The eyes that burn with passion and the flames of comets

Watched as the death of a star gave birth to a wish

She was in solitude, a grain of sand in the expanse of the universe

Wishing for warm company that she'll never find on the icy planet

✨ 🌠 ✨ 🌠 ✨

I fell for you like a falling star floating through space

Getting caught by Earth’s gravitational field  

A streak of light across the inky blackness of the night sky

Burning in the Earth's atmosphere

Painting the skies with a rainbow of fireworks

✨ 💜💙🖤💜💙🖤💜💙🖤✨

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue

I'm Cinderella
You're my missing Shoe

🌹👠🌹👠🌹👠🌹👠

We live in a world full of nightmares while searching for fairytales

We look for the sugar among the salt knowing what the truth entails

We pursue the light amid the darkness aware that we are doomed to fail

We dig for gold knowing that we are digging up our own grave

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

If women are from Venus 

And if men are from Mars

We both need to make a move

To meet each other in the middle

On Earth

♀️♂ ♀️♂️♀️♂️♀️♂️♀️♂️

Daydreaming at night is a paradox of a strange usualness

My antemeridian thoughts left me in a state of pure dire

Yet the patronage of the serene cloudy sky removed all desire

To surrender forever, instead I'll ascertain to progress

💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅

I don't want you to be "the sun"
and centre of my universe

I want you to be a constellation of stars

That complete my darkness

Not outshine me

🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟🖤🌟

My little smartphone became my own small personal galaxy

It witnessed big bangs and supernovas of multiple relationships

It was the dawn and also twilight of my poetic creations

Is it a coincidence that its cover is a map of unkown constellations?

📱🌌 📱🌌📱🌌

Champagne glass filled with golden lemonade

Carbon dioxide bubbles popping on my tongue

Synonymous to a luminous stellar explosion

Scent of raspberries, resembling the heart of the galaxy

🌌 🌌 🌌

A scopiferous brush defining an aquarelle vanilla sky

Coating the canvas in lilac candy - floss clouds floating by

Painting the heavens with stardust and every pigment of the universe

Depicting celestial fluffery with deeper words than any poetic verse

🌌 🌌 🌌 🌌 🌌

Equivalent to a million crystals the lightning glistens

The unsung poet writes quatrains for not a soul listens

A storm alfresco equibalanced the musing of the writer

Inside the poet's mind there isn't a single parameter

⚡🌩️⚡🌩️⚡🌩️⚡🌩️⚡

I gambled my chances like in the Crystal Casino

Awaiting to become the new Marylin Monroe

Brimming with luxury, glamour and frills

A necropolis of slain dreams,
Beverly Hills

💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

Taking some time each day to write poems

Has made me realise what little time we have for our inner selves

In our bustling, new-fashioned, demented world

I have found myself talking more through my poems than to people

🤫🤐🤫🤐🤫🤐

I held the shell to the ear with a hand

I listened to the breath of Posidon

And the laughter of mermaids

As I sat on the cold Winter sand

🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️

The simplicity of its complexity is the divine uniqueness of writer's block

The mind is a locale where inspiration and luxuriant words seldom interlock

Wandering along a forlorn, tenebrous path with no end objective like a sleepwalk

Perhaps it's an alternative door into the sanguine future that I seek to unlock?

🔮 🔮 🔮 🔮 🔮

We tend to tell people our whole story

Without letting them read the blurb on the back first

Giving them the option to put you back on the shelf

And allow the right reader to choose you

📖 📖 📖 📖 📖

After we die
We all become stories

Stories of our failures
Stories of our glories

After we die
We all become a memory

Memory stored in a treasury
Our wings shall be feathery

After we die
We all become a poem

Earth we will roam
But we shall never return home

After we die
We all become alive

We will all survive
And in the new kingdom we'll thrive

A star-berry flavoured milkshake

Containing the stellar population of the Milky Way

Absorbing it in like a victim of a black hole through a straw

Heading to an unknown parallel reality

🌟🕳️🥤🕳️🥤🕳️🥤🕳️🥤🌟

You don't become wiser with age

You become wiser with the more people you engage

🧠

I wish you wrote me letters

I wish you wrote me poems

Instead of staring at the screens

Instead of texting on the phones

You had one job :

To love me

And you couldn't even do that
🔥
Good luck getting a good reference from me

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

People are only allowed to hurt me once

You had the privilege of hurting me twice

Once in my mind once in my heart

All in the matter of hours

💔🧠💔🧠💔🧠

Once upon a time all my stars have aligned
But now I'm only feeling confined
There's nothing I can write
A total eclipse of the mind

Once upon a time the stars used to remind
But now there's no more words I can find
Nothing I can write
A total eclipse of the mind

🌘 🌘 🌘 🌘 🌘

Half of my soul will always be like the dark side of the moon

The mystery shielded away from unwished-for eyes

I will follow my inner moonlight rays

Which will lead me to an abyss of nightfall, secrets and home

🌚 🌑 🌚 🌑 🌚 🌑 🌚

My love was like a candle

Too hot for you to handle

🕯️💛🕯️💛🕯️💛

I loved nothing more than your hugs

You loved nothing more than your drugs
💊💔💊💔💊💔💊💔💊💔💊💔

A real poet uses their tears for ink.
Their broken lives they use to think.

