Memories, memories,
Demons destined to remind!
Memories, memories,
Extricate them from my mind!

Alas! They echo toward me
As ripples in the brain.
Evoked by love and roses
They prickle me insane.

Oh, I remember…

The hour summons a restless, withered afternoon
During which I succumbed to ravenous decay.
I desperately chased feelings like an unhinged loon,
Swifting through my pond in fear, panic, and dismay.

Impeccable beauty
& fanciful expectation:
I was thwarted by both.

Each summoned its own
Distinct, rolling shadow.

Oh I remember…

I was washed forth by whistling tides of tomorrow,
Clinging to a heart I could not own or borrow.
My feelings, whisked in transit, dizzied by the fray,
Yearned for second chances to conquer yesterday.

Gelid gloom would
Permeate my heart,
Tearing me apart.

Haunted by a feeling
I could not possess,
I drowned in
Darkness.

Oh I remember...

Loneliness was chronic; slowly it tapped time;
My life become a poem lacking voice and rhyme.
As silent afternoons would coalesce into years,
My dreams burst into smoke & hope thawed into tears.

Memories, memories,
Are nothing more than that.
Memories, memories,
****, ****, ****!

I do not wish to remember,
But dare not to forget
Moments that once plagued me:
Moments I regret.

No matter how strong be my will,
These memories will haunt me still.

**Oh how I wish not to remember...

i want you to remind me
how the moon and the stars above
glance and hides how shy they were
whenever your voice soothes the trees and living creatures, reverberating the paradox of joy and sadness in your giggle

i want you to remind me
how the ends will never be the means of loving and that saturating my soul with your presence is more than i could ever receive, a reality unmet with circumstances of chains upon ourselves

i want you to remind me
how long it would take to consume the universe on your palm or the life in one single breath, or the night with a hymn that lights up my way home

i want you to remind me
of remembering goodbyes and hellos
the mellow sound of now and the agonizing tomorrow swifting its way to uncanny sound of laughter and sniffed tears

i want you to remind me
that there are more to life than we ever thought of: death, absence, nothingness

i want you to remind me
that i could always see the mirror of myself in your brushed short hair, chapped lips and past you never left behind, just the like the songs i've made to remind how unusual semblance of people unites hearts and eventually tear them apart

i want you to remind me
of the days where i loved deeply and without hesitation or fear of falling behind or the anxiety of losing what i never had in the first place

i want you to remind me of the days like this
where the smile in my face meant the world, home, and happiness from your single hello or the way you tilt your head and stare and smile and laugh or when your cheeks blush and swims together with the universe in your eyes and the waters deeply engraved in your fingers how the waves strum the music in your spirit and soul

how i want you to remember,

the way i will remind you:

i will remind you of how i love seeing you mess around and make everyone happy, your vain and cuddly smile behind the tint of the sun, along the banquets of academics and artists

i will remind you of how assured i was that you were whom i prayed for to a nonexistent deity of the wind and beauty; how i wished to feel its rush as i roam around, and steep-down the wheels, continuously weighing down unafraid of a valley of morality and questions

i will remind you of the philosophy of the meaninglessness of existence and how life was never the meaning but pain of waiting for death; you made it bearable and the ample grace of your heart is what i'll keep to my future journeys of seeking what i would trade for life itself enduring the morning commutes and cruelty of mischievous eyes

i will remind you of the day i saw you, and how tall you stand as me or how shy i was whenever i was in front of the crowd, but most of the time you give me the strenght to brush off what everyone would say

i will remind you of the day, and the days to come
i will not ask for more or less, it will be enough, and i hope with that, i will be enough, and i, hope you would always remind me #

as this flame stares,
i stare back
a light losing,
eyes already lost
the sky is breaking darkness and
my finger burns but,
i'm spiralling,
i float.
it's not chaos,
a swifting fire is my guide
a humble shape shifter under the moonlight.
this language it speaks,
i understand
with a pocketful of dreams to burn, and
clouds breathing through my soul
telling me
i'll be on the salty seas at twilight

My ears are tingling
from the barrage of dyslexic sounds
and my hair is curling as fast as
any olympic event

I can't pay attention either
It all just drifts by
invisably swept in the
seawave current

Nothing else matters
Does it
Because my legs twitch
anyway

And it spreads with infection
Giggling like a gaggle of geese
or girls
to peak the top
of the end of
the bungee rope

Sweeping fans clear the cobwebs
full of the captive sunbeams
in the rafters in the closets
the minds of the mimes

Petering out
to Only a tri kle
A pleasure of peaking
and swifting being overwhelmed
by the black hole of the past
turning the world inside out

Falls
That's what it All does
Then crystallizes
into a thousand twenty bajillion four
morsels of careless color
Shining and gleaming spotlights

Tantalizing the eyes
of silly maskéd
prisoners
Turning them on
tremendously

but it all grays
to mud all the colors
in a palette make gray
You knew that
when you were a child

So pick up the paintbrush
   and follow the directions
by the people who cared
enough to invent
a color by number
So easy and convenient

Even never in your wildest
dreams could
You imagine

Breathe taking marmalade
Swifting bellow shire's
More is less here wherein all tis best
Blocked by many attires

Crusade Palisades
Risking the discourse
Plottachunt
Unulent
Flous commers of shitva

Drenched
Playful smackers succulent wolves
Fierce howling to ungodly moons

Unleashed from tombs
Kaboom!!!

