In my grasp, a pair of glasses rests like a delicate cigarette tucked in
my fingers, their lenses capturing an iridescent clarity that dances in
the tempest of the mundane. Here lies the essence of a frightening
revelation—nothing we possess is truly ours; we are mere custodians
of borrowed treasures, granted at birth by a force that can reclaim it
all in an instant.

Time, is a powerful currency, but to us, is a loan—whether
squandered in idle moments or cherished in fleeting seconds that we
strive to make meaningful. We share breaths with those we hold dear,
our heartbeats intertwining in passionate kisses, exchanging words that weave love and conflict, and sighs that echo in tender submission.
Love, a paradox of durableness and theft, weighs heavily upon us,
testing our resilience with every blow we endure.

Beware the commotion of this world, for it will consume your very
essence, manifesting the wickedness of your heart. I have destroyed
my being countless times, only to rise anew, each rebirth a testament
to the lessons learned in solitude. From this solitary journey emerges
the wisdom to coexist with others in this intricate dance of life.

i seen a dog bite it's tail today;
a silent reminder of chasing things left
behind, is the cause of you being stuck in
circles.

stop chasing a past more than looking
ahead to the
future.

The question, “Do I really miss you?”
feels like a weighty confession, but it often shows
I long for the days when I could call you my girl –
a title I never thought much of it before

The question, “Do I truly miss you?”
feels like a daunting truth, but it often shows
Missing someone is always a struggle –
but the emptiness of not having that someone
to miss, hurts a little more.

“Do I really miss you?” Absolutely, and I despise
that sensation; I wish to stop missing you altogether –

I don’t want to miss you anymore.

I feel like a dollar sometimes,
floating around in a world where money seems
to rule everything.

It may not buy much these days,
but to someone who has nothing, it always feels
like a million bucks.

It’s funny how I let you carry all my baggage – give it a few pennies
for thought; that’s your allowance to call me a scumbag.

And I might just sip fine wine, with tears pouring, while she makes
a fine whine – but I don’t know which one she wears the best, when
our smiles start to feel stretched out, as a ***** line.

But I should fill my heart, even when I don’t feel love at all; and does
gravity welcome us with open arms, when we start to fall in love –
who will catch us when we fall? And I don’t guarantee as much, the
guarantee of brakes, to stop someone from having another broken
heart.

Yet there’s falling in love, and falling apart – to having an encounter
with love; while making a count of all the times you though it was
true love.

There’s an account to the heart; the interest of heart, the sum of love –
how would you count yourself to be loved, if you only love to count
yourself out? Make your love count!

Sigh!

What the heck am I doing with my life?
If I was caught in between a war,

I’m balancing on what’s wrong, and what’s right…

Sigh!

Heavy is my head, with a weighing heart, and
the deepest thoughts.

The stench of failure, I can’t wash off with little successes…

Not to mention;

The pressure I put on myself. “You should be doing something,” when
I’ve done everything. “Why aren’t you like other people your age,” when
I never once fitted in with my pride…

Sigh!

The life of a last born child. Who pretty much was spoiled by the
spoils of being too spoiled.

Am I annoyed…Yes!

Disappointed…Always!

Angry…In the most creative ways!

And ready to throw in the towel…No! I’ve barely broken a sweat.

Am I sad…Yes!

Fearful…losing the directions of steps ahead!

And ready to throw in the towel…No! I’ve barely broken a sweat.

I can’t give up;
I can’t give up yet!

Here's a special song in my heart,
And I'll sing it all  day long so we don't grow apart.
Just have all the times of us in my mind,
The one who knows my heart and what's left to find,
I can't do all things I do without you my love
So just keep me close to your hand like I'm your glove.

And don't leave my side,
Till I make you my  bride.
And don't leave me hanging
Till you know I'm not demanding.

You alone can see what's in my heart,
And I can't deny this is your part.
So don't let me down now,
Cause in my heart I made a vow.
Just let me love you,
like tomorrow never came  through.

And don't leave my side,
Till I make  you my bride.
And don't leave me hanging,
Till you know I'm not demanding.

