Thus, I have come to understand the worth of inadequacy –
my accuracy that targets the essence of your heart, is obscured
by my vision, ensnared by your eyes. You elevate my lows to
astonishing heights, tormenting me with your kisses, for we
never get to kiss twice.

It’s always one of those quick goodbyes; "I’ll see you in another
life," as if you’re untroubled by the thought of a reason to die.
Yet, won’t we all meet our end eventually? Some days, I wish
for a gentle passing for my weary soul.

And your eyes – don’t they seem to possess an awareness of
their own reflection? Your beauty is a weapon, silencing my
tongue, rendering me unable to articulate in words. Paralyzed;
I am numb in place; I can't look away from your eyes.

So numb in love...

O' baa baa,
I'm your black sheep,
who always hated school.
"Do you really want to be a fool?"
     No sir, no sir,
I'll stick to all of your rules.

As the wisdom of your head,
rests on your shoulders
   head and shoulders
"A bit too needy," I once was told.
Less nosey;
to smell good intentions.
And the coldest of hearts,
that always caught a cold.

So itsy bitsy,
to all eyes of the world.
And down their drain,
raised in the gutter of rain falls.

As roses that are red,
and the kisses are so few;
Love swept me off my feet,
so much, I broke that broom.

All that once was-
a nursery rhyme,
Lost the former-
but made, a nursery mind.

I had to leave that child behind,
for this man I went on to find.

To meet my end by the hour of nine,
yet I’ll live until the clock strikes eight.
I will leave by seven, ensuring I am not late.

So unleash your pent-up hate on inadequate objects –
for in doing so, you shall become the object of hate.

On an ocean with a broken cigarette;
a man and the ocean had to shed a tear
Wondering if the Lord of forever was somewhere
near an ocean view; wondering if heaven on earth was ever real

As nothing is this world, ever tasted as new,
like kissing a stranger and sharing ***** secrets that you never knew
I've been lost, but not as lost in the scent
of a past lover and their nostalgic perfume

I've been a thousand places,
but not a thousand more than the sands of moments
we spent by the beach side. To now just smoking in the waters;
     feeling so washed up thinking about you

Under the tears of  a tiny whisper
may I find peace in your  love
Under it's  surface; waving calm goodbyes and it's scenic few

What washes away old
brings forward something anew
Like as being under the ocean moon-
at times so blue; but in the end it was all so beautiful...

Blue as an Ocean;

                          Under a light moon
                              Black nowadays;
                               as life is so cruel

                  The moon;

So timid-
whispers secrets;
Lives with all my
dreams and wishes


                        Unfortunate for me;
                          eyes heavy of tears
                                 All I do is stare;
                          looking up, in fears


                 An Ocean lost-
                        at Sea
             In the waves of life;
                       Waits on
             The tides to subside


                              My flow goes on;
                                         stays alive.

The ocean's waves are pretty grand,
hid all my tears beneath the sand.
You'll probably ask what's in my hand,
the recognition of my names brand.

They don't even know what's in my brain,
the crazy people call me insane.
Not much of flavour cause I act plain,
my words will stick to you just like a stain.

I bought a few words to write an ocean song,
I swim in them just to move along.
At the ocean's center I see no dawn,
the sunrises are out too far.

My heart used to be cement,
I could easily drown inside my own regret.
But I'm so glad that you and I met,
the ocean drowns, but we'll ride it together my dear friend.



It's not the choice I made,
heart beats so fast I swim in sweat.
But that's okay cause I rather swim in that than my own regret.
And it's just you and I,
Across this ocean's eye,
I'm not so lonely in these waters with you right by my side.

And though my soul may float,
We both sank down our boat,
I just pray to God I don't die with all the salt waters swimming right down my throat.

And I don't give that much, but I told you the most,
We'll cry together in center till we hear a crossing boat.

We'll sing an ocean song,
Get drunk on some old Pirate ***.
I'm not that clever but I'm not dying young, that they see me dumb.