Create stories of real pain.
The best poets are the most insane.

Stops and thinks about what to write next.
Thinks long, like about an unanswerable text.

Pen with a sharp tip, like a knife blade.
The knife that stabbed their back, memories don't fade.

Pages as smooth as all the lies they've heard.
Imagination as free as a solitary bird.

The feelings bleed out from the open cut.
Poems can leave a sick feeling in your gut.

A simple poem, a single verse.
Could be a blessing, could be a curse.

Be cautious if you have crossed a poet's path and be more cautious if you cross a poet's heart

For you and the poet's love will forever live in the pages of the poet's poems,you will inspire the poet's art.

You have the right to remain silent for each of your word, or even action, will forever be remembered and could be written about.

Do comprehend the responsibility of being a poet's litirerary innovation,
carefully choose your route.

💋💌💋💌💋💌💋💌

I miss the way I used to find diamonds in the night sky

The simplicity of finding an escape into a parallel universe

Where even the atoms contained an element of poetry

I'd go back there if it wasn't for the fault in my stars

Drowning in an ocean of feelings

So deep, so dark, so unfamiliar

Yet my burning lungs don't scream for air

They scream for the answers to be found on the ocean floor

😱 🌊 😱 🌊 😱 🌊 😱 🌊

A starlit passage peregrinates the shattered souls in the night

To a destination where pen craft can be mastered with finesse

Poetry, the liberation of expression, a treasured human right

If only the pluperfect words would find their way to the poetess

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Walking into a room, I'd spot you straight away.
Now I do the same but instantly look away.

That day, I felt your presence at the end of the hall.
I walked on by but I was amazed to hear a call.

"Wow is that the girl you broke up with over there?"
I grinned, swayed my hips and flipped my hair.

I was pleasantly met with whistles and cheers.
I was proud about how great I looked in front of his peers.

"That ex of yours, she looks pretty, no?"
"Shut up, be quiet, I don't want her to know!"

Right there and then, I knew I ate your heart out.
I looked so well, you couldn't resist checking me out.

You wanted to hurt me, leave me in your past.
But look at me now, who's laughing last.

You see us two talk, I like him a great deal more.
I can feel that you're watching, I can feel that you're sore.

You didn't expect me to look pretty, move on.
It's your loss not mine, you lost, I won.

I ran off with a smile and a stitch.
That day you've learned, that karma is a *****.

I couldn't tell you what I've learned in Maths,
Not the logs, not the line, not the stats.

I couldn't understand the numbers, that's true,
But in that class I fell in love times two.

A class so unbearable, difficult and absurd,
But I looked forward to it like the biggest nerd.

Electricity in the air, the wink of an eye,
Solving algebra and calculating Pi.

Nothing stayed in my brain, not a single fraction,
The only rule that I've learned is the rule of attraction.

Copy filled with theorems,
And heart full of poems.

I couldn't tell you what I've learned in Maths,
Not real life problems, not division not stats.

I've learned how to love a class that I hate,
Until our next meeting, I really can't wait.

You left my heart in bruises

And my life in peace

The tranquil and the freedom

Of no longer being his

Love was just a word until I met you...

With you, I haven't "fallen" in love,

I walked willingly into your life

And love was no longer one word, it was a set of encyclopaedias

That I will never get to read

Like two teenagers madly in love
Your starry eyes a sign from above
Like steel chain is your tender embrace
To which I'll surrender myself with grace
I could listen to the beat of your heart for eternity
Our differences a balanced polarity
The gentle tickle of your whisper in my hair
Makes my lungs forget to breathe the life-giving air
When your lips graze my death-cold hands
I could forever obey Love's sweet demands

❤️💙

I'm taking a break from poetry

Thank you for everything

💔 💔 💔 💔 💔

You're the music to my ears
You're the answer to my prayers

You're the smile to my lips
You're the moon to my eclipse

You're the water to my river
You're the shudder to my shiver

You're the treasure to my eyes
You're the laughter to my cries

You're the milky to my way
You're the ocean to my bay

You're the rainbow to my rain
You're the sane to my insane

You're the colour to my painting
You're the waking to my fainting

You're the end to my beginning
You're the repenting to my sinning

I understand
I care.
I see.
I hear.
I'll listen.
I'll think.
I'll support.
I'll wink.
I'm trying.
I'm aware.
I'm watching.
I'm here.
I've remembered.
I've realised.
I've believed.
I've advised.
I trust you.
I need you.
I like you.
I love you.