And I love you more then I could ever do,
Just to hold you close while these moments  seem so few.
So here are the words I wrote all about you,
Words that came to be, that all became so  true.
I love you with all my  heart and all my mind,
Just hope to keep you close and by  my side.

Just I beg of your heart, not to leave me hanging.

I got to find a piece of mind; -a fine piece of mind.
/// How fun to be so young, so dumb, so young
to bury a piece of time in an unthinking dream.
Lost myself inside a piece of an idea- right now
I don’t even know where to begin.

Trying to step into the next best thing; hope I don’t
overstep, hope I’m not overdressed – dying to suit
in, for everyone I’m trying to impress.

Press me out for my words; hoping I don’t cause
controversy, to be another story in the press.
Sometimes I find myself another kind of path,
—God, I hope that doesn’t mean that I digress.

Praying as a mess; message me a beginner’s guide
to confessing all of sin- feeling misplaced like a pencil
for a million words; drawing out words for a heavy
prayer to begin.

I’m trying to find that piece of mind
-a piece of mine; digging inside of my chest.

Extending what little time I have left; giving it a
good stretch— a stretcher. Living in my own skin as
an inconsiderate guest- looking for comforting words
when I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin,
when I feel so depressed. And would the gates of
heaven still remain open, if I wrote it an open letter?

I’m trying to find a piece of a never-ending mind,
but I’m forgetful so many times- so never mind.

In, and out, out, and in
breathe in and out, out of breath by letting
the toxic vapours in— coals of heat beating down
a ****** nose; won’t any of this sin, dissipate from
these constricted pores. Is he not still suckling on
love with milk teeth- how sheepish are his eyes, to
bleat himself of being silent

Oh, how my tears have been cleaved:
the sheer will that lives out on the streets- I’m well
fed & bred as a duck, spread out through time as the
covers of a bed: but where to rest on this old
mattress, now springing up  

                            (I’m still hiding your hands
                       far from the reach of feeding yourself
                the harvest’s spoils, to make your teeth rot—
Everywhere, their mouths are wide open as doors;
hinges for the bite of blight teeth- all doors are
portals judged by what comes out, but more so
what they must keep in

You know what they say about men with big feet –
“the socks don’t fit so easily on the first try”
And by the series of events, the more you get to
know someone; the easier it is to relax together –
"Netflix and chill"

But a job not done so well has an obvious result –
“hit it, and quit it”
A few men put up so well with a woman’s
whole bag of *******; lets just blame –
“that good junk in the trunk”

Find someone to rest your worries on –
“some good pillow talk”
Have a kick out of extracurricular activities –
“with an *** to boot, in your boot knocking”

Still stand on your standards, but avoid living
on double standards – not everything works
so well with their – “double meanings”

Show up after work;
with your lips still a ******-
  to my morning kiss.
Walking around the house naked,
  until on the bed,
and clutching your fists.
I never knew the taste of water;
only of your inner's taste
    stuck on my lips.

Run the bath water;
and those sweet bubbles I love.
The sensitive first lick;
    before the bite-
  might cause you to bark.
Tracing with your finger's previous
  territories; your nails once marked.
Not racing myself into you,
  but there's still the thrill of a rush.

Like sweet honey-
dripping down the comb,
that first drop on my tongue;
twists my insides like a door ****.

The taste of you...when you ***,
as I, go down town.

Let me imprint my love with my tongue,
speaking all of the words you've never heard before
And as one who has always experienced writer's block;
it's probably good of me to just go down town
But the streets are always unsafe, especially as a first,
a first for me, of saying less, but still doing more actions with
a mouth,

Knowing myself, I could start preparing before in a month,
as I know it all couldn't amount to much
Making a two plan meal out of you; always skipping brunch,
and would you come- to a place I should take you to
Or does it take a few more seconds of a numbing jawline,
to make you in the end feel so really good,

I never could, prove all my experience,
cos experience isn't all I have, at hand
So please don't get mad, if you find me looking up
to read your lips of what you feel at your lower lips;-
                                                   please do understand!

And would you accept me, feeling a bit down under
to go a little down under
Playing a little too much repetition, with a mouth stutter;
this person who is a newcomer, hoping you're a quick comer
Calling me out when I start feeling lost;
hoping by any chance I do have the right number,
And not to get too distracted by a hard wood, of my pants lumber,

                                                Let's see how this goes...