This is our ocean song.
Get drunk on some more of ***.
We're lost together
And it's a treasure,
While I'll enjoy this song.

Cry me a river,
indeed if you may.
Still unlike you,
mine is much an ocean
Of many pains, hurts, and along with little happiness.

The body of water
goes lost at sea
Only as a drop in the ocean
does the body know my tear.

Vast of the likeness,
likely to all who understand a few pain,
It's vastness broad for all,
so perhaps some of us hurt the same.

Still despite the massive strength
of all the waves,
I've walked into the ocean's tears unafraid.

Oh, is the sweet and delicate embrace; such a tight
and warm hug, but it had smashed my bouquet of flowers.
I picked you out of the bunch; I wandered down a forest trail
brushing with death- a kiss by her lips. And around me, was the
sight of your experienced skins; carpeted with yellow leaves, blessed
by the caressing sun. The cool of your eyes- is a walk by the lagoon,
your warm bud of tears falls into my eyes, and swell it up, to bloom.
The Sun rules over our lives, that Moon quietly covers our pain with
those nights of laughter; the canopy of our dreams, quietly fall away
as like the leaves. My tongue bares roots, and my words do try to promise
flowers- with every saturated thought, shaped out as petals opened wide.
The first time I saw it, I was entirely unaware of what waited below my lows.

To— step out of myself, was the place our story had begun. And to this,
each tree I see around me, reminds me of you- the first tree I as a child,
were brave enough to climb.

We are a poem,
written on life's
page;

The words;
daily lyrics of
feelings;
emotions,
experiences;

As creation,
was the pen;
and God the poet.

Quite evident, broken hearts tend
not to love again.
Loves in the air,
question is, will you breathe it in again?
Evident in those past experiences,
we hope this time it will be real to the very end.

Tis with a broken heart,
you fear so much to love.
But don't leave it to chance,
those not willing to find love, how do you
know it's time to give up?
The pain of such, is quite deep.
But as much as it hurts, out there is your missing piece.

It's all but a moment of hurt,
which feels endless, especially if
they were your first.
But you don't find the sparks of love without a few times of getting burnt.

To all the broken hearts in the world,
out there in this lonesome earth is
someone you deserve.

Don't be afraid to, SEARCH!

I appreciate you for
your consistency
As you play a record
spinning in my head
Rewinding the memories I hate,
a constant repeat, and repeat...
A reminder of: so many poems
I wrote for girls

I honestly hate them all
wishing I could scrap them all
from scrapping together the courage
to write them all
To agree so well with disagreements
all those inner feelings
You seem to be more or less,
but I'm really molested by you
Touched by this heart-wrenching feeling
disgusted by it's hand
Discussing to myself as the comfort of
my own voice as an only friend

We are perfect foes you and I
novocaine; are we never again to
share such an unfeeling pain?

In a house of my brain
quieting whispers of wind
So loud to hear in it's open space;
might be paranoid, filling holes
to be whole in the voids

Some days I learn to avoid you
as you're a poverty of my personality
And it's so rich to know I can't
afford you

So at any given chance,
I try to ignore you

I had Biscuits,
she was my favourite little puppy.
Cute, fluffy, and brown.
And as I think of her while she's gone
while pulling the trees of nature,
the feeling of despair really barks up the wrong tree.
            I really, really miss that dog.

I'm really just a biscuit,
—that tiny spare wheel we all hide
in the back of our cars.
My closest to a ride, or die companion,
still spinning fresh on my mind.
And the only thing I could confess to
about feeling really, truly tired.
        ****, I really, really miss that tyre.

I had a biscuit,
this time it was really a girl.
And of course it's wrong of me to say,
but for the modern audience, "she was my biscuit."
I used to hold her so tight; I still wonder how
she never once crushed into pieces in my arms.
I guess she was that strong, stronger that whatever
strength of pride I could carry her from.
    Heck, the only girl I really, really loved.

I do miss the biscuits with extra cream
in between, like a life with a few extra
sweet moments, so we could get a good lick from.