Slasher riddles griddled smittled
Muffled on days such as thus

Tis a must
To climb cheribum mantra's
Su mitra

Coming home
In baggage claim shock

Gliding on mothers womb

When the vaults of Heaven
Let go of that one,
Fateful star:

The skies leapt at her arrival
The air beckoned her ever on
& The winds carried her forward
So that she may never fall,

And so she soared:
Dancing round Earth's icy poles
Skirting the ancient tree tops
& Laughing among mountain peaks
At last She spiralled down the sleepy valley
That opens upon the sea...

There, o'er the deep fathomless surface
Containing its portion of the cosmic wild,
She crept forward
To see her reflection fly
Moving in unison
with waves swifting mild:

And in it revealed
The face of a Child
Tiny features, innocent grace
Yet an unspoken yearning,
A longing in her face:

For her eyes told a story
No words ever conveyed,
Her eyes told a story
Wrapped in a blanket of tears,
Her eyes revealing a story
Untouched by the passing of years...

And her eyes lifted to Heaven
And the rain drops soon came,
Her gaze steadfast towards Father
Mixed the celestial water, with pain--

It was then she remembered her Home,
With the blessings of ten thousand mornings gone,
And the promise of many more than that to come...
So She gave herself again to Father
While she continued to roam,
But her heart betrayed a knowing  
In Whom she called Home.

Overnight alone, swifting out to be disport
Nonetheless I'm numb to loneliness
Begging please I don't want you in my head
Because the truth is I'm numb about you

Got home, Still alone no one's there
Time fades fast I didn't even see it coming
There are things still obscene on my thoughts
The last way I reckon is to turnaway from the past

Because a girl like you also feels the way I do
And sometimes we're just like puzzled on whatever we do
Tears are not needed to be seen..no more
I don't want to forget but I know thats also the end

Did I forget how to love?
Or my heartache is the reason why
Even how many times I got hurt
I still can't leave ...you

As I stepped closer,
A scroll I saw, in secret it perched.
Holding the ones dearest to her heart,
Not a word of me when I searched.

What's left of me was a sheer despair.
Love's a great burden to bear.
It felt so close, yet so far.
Blend me to her heart,
I wished to a shooting star.

I wish I could tell her,
How fierce was she.
Faught all her fears bravely,
When the bravest of the braves flee.

I wished I could let her know,
In the darkest and the lonely nights,
I'll be the light that glow.
In the burning sun or the heavy rain,
I'll be a shade little low.

You tell me that she should know,
Know it all about this feeling.
A love kept hidden deep down under,
Burgeoning day and night beyond wonder.

Do these words make love more truer ?
Or do they hold more worth ?
Than the moments I spent making you smile,
Or feel loved. Do you feel it girth?

Moments akin to swifting clouds,
Rushing to horizon yet a boon.
The moments I felt my beating heart,
From diving sun to the diving moon.

The ones spent in utter longing,
Craving for your smiles.
To keep those tears from dripping down,
I ran a thousand miles.

Yet none will ever be cared,
The moments, without a word I shared.
Silence of the sun never tell it all,
When all you wait for mere words to fall.

How little words can say it all ?
For how long will they stay ?
Will they make you feel the same ?
The way I did everyday.

You tell me that she should know,
Should know of this feeling, about it all.
Is this how we mend broken hearts ?
Urging them to fly or to fall.

Everytime she hear about love,
I see a despair, I see her frown.
You tell me to let her dive again,
When she's still afraid to drown.

A coward you say I am,
And never shall I be worth for her.
For simple words I couldn't utter,
Is it too easy to defer ?

Since when the cowards turned brave ?
Since when the Ravens turned to dove ?
Bearing an unbearable suffering,
Since when cravens begin to love ?

She tell me I deserve,
Not her but the most beautiful of them all.
No matter how far you try to toss,
Back to you I'll crawl.

Now rarely she talk, rarely she care,
Maybe trying to draw a line.
Perhaps while fixing her heart,
I broke mine.

Now I'll stay quiet for a while,
For I'm not her hearts keeper.
For far too long it has been buried,
And now my love, I'll bury it deeper.

You are the dread of  waking up in a lonely bed
In the morning
As you start to wake, you will be reminded of her
I will force myself out of bed, reminding myself of you
While your shuffling with your lighter
I’ll be swifting my bitter coffee
You will never fully leave me because,
You never fully stayed
As you look up to the sky
You won’t feel a thing
As I look up to the sky I will feel the pleasure of being alone
When you walk alone on the street
I will be wanting to run wild through it (listening to lorde)
When my hair gets blown by the wind
I will embrace it
You will just try to fix it later

music is the only way to travel
without having to close your eyes
in the tunnels of the vibrations
causing lengths of waves
from tunnels without pages
leaving you with the ages.
Each decade has its own tone
of where it wants to be told,
imprinting the memory of
wanting to be carved into your sense
of everything stopping to be missed.
Music has the power to pulse
without a heartbeat or blood
wanting to be pumped through veins
instead music slowly turns into the
atmosphere of sound breaking though
the ear with its wall of desperate
feelings of wanting to be heard
whether wrong or right the music
will decide of your mood
and will always be the same
each and everyday.
Nothing to grab so its perfectly clear
to want to sit and stare into the
melody of its lyrics swifting into the air.
Nobody cares what she has to offer
because all she does is lie beneath
and stare at all your songs of choice
while studying them until she can use
the music you love to destroy your ear.
She sits and waits while you write
and comply with the ideas of your mind.
She tells you that they were hers
questioning if your even able to
perform in the shadow of her disease
of needing to be the artist of the one
that fills your soul with its fire.
She who is I am referring to goes by
the name of your enemy in the song
that plays along with every beat
turning the lyrics of your favorite
song into the one you have to stop
listening to because it takes something
from you.