Life isn't so simple like a tree
wind blowing passed her leaves
Freely they blow, blowing to be free.

This wind,
is moving fast and free amongst our atmosphere.

A flame,
burns bright in the echo of light
darkness no longer preys on shadows
The demons following us at night.

Water,
an essence of life in a form of liquid
Quickly though, the thirst subsides
drink of this essence to survive.

Mother Earth,
has surely kept us all together
She knows how it once was
how it's going to be, & how it all came to be.

Mother Earth,
has known history at it's very first birth.

For it's only in today
mankind has found a moment in time
to live as if it were the last day.

So if you do see into a future
search only for the best
For do you ever wonder,
as will would let us wonder what's next.  

Or is letting things pass you by
slowing down your ability to think
Don't be afraid to ask,
for our curiosity can't be answered
if we never ask how and why.

Early rise into the morning. O'how  I wish I was waking up to you.
As the Sun's first glares touches and kisses a mountain's peek, I would wish to do the same. For surely not my love for you is all but so True.

Allies in my heart lending a helping hand for I feel so emotionally drained.
I would wish you to be gone forever for racing my very own heart, but I would prefered if you stayed.
Yet my love for you often hurt me as so before, because it felt like I was on my own, caught up in all these emotions.
Sorry to say that I secretly hated you for making me feel such a pain, but I still chose to stay ignoring all the cautions.

Though your emotions took so much time to develop and burst out for me to see,
I found comfort in the fact that day  would arrive and I could feel your love for me.
Though you made me wait so Long for no apparent reason,
Making me feel so lost and hopeless, for it felt like all you were doing was simply but teasing.
I still held onto the fact that I would find calm after been so emotionally drained,
I held tightly onto your arm and waited for you to hold back. O'how I hoped and prayed.

Baby you had me in such ups and downs, feeling left out in my own love for you,
Till I cried all my tears, now often I can't even cry but a few.

Yet I stayed this painful course for there was a greater reward at the very end.
Now I have you, though I tire so much. But I'm truly happy of the fact, now I slumber and fall to rest on my bed. O'how I've made you something more than a friend.

Take what you need, leave what you want.
Life's a work of art, sharpen your pencil to draw your dreams out. Never use the pencil of blunt.

Why waste much time throwing Dreams out the window, expected for someone to catch them.
Why hold onto cold emptiness instead,  if the dreams are real to you hold tightly, grab them, latch them.

Let me draw you some piece to Truth.
Everybody is the genius in their own sense. Born with it all just often lost when you be a typical youth.

Try harder till it becomes your best,
draw out the creativity of your mind and heart so you stand out of the rest.
We all living a scary same life, just different demons,
rubbing the beauty of what we create, no longer dreaming.
Yet the artist would face much criticism.
Many take one's own dreams to be nothing but memory bubbles, traveling round The Truth. Much tourism.

But that's the pain though,
hate still the same though.
The greatest greed can be the fame though,
you could hate the picture I draw, think I'm insane though.

But I'll draw out what The Creator put in me to let out.
If it offends I apologize but I'll go all out.

Heirlooms, heirlooms drawing me
back into memories
I stored my heart in them, tucked away
in that bedside drawer
And like the rest; I've fallen asleep on
their comforting dreams
Growing up, as they've grown up to have more
value through these hidden years- a beautiful investment

So, know that I'll never forget that first love we
once shared, trapped in my consciousness
I've come to learn, I've learned to share the lessons,
and the lessons have been taught out of love
Safely stored in the drawers of consciousness,
a well made beautiful investment, I'll always recall
for tomorrows heirlooms

Are we not the sorrow that lingers over the grave—
reflecting on the loss, caught in this state of mourning?
Or are we destined to sink into the depths of those
yellowed memories? My bones tremble at times, and I
find myself lost in thought—yet the fleeting joy persists,
though it remains forever out of reach.

We share laughter like tales over drinks, capturing
moments in a plastic bottle; allowing decay to set in
as we push forward. Each night whispers a prayer for
the dawn, yearning for a horizon filled with forgotten
dreams. The thought of sleep fills me with dread.