   But I never was that big of a fan of biscuits in the first place.

But what are the for comings of such a life I live.
Minds of gone, taken away of many and less a few to give.

Yet looking through the small glimse of the looking glass, seeing these old shadows of doubt.
Placed on hold in my heart at such a particular spot. This be where I find my mount.
Still where do Lone Rangers ride to in a sunrise already down
Where do lost dreams find themselves on my face with the makeup upon me like a clown.

Yet do own clowns laugh at their own jokes without the painted smile
Spoken though are the many words you don't say beneath the trial.

Such trials of common error and us many making many more mistakes.
Yet the harder lessons are what sticks most to the heart yet the revelation of such is of what has me in breaks.

Still what is man's commonality if everyone out there has shut eyes on different things,
The endless game of life chess being played is at most the worst of flings.

Still hear to these words before you fall to the prey of deaf.
Try to face all fears but be warned of running quickly to your own death.

It all feels like a craft of love,
a tight fit in my eyes naked views
A beautiful body of work,
grinding my gears to a halt,
At a place of it being wore out in perfection,
the once new smell, becomes as creased
as my socks.

But even with its imperfections,
the painting still manages to wiggle
its way into my heart, leaving a lasting
impression that I can't shake.

It's like a tapeworm inside of me,
recording every beat of my heart and
every thought in my mind.
I try to pull it out, but it's no use.
The painting has become a part of me,
a part of my soul that I can't let go of.

And even though it brings me pain at times,
I can't help but smile. It's like a silly game
that I can't resist, a game that brings me joy
and laughter even in the darkest of times.
So I'll keep it close to my heart, like a knife in my mouth,
ready to cut open a crack of a smile whenever I need it most.

Strange how I knew you
little,
Yet think of you long.

Youth must be like
the oceans,
It comes at first little waves,
pulls back and returns bigger.
And before you know it,
it's gone.

How goes the youth,
how goes it away from us.

An itch of an inch – scratching to reach that place we once
walked; it was almost the measure of love; with elevating
conversations that led to a level of trust. Now wearing linen
divorce clothes, to separate the time that wore us down; as I
carried a smile in a frown; as we all plant a seed of respect we
have for others, hoping in due time it flourishes.

But trust me, winter is loveless – summer is the state of your
heart, where the sun still longs to shine even when it’s hidden
behind the clouds. Love is needless, to those who only respond
by the own feelings; looking for someone just to entertain them,
by only giving them a good feeling.

As all my bones break in despair; at the sound of the skeletons,
I must break in my closet – my soul shakes like the trees caught
in a storm; with electric branches. I’ve been struck down; made
to be someone with no passion, no meaning, or digression.
Passive-aggressive – only out of annoyance; for an inch of my
life, revolves around entertaining people who show pieces of
their true colours, and still expect me to act colourblind.

How they offend my sight!

To a starving child
would you offer food for thought
To a mute
would you offer a caring word
To a quadriplegic
would you offer a step ahead
To an insomniac
would you offer them a bed
To a shadow
would you offer it shade in the summer
To a drum
would you offer a beat for unnecessary drama

But no on a serious note; we're offering things
often to force ourselves in offing our heads/
—overthinking a gesture, is as good as to pretend

Playing your mind in chess,
a game of war that none can escape the draft
We're checkers until we're being examined for our past
Imploding cringey memories; a grenade for a present/
all the gifts beforehand a thought's delivery; all pre sent

Pretty less, on feeling less after the care I get
sort of a mind set to care less, seeming careless
on revaluating any of my regrets:
Hurricanes for past events, destroyed by past missteps
...tell me what's next, and what to expect?

