The full moon
looks pretty
in the night sky
backgrounded by stars.

I felt a tree's heart one summer
Night after the heatwave;
The wood was damp where abandoned
Roots drew the cool groundwater, still
Trying to make cells, shade, and scent
As they'd done for more years than I
Walked by without pause,
Until the tree was gone.

My dreams are invaded by you; I am besieged by emotions I'd rather not feel anymore//
Your spirit lingers on my lips and tongue; everything about you I cannot have//
It's the only place you meet me; it's all fiction, bittersweet fiction//
I'm left to wonder if it's you reaching out, or me stuck in the past; I cannot know//

Wanna leave??
Go, i won't stop you!
I won't ask you why,
I won't judge you either.
I won't keep things from you,
I won't lie to you,
Afterall, in the end,
I don't want to be like you :)

I wish her smile wasn’t perfect,
that her laugh wouldn’t hypnotize.
I wish every greeting wouldn’t wave a sea of emotions within me and that she wasn’t kind.
I wish she would hurt me and not apologize.
To think that It took hers to finally see through a woman’s eyes.
I wish It wasn’t her presence that made my anguish subside.
I wish the pain wouldn’t diminish when she hugged me.
I wish she wasn’t her, I wish she were ugly.

To you beautiful stranger
Captivating yet lonely
I wonder what they say about you
Would you mind if I sit
At the back of my mind I picture us
Me and you
Sharing the same cup of coffee
But would you really do
I am what they label an alien
Not the kind of weirdness they make movies about
Not the kind of alienated they would write songs about
I'm just an illusion that drifts by
A welcoming scent
A crooked smile
Awkward baby steps
So would you mind
If you got the time and enjoy
The little things for awhile

It washes, it cleanses,
It cleans, it dries.
Brings you to your senses,
Or, it tries.

It teaches, it learns,
The hurtful lessons.
It scratches, it burns,
Breaks all your possessions.

Changes with time, for better or worse,
Brings you to your knees.
Its sharp, its dull,
It could even leave you in a hearse.

It is life, it is death.
It is wasted on everybody's breath.
It is wasted on everybody's breath.
It is pain.

love and hatred
are close neighbours!

When I look at my three children,
In each of them I see some reflection of myself in them,
I realized how much I love myself too
20/7/2019