As I weep for those seeking solace in suicide
those down to earth fleeing the common ground
humanity has morphed into a threat to redemption—
their artistry has forged dangerous weapons.
We strive to preserve our past, yet we conveniently
ignore the ravages of conflict— the insidious plague proliferates.
All the remarkable ones lie lifeless, frozen in their brilliance.

The thought of sleep fills me with dread; for in
my closed eyes I see the world for what it is.

The echo of silence; in amongst it's violence
A flower that represents himself; I am a violet
In a dream of roses, sitting in the concrete,
I'm paved in all those resting memories

            ...I am a beautiful dream

do you ever feel sad when the world spins
head spinning every time you day dream
thinking you're just a dream,
and when they wake up,
you'll finally see
what's real

                                   or is it just me?

my sweetest sanctuary
of wishful thinking, and
only to fulfil them, as without
my fears, insecurities and undesirable
lust under hidden eyelids

i can create worlds in materials
of imagination. destroyed by
the wakes of time

i am free, though a slave to
mind pictures not often in my control

i rehearse my life before the act
of playing into this reality

i find healing in the abstract pictures
fixed into the brokenness of life
experiences

i am lost in a comfort; the converting
characters i create from reality's former

for the day only allows me
a moment's daydream
—but the night has so much more
to offer

                               ...i am a dreamer

Oh,
how I yearn for the era
when existence was adorned
with the bliss of simplicity.

It was a time,
when my grandest ambition
was to emulate the adults,
to engage in make-believe
and assume their roles.

The mere utterance,
of those two words, "young man,"
would instantaneously illuminate
my innocent countenance.

It was a designation,
that bestowed upon me
a sense of significance, reverence,
and recognition in a world that
appeared so immense and unfamiliar.

Those were the instances,
when I genuinely believed
that all was attainable, and
the future held boundless prospects.

The recollections,
of those untroubled days
still kindle a warmth within my heart,
reminding me of the sheer felicity
that can be discovered in the most
uncomplicated of matters.

Our dreams should inspire us to do better.

I dream,
a better world to speak
For my chaotic thoughts to find peace.
My loudest prayer is the Lord saves me.

I'm too afraid to dream
just in case I wake,
So hard for me to believe
with the painted demons on my face.
Spare me grace,
for straying away from His way

Lonely as I am,
darkness loves to surround me.
In need of grief,
tending to be a dark funeral.
My life's not so concrete,
then again, I wasn't born in the streets.

The dreams I chase,
are always on the run from me
I hook and bait,
but haven't caught myself a piece.
Lord sees me often sad,
that's not the plan.
But it's hard for me to understand,
those praying with both hands
On the other hand, get given the worst hand.

I dream of man doing better
for themselves for the sake of another
When man wouldn't hesitate
to help out a brother.
The bravest are the lovers,
as the selfish are only cowards.

It's nice to dream,
but honestly for me
I hope that dream is something I actually see.

Oh the unease
        My heart is green: to be
A vessel filled with the envy of a sea without
       A land to conquer
My words are dry; as of a tongue itchy and ****
      My excessive indulgence of an activity of lonely
Before the groin pain I had  to fasten my *****
      I am the poem—of the words unsung: that of which
The lyrics come from my God above, and strong

But I’m so weak
      To please her of a valuable love
She’s young as of having heart in her large *******
I am old—to be a man carrying his pride
     She’s warm inside; as under a blanket of a cold night
A warmest embrace of a kiss so personal to face
     She was chased by her beauty; feeling unnatural to this world
An angel now disgraced
      Or a ghost haunting tears each time she appears

It’s clear to me now
     That a love sweet as ecstasy dreamt on my pillow
Is as it seems—only a dream!
               Therefore: is anything in my life as so real?

Forest dreams, dreaming life green,
It's my own sight of life if you know what I mean.

Seeing life in the good parts of a movie scene.
Blanketing my heart like a forest of the earth. Or was that just a dream.

In a Forest parking my heart under the shade,
What's the occasion for, you ask.
Hiding in the forest when I'm afraid.
History repeating itself, but I chose not to live in the past.

It's a Forest I know, a place I choose to hide.
For really it's where I go to leave all bad things behind.