Offer me a starving child,
and I'll feed them well in help,
and knowledge to never starve again
Offer me a mute,
and I'll voice their pain in an echo,
that simple words can't explain
Offer me a quadriplegic,
and I'll take the steps to help them
stand proudly on their outstanding worth
Offer me an insomniac
and I won't rest until they find a lost comfort
of all their dreams, spoken on with ill words
Offer me a shadow
and I'll shed light on the dark corners
of not only myself, but those lost in darkness
Offer me a drum
and I won't beat around the bush, on
making a load roar of one's injustice

                 ...these, these are all my world offerings

Do you feel as young as you do— By the gazelle or doe,
passion dripping off lip's honey dew,
Behold all winters past— Flowers singing voices
of turtledoves, ripen the joys of my heart;

Arise to me, but come away— Sweet voice and a
lovely face, as I taste your name.
A banner over me, is your love, stirred up by desire,
I'd do any all for my— Oh beloved.

Oh Life:
the occasion, that occasionally
  some leave the event too soon.

Oh Life:
the maze, searching for a way,
  yet dazed and confused.

With limited days, and how best to use.

Oh Life:
the pillow, looking for support and comfort,
  Often in the living, but mostly found
   when you're at rest.

Oh Life:
the boot, hard kicking your backside,
   trailing your baggage in the back.

With just the few luck you keep in a sack.

Oh Life:
isn't all that it seems.
  The closest you are to reality,
   pulls you away from your dreams.

Nine out of the ten times, you're a ten
of having the worst time.

Still,
you can't afford to waste time,
  even with the girls you call dimes.

No penny for thought; could ever
pay the intellect of a great mind.

But all can **** time.

Oh Life:
  is time, but never enough of it.  
  
Life is but the time you can make of it.
  Precious is life; but precious is time.

Spend both well.

There’s a spark between your lips, and it lights mine
when we kiss— we’re a match: fighting against all
the ways we’ve tried to smother what we feel.
As the sun cuts through me, kissing my skin in
gold— but my tears taste like wine, and my hopes
lounge in the soft armchairs of dreams.

Now, I hate the silence when I’m left with myself—
scrolling through ghosts in my phone, each message
once charging me like a battery cell.

Now it’s just me, trapped in a cold heart's prison cell,
echoing for company, thinking of the days I was once
drowning  in a well. But all there’s left to say is a bitter,
shrugged,

                “Oh well.”

In my loneliness thinking on you, I wrote a song.
Not too well with my music so forgive me for not being able to get a tune to sing along.

Still the beating of my heart for you is so like an endless beating drum.
Blaring through Days and Nights,  slowing down only at your presence it then becomes a hum.

To my own understanding I'd wish you spend the night with me.
By the empty space of my bed we could fill it's worth. Falling asleep by your arm. Be my last joy as the last I see.

Captured by the lens of your smile, you've caught me in the moment.
Now being the shy guy at Love's first kiss, craving for more. Baby I need more of it.

With my feelings for you flowing more than the rivers I drowned in love.
Gasped by your first appearance. So humble and pure, such of a Dove.

First times of our lips touch felt like an eternity.
I held you more than I did before. Come closer to me.

Hoping I wouldn't lose my words as I always when you're near.
A heart pounding like crazy as if it were jumping out of my chest. Still in such a moment things felt clear.

Clear that I'd fallen so hard in love I bruised myself. Fallen on bruised knee.
How such a crush could do so much to me.

Lord I'm in love by my heart's beat.

LORD, crying out in my tears longing for her.
My need in life, become quite needy for her. Still something I rather much prefer.

O'dear I'm lost in the trance.
Heart's skipping and feeling to dance.

I'm in love, I can't deny
I'll call her once more just to hear her sweet reply.

I'm in love, I have no doubt
She's the treasure of my soul, seeking in me for her till I found you out.

O'joys I'm in love.

In love, in love, in love.
Screams so high for I'm in love with her.

Christmas nets to catch
my wishes,
Christmas lights to see
it all
Christmas angels to give
me wings.

Just to fly away
and catch all my dreams.
Just to fly away
and let them light my way.

If I don't live tomorrow
let me live today.
Though I know much sorrow
my gift is knowing it's all going to be okay.

Okay...

