this
life
again?

The exact same
raindrops
on your head,

the exact same
heartbreaks
everyday

the exact same
smiles
fake and real

the exact same
books
you've read

the exact same
disease and sickness
again.

the exact same
life
you have
right now.

I know
i wouldn't.

This one way trip
didn't amuse me
at all.

We are broken, but our remaining pieces mend perfectly together.

I cannot wait,
to taste the forbidden fruit.
Hanging,
innocently,
unripe,
from the ceiling of the world.

It's calling me,
to touch her skin.
Feel it all the way up,
then rip it open
and eat the inside
slowly,
memorizing
every detail
while I indulge
in its young flesh
staining it with
my sins
and marking it
as my own.

The bad aftertaste
won't matter
as long as I satisfy
this eternal hunger
and then
I'll wait for another fruit
to bloom once again
ripe or not
I will feast on its body.

i think we met
before
somewhere
with rainbows
over the
night sky
clouds
were moving
slowly
towards us
we took a bite
and escaped
the shallow
reality
but why
are these
memories
fading
like
a
candle
burning out
seeking
for
help

We are all murderers.
And you'd be a fool to claim you are not.
For you have taken life everyday,
Since the day you learned how good the steak tasted
or how the ants floated funny when you drown them in water
Now, you'll call me a hypocrite.
But I had my share of killings, too.
And I don't resent myself for that.

Because I understand that we are on top of the chain.
How we value only ourselves and willing to sacrifice
Everything around us to continue breathing.
That in our perspective, we are the unique beings
crafted by engineers of the universe to take care of this place.
A role only us can fill in.
That everything we do is for the greater good of this place and those who share it with us.

So I embraced it.
The truth that we are murderers
Because we are different from others.
Living things blessed by intelligence from the gods.
And we always put it into good use.
For the greater good, of course.

The snowman
stood there
silently
in the corner of the park.

I think
it was crying
as he melts away
in the same place
he was born.

Genuine sadness is all i feel
Whenever i see her face and hear her talk.
Because she was the butterflies in my stomach
Whenever i think about love.
But now she's just a stranger
Spending some words to get the day by.
She was the biggest what if in my life
That will never be answered in a long while.