Just

Don't be the fool
To think of me a tool
Building from my Forest's trees to make me a stool
That idea you think isn't too cool.

Just

Come with me to my forest of dreams.
Dreamy Forest, dipping my cold feet in the Forest's warm streams

Drifting away up in space, I'm far too gone,
Shotgun riding as the pilot in my rocket ship carrying me Along.

Or maybe I would prefer to ride the waters of the ocean,
Drift here, drift there, trying to capture every motion.

Sun kisser, Star gazer and moon keeper,
But sometimes a lonely tree in an open forest and night time seeker .
But you can hear me drifting in empty silence and noisy backgrounds,
Pleasing myself in a forest of lost dreams and teasing in empty sounds.
Drift a little more, couple seconds more,
Grab a couple snacks for the long trip from an empty dollar store .


Take a vacation in a town of nowhere,
Drift up and down, till I'm close to getting there.

Maye we could both meet each other at that place,
Rather find it as a strangers case,
But I'm not rushing the feeling, not really in a race.
So time can surely tell,
Am I drifting once again, don't know yet, but I'll just say to you, O'Well.

I’ve got an itch on my mind
Trying to scratch out all that ill intent,
Sickening words, and vomiting out my anger
Screaming in my head, bouncing echoes of a shallow mind

Though I’m always in deep thought,
Over internalizing, self sizing with the daily voices
Conspiring, in these confines of a usually trapped thought

A hand of ****; guilty pleasure, and ***** ideas
And always wanting to touch it all,
Still as someone who hasn’t been touched at all,
More or less of what you call a touch of love
When a so called love, has molested your mind;
Wondering if the way you act is ideal, or just you replaying
your abuser’s ideas

As I bought myself a licence to keep my drive
Sometimes I feel my dreams lead me in the wrong direction
As pride is a weapon; whether you it point at people or yourself
There’s always a direction to point your shots,
Make your point and leave your mark in the world
Just be careful of your mind; not to deep dive into too many
thoughts, and try your best to keep straight with your drive.

Burning gas
on rubber threads of some Michelin
I'm so tired,
of lighting fires, knowing I won't breath again.
Say that you want me right now,
And I'll cut corners to see you somehow.

Nobody drives me up the wall
till I'm needing help
I should really find my worth,
But I don't give ****
I trade it all for you, and nobody else,
so sick of these drives all by myself.

You might be a drive,
but this is always a race
I might be alive,
but it's much better when I see your face.
Speeding for love,
better to buckle my belt
Helmet on my heart,
pleases to protect myself.

Don't want to lose what's left of it,
right till the time you'll be keeping it.
Keys to my heart,
put into ignition for my love to start
A model body,
more exotic than a foreign car,
Close to me now,
but baby can you drive me far.

Driving me
madly in love for you.

If you could  feel me, you would feel what I feel right now.
O' drowning so much close to the edge of love, no-one help now.
If you could smell that scent that I find to cry about, maybe you would understand.
Then again, tasting a piece of your love was not what I planned.

To have you to be the thief of my life, stealing my very heart.
I would be your greatest crime if I didn't give you full permission. Still you tore it up.
To then build it up again, but this time with your very  essence apart of it's very existence,
O' never did I refuse your love and what it brought forth. I had no resistance.

The pain of your bitter love funny enough can be so sweet,
How you can be so cold and you still treat me well. Your love is indeed a bitter sweet treat.

You must of taught me well for me to know you as so that I can be your other half.
And your very sight knocked me off my two feet. Failing to stand straight like the new born calf.
And you must of planted a deep seed inside of me, for my love for you keeps on growing,
The very roots digging so deep. No signs of slowing.

O' you can be such a cruel one. Yes indeed.
But I'll still keep coming back to you, for one day without you makes me realize that you can be all I need.

I'm still drowning deep at the edge baby,
Drowning till I feel like losing myself. Yet  no-one rescue me, just bring me my lady.
For I'll never forget of our first love when  we locked eyes at each, at first sight.
You know I could never lose such a memory, it shines loud in my brain. So **** bright.