Finding my ****** expressions without makeup,
Fixing my heart when girls say, "let's just break up,"
Figuring out my next steps when things start to shake up,
But I really get annoyed by the nice people we meet; saying,
"let's just f**k"

Oh what is this life; and what am I living for?
Giving all the pieces of your life, but it always wants some
more. As I'm senseless to the less sense of my interests to
my less cents. So reckless to my repentance; and a wreck to
all of life's pressures.
Weighing myself down on all it's measures. How to be strong
with yourself, with all of these offered pleasures?
But we all know nothing lasts forever. Still a chance of having
it now, could make things feel a little better.

Okay...

Still the lover; longing for a love to actually love,
Stuck with food for thoughts; but it feels like my wisdom
is still keen to starve,
Searching all of the skies, for all of my answers from the above,
Scheming on all of my luck to success; with the few of my cards,
But the game of life is always so hard.

Okay...

Where am I going, in these night trips to nowhere,
Who knows their final destination, only after their death's despair,
Why is life this constant carnival game, paying a fair to being
so unfair,
When do I show face to face my challenges, if I dare?

And this is all the okay to the okay, the day after today. Two
days into choices of Tuesdays. But no matter the day;
it's always a battle to just seem okay.

And that's okay...

The turning dials of that old car radio,
Metallic, as the rubber coverings fell
off. What had once protected, lost by
the twisting of that radio's lifespan.

In a car, old as it's manufacturers who
are all dead,
Her strength is still strong on this long
journey to the bigger city.
I fiddle through that plastic box of old
cassette tapes. My finger picking out a
title to fill the radio's mouth. To fill it up with
so much music; that it's old speakers *****
out noise.

Choking the engine of the car's battery,
the lights on the gauges flicker,
And I pull over the side of the road,
it's dark outside and cold. Not of the night
but of the music's chords.

I'm alone.

Waiting for a stranger to stop by,
and jumpstart my car. But only a God,
could jumpstart my heart.
As I reminisce on what it felt like being in
love. A station I had once tuned into,
with all it's cheesy love songs. And their
catchy hooks.

I miss the sound of the music.

A small car pulls up beside me. Yellow
as the sunflower open to the sun.
Bright as a smile; of someone you're glad to
see. 'How long has it been,' you'd ask them.

The window went down;
as a girl with a smile greeted me only by a gaze.
'Do you need help stranger,' she asked.

'Help with a lot of things, I doubt you could
come up to. But you're welcome to try,' my
heart replied.

I nodded slightly, hoping this could be
a quick fix. The quickest way for me out
of a conversation.

But my car was dead.

The stranger offered me a ride to the next town,
to grab a mechanic. I reluctantly agreed.
And before I hopped in that box Sunny,
I had to grab my plastic case of cassettes.

She seemed keen on what contents I had
at hand. Insisting I put a tape inside her radio.
'Hey that's my favourite band,' she said.

I never smiled as real in that moment,
than I ever did before.
With so much in common, we fed our ears
on good music, with our similar tastes.
Making it to the next town, I gave my
thanks.

Not expecting much back.

'Here's my number. We should hang out sometime
to listen to some good music.
I'll trade you my number for a couple of tapes,'
she said.

She drove off leaving me with a smile,
a number, and a reason for them both. As I
wondered where next this story would go...

I'd love to tune into that.

What a pity for the burn of your love — a toothless fire;
we started so strong, but now we struggle to ignite,

I suspected as much — for a boneless smile; just
pretending to be so kind for all those squandering
moments by following their own misguided advice.

The hollowness of your eyes leaves a bitter aftertaste,
on my mind — such a hopeless fire. So helpless to stoke
the flame; yet, one that I can’t deny still resonates with
your name, so we title it simply, as us just being
friends.

Love be the nearest, love be the furthest.
I see an ***, doing the donkey work of to be earnest.
The self identifying; of those among truly purposed.
A garden of roses in carousel; rowing around a carnival park,
Ice cream stains, candy moustaches, brands tomorrow's marque.
People giving loose handshakes; lost it's grip to their love. Their once true love,—
Of all the hateful glaring eyes looking down on us. And what they told us, to then give up.