Drowning  away in your love is all I need.

and so began my mind diving; being
too sea deep – conscious thoughts
trying to swim underneath them; to see deep

and at its surface I had found…

us all being so beautiful – art in reflection
but we gaze at the bigger picture with ugly eyes,
an ugly gaze, with an ugly frame of mind

a tragic drowning picture, I could not see!

Okay, so I guess this is how it all works,
I tell you all my problems and you add it up just to tell me **** my worth."

Well to me, seems like my own heart locks itself in the slammers,
Maybe cause when I seen a pretty girl walk down the street I'm indulged by her Curves and her Angles.

And how I'm an own addict to myself.
My biggest fear is that my greatest addictions is slowing what's killing my own health.

Been missing a couple of my own old birthdays
But I tell myself "meeting new people could add happiness in some kind of more ways."
Cause it's really sad when you celebrating everyone's birthday but not even your own.
At my house blowing Birthday candles all on my own. Sometimes I feel so alone.

Yet I sometimes do find myself thinking all about of my Ex
Maybe cause the new girl I have I'd be calling her "My new best."

In this mind it feels like a running TV show but I'm still flipping through channels
And people say "I'm a nice guy," but some days it feels like I loss a piece of my manners.

And really sometimes my own Dad and I could feel too closely like the brand new guy
Deep down I really hate when we really don't show each love "Daddy in the silence could you hear me cry."

And somehow I'm supposed to Christian.
But sometimes the things I do make me feel like I'm lacking in the knowledge of wisdom

And how much I love my girl but I pray not to disappoint her,
Maybe if I were pure of heart, I would wash her feet with oil so I could just go and anoint her.

She has my thinking of kids
I love the fact but I don't want our own children to be part of the weirds.
And how I fear for my own son.
My biggest fear is that I don't be the father he needs.
And die saying "well I guess my jobs all done."

But these are the thoughts of rest
Not the perfect of men, but I try to give them my best.

And maybe this could be your theme song,
Maybe you could be singing through your troubles just to carry you along.

So to Doctor Therapy, to whoevers out there, I hope that you listening.
Cause these are the things I had to say. Hoping surely that there's nothing of some sort that you probably missing.

Just don't forget that I am Christian.
Yet still a human being, so just to know that some of these sins are so hard to be resisting.

But still tell the world of this man's story
And tell them that he tried to his best under his Glory.

And this a story for us or maybe a story only for you.
But, I'm hoping that all the words I said you find them but a bit of word of being a True

had a loud smoke break to blare out my ears – always been afraid
of heights; but that high made me face my fears. and I think I
could have heard my tears, though I don’t cry as much, even
when it comes to love – still if you can hear my heart, we must
be that close; I can feel your pulse…

fleeting ecstasies, the moment I knew you’re no longer
next to me... crossing out my heart, my next ex to be
my jagged teeth still left a mark on your skin – on a stone floor
where you were my crush; left crushed by the rock of love
on my robe, and bare feet, I wore your heart, and let you walk
all over in my thoughts…

****, no planet to own, still I gave you,
my world.

to be honest, I really still love yo… hold, select all, clear…
typing… “hey, just wanted to check up on you”

"Life is a gamble,"
a question that only I can answer.
It often leaves me behind,
a mere memory of a forgotten dream.

As the dawn breaks,
I can sense the impending fall.
We will all remember this moment through t
he melodies of a bird's song:
"You have reached your destination,
but what was it like where you came from?"
Once again, the lonely question lingers,
reminding me of all that I have lost.

The path of a man is a treacherous one.
Life has taught us that it is our own worst enemy.
I am aware of this truth, yet
I find solace in the stories of others.
You may see my face, but you will never truly
know the tales it holds.
Perhaps you have heard the echoes
of my heart, but they are but empty sounds.

In the faces I encounter, I see glimpses of myself.
It is not a humble sight to witness
the abundance of love that eludes me.
Doubt consumes me, making me question
if I would ever be so carefree.
These dull faces reflect the uncertainty
that resides within me.

Dust off my feelings — I could say
     I’m a little rusty when it comes to love,
so please… forgive me.
With all these needs and wants, I don’t want
to seem so needy — believe me! Sometimes I feel
like the memory of other people, a name echoed
in stories but never fully seen. I guess the fantasy
of connection never really ends. I loan myself
abundant confidence — but only in my heart,
and even then, only vaguely. Behind the irises,
tired eyes rest on the soft outlines of what
the mind believes it can finally see. To participate
in finding oneself… it’s a gruesome search party.

My floodlights are filled with a bit of drought —
shining outward, but lacking what flows within.
I’m strolling where I never had the courage to step,
everywhere I turn feels like a new pressure.
I give out my heart, but don’t have much of a chest
to hold it — barely a ribcage to defend it.
Yet still — there’s treasure in this tenderness,
a worthwhile chest of purpose hidden in the pretending…
of escaping real life. But here I am, in real time —
taking the first step.

Dying to stay young
dying young is dying inside
I could feel the chains in a perfect smile
and always feel that shame inside their eyes

I'm dying to speak the words
—I keep swallowing my pride
And how do I compare myself to a
much more successful guy
Writing all the words it seems,
but they don't read in between the lines

     ...how to tell those who don't listen,
                                 I'm not doing fine

And you squeeze my heart like a trigger;
a gun for a mouth; every word is a bullet piercing
at me with your deadly, and gripping love
You appear as a wonderful monster; roaming
in the dark; an unforeseeable future, focused
on a never-ending hope, that you and I shall last.

Our words become ash, skin will turn into dust, bones
become rust- my rib will one day disappear; the one that
belonged to your side. And by my side; you were my
much-loved poem, keeping me company, as all my old
lovers are above me.

Your very smile is an island that I’m stranded on,
your bright skin is the sun; our love a message in a
bottle, filled with …our words, kisses, voices, messages,
poems, verses and secrets untold.

And for one last warmth of your lips,
I’ll feed into them like a flame, and being burned
by your love. Goodbye, goodbye to us, and goodbye
to our love.

A party of my mind,
plugged in.
Closed curtains, echoes inside,
in my room private dancing.
For the past ten,
minutes I've been lip syncing
Once again
my gritty voice attempts at singing.

Is the door shut,
still up in these late hours.
Don't intend to cause my parents a fuss.
Singing in the dark,
dancing with my many shadows
These four walls of house
are a crowd. Surfing on music in a wave.
Don't know when I'll go to bed,
the sleep lately hasn't been my friend.

Plugged in,
volume up, bleeding my ears.
Deep playlist causes a flood of tears.

But as I'm listening,
something becomes a turn off
Music I hear isn't as loud.
Playing inside of one ear,
the other side without a sound.
Another pair of earphones,
no longer work.
Can't listen to music in private,
now, that's the worst.

Without my music,
left to listen to my thoughts
Problem is they have me thinking I'm alone.

As like a Rose,
his body was put to rest.
As many would suppose,
that the Lord Jesus lost to death.
But like a Rose that rises,
Jesus will rise to be alive

He will soon rise again.

It seems;

Easy to say, "I love you"
But not to say why,

Easy to say, "I value you"
But not say for what,

Easy to say, "I'll always be there"
But not say for how long,

Easy to say, "I care for you,"
But somehow not care enough,

Easy to say so many of these things;
But still not easy to follow through.

Knowing the ways to make you drip like honey,
I find myself lost in thought, afraid to dive
too deep and drown in the sea of emotions
you stir within me.

Every day feels like swimming in a bittersweet pool,
your taste lingering on my tongue and your
touch leaving a blush on my cheeks.
Your sweetness is both a blessing and a curse,
triggering a desire that I struggle to contain.

But I know better than to play with fire, toying
with the knots in your hair and risking getting burned.
So I treat you with the utmost grace,
saying my prayers before every meal, savoring
the rush of your heartbeat as I feast on your love.

"Eat your heart out,"
they say, and I do, with every fiber of my being.

upon the foundation of love; on the
streets of all our lives,
paved in the many ways of expression,
our love given— is the time willing to be
spent.

       love=time: which both make up life.

to echo the sound of many, the sound of i;
of all the time, all possible things, and a hope
i hope never to die,
as the past like a dearest old friend, the echo of love,
fades as quickly as it once was made.
      ...but soon shall we all meet again.

Moments of love feel almost medical—
but my patience for it is cold, clinical.
I never meant to overdose, just chasing
comfort in a heavy dose of someone new,
to help me cope.

I try to build a house from broken pieces—
too many to count. I am the empty echo
of a heart still full, but far too loud
to be heard.

Echo...
  Echoes
     fall between the silence of our words,
two awkward breaths apart—trying
to keep it innocent, just as friends,
while our primal skins just want to skip
to the part of just having ***.

It’s the risk of falling in love—
that makes us stumble near the edge.
It’s beautiful. It’s ******* stupid.
It hurts. It’s love.
Whether it finds you first, as the one
you need— or shows up last, as the one
you never really wanted.

Some puns by the dozen
to crack you up today.
It was exactly yesterday,
that I ended up writing this
while exaggerating.
While it was an excellent feeling,
I really came out of my shell.

My advice to you,
always look at life the sunny side up.
Because life tries to scramble your brain,
just don't act like a hard boiled egg.
And after all these egg puns,
I might need to apologise to all the
chickens for them.

Raised from the dirt,
how are we not down to Earth.
Surviving on living water,
how are we not able to flow
Ideas blowing in the wind,
we give a breath of our soul
We are what we earn,
with a fire at heart, we glow and burn.

I don't mean to embarrass
While all the good times has Us..
I know this night could probably grow jealous..
Drinking with the girls tonight, while I hang with the fellas.

You were caught by my eye
No words when you passed by
Failed that much to say a word, failed that much to say HI.

I was stuck right on you
While the night lights were on,
Your face repeated to me a favourite song

Walk up your walk to say this much, but I just made a confession..

I don't understand how I can stay by myself
Not wasting my time for something else
Spending my hours all on your health
With the little money of both wealth.

But if we fall down, then we can fall down together
They'll see me as a fool in love, they'll never see me clever.
If we fall down then let's fall down together
They'll say we'll never last that long, but we'll do this till forever.

I don't mean to embarrass
But I'm feeling quite polite to your manners
We just here for a good time, will you gladly have us
It's just me and the fellas.

But I just don't want to embarrass.

_

Do our lips & fingertips ignite
the searing heat of our kisses—
like glowing embers of a dying fire?

Your tender whispers linger,
a constant flame that consumes me.
Every passing moment, the chasm between us widens…

The fire of longing blazes within me in your absence,
it blazes even more fiercely when you are near.

Peeping through blinds, double tap what I like,
—but less active in being interactive
A lot of people are so attractive,
—but funny how I'd say that after they're shaking their *****
Its still for the masses; holding a hunger so massive
as those you tend to like, put you on a list of
their passes

DM sliding into slippery situations,
hoping to get a response from a like on my comments
Still that’s not what I’m about,
—but as I’m feeding my eyes, scrolling on feeds
Not every picture is as reel,
—but unlike a tear on my skin, every unappealing
factor I feel is so real
It's just a thrill, I hate to have at times, and appearing
a thirsty guy

So maybe I'll just leave a nice comment about
the beauty of life, even it doesn't get a reply
And the response to recent posts is staring at the background
with a set of emoji eyes

Letter upon letters filling my mailbox,
Who's addresses to you base yourself at. Do you have all the keys to the doors and locks.
So much mail in my mailbox of just blank spaces,
The postman tied them in a nice bow with one string, hoping I wouldn't see the lies in the letter's faces.

O' my, I hate to read long lines upon lines of people never coming in person to say such in flesh.
You tell me many things happening in your life and never once asked about me. Yet told me of your wife's new dress.
Yes you did once come to visit but to visit the visuals on my TV screen.
Do you really know if I had all the funds this month to pay for the lights in that Square box, or all the pain that came in between.

Yet you still would send me more empty mail as if it would be better.
I love the nice words you would use to throw me off track from The Truth in your every letter.

But it has come to me that people who go for so long with never touching home will fall so distant.
To only recognize you when the memory were finally to arrive. When you remember of my existence.

Yet I'll still wish you the best dear old friend, for you're always stuck to my heart and mind.
You may be gone for so long, but never shall we leave our best memories of the best times far behind.

Your life feels shallow,
or are you waiting for depth in empty pools?