But love in the nearest? Is of things I hold closely.
As in it's furthest; are those coldest nights I feel so lonely.
Like bare toes inside of the snow; their feet are too cold to move.
Which of my souls do I anticipate to be holy or holey; of my old red shoes?
Glaring, teasing, laughing, shaking, commenting, and pointing,
I expect of others looking at them,— judging my worth at these worthless red shoes.

For a love had. I walked the nearest. And too walked the furthest.

Feels like the first time, we ever really kissed,
shooting my shot, and I knew I wouldn't miss.

Cause I, need to take a moment, while I find my composure,
cause I write my feels when I feel the moment.
And no I'm not joking, everyone lies, but I preferred when you lied to me closer.

And though it may seem things are over,
growing out of love by the days I get older.
Still I hope the feeling of love never turns over.

I mess up sometimes, my goes messy,
I'm scarred for anyone to come undress me.
Cause I know what's inside, lot of things I hide underneath my pride,
but I know everybody has days to cry.

O' My,
why do I feel this way.
O'My,
I've been only feeling strange in every way,
O'My.

I **** up a lot of smoke inside my lungs,
and no it's not a joke, I feel kinda dumb,
thought you were one, but love ain't for everyone.
O'My.

But given this time I find myself before I find new love,
and not by the end of my wealth do I fall in love again,
O'My.

Goodbye, have a great time,
see me outside so alive while I'm dying inside.
Still really never find. Given this this time,
I'll find something when I leave this all behind.

O'My.

The wettest of love written out of my black
fountain pen. I’ve got hearts to spend,
customs to save, and not a lot of people to blame.

Oh what a shame, in this love’s long game,
starting off as friends, good remarks,
All into permanent scars; how haven’t we
come as far?

Oh I wonder how to slow down, to keep on
searching for something not yet around.

Love!

Oh where do I search, with the possible heartbreaks
that seem to lurk? Cut and burnt, soon after I had
my first.

Love letters into ashes, ashes into the dust,
scratched out names, nails turning into rust.

Pinned down by the wrists; to hold onto pain,
crosses are instead exes. Restless, into resting
soundly in my death.

In over my head, thoughts are covering
my shame. I’m waiting patiently after all,
to fall in love.

Once again.

Put away your glass eye, and you'll see just how delicate you truly are. Your mind may be sharp, but please, don't gaze
upon my chest and leave me with another scar.
Allow me to demonstrate the foolishness of being madly
in love, when you constantly say, "you run miles on my mind,"
but truthfully I need you to first find that path.

As we compare ourselves to the past, time refuses to wait
for us. We can't spend too much time second-guessing,
as everything comes to pass, and even when I feel irritable,
it all falls so short in my very face.
But hey, life is too tall, and I can't afford to fall so quickly from grace. Still, even when I express my gratitude, it seems to
be the only most answered prayer. Still I pray to protect you from the preying eyes of the world, like the many wolves lurking in the shadows. Every man has an instinct to hunt, but I could never sense their intentions with my own cold nose.

Some days, I yearn to touch your skin as gently as I touch
the sky, always hopeful for tomorrow.
I want to witness every petal of tears that fall from your eyes, reminding me that you are my precious flower. I must protect and guard, while leading with the energy of a man who is still learning, but also in charge.

Yet, life as I know it feels like a stubborn plug in the wall, refusing to give in even when I'm on the verge of burning out. Unlike an angry dog, I may drool, but it's not a pretty sight
at all. Beautiful thoughts only seem to exist in the corners of darkness. Perhaps a single kiss from you will ignite a spark of love, even if it only comes in fleeting sparkles.

Bur don't indulge in my darkness, for the void is filled with nothingness that will make you starve.
But let me gather the courage to say, "I like you," before
I can muster the strength to call you my love.
But then again, what is love: an awkward word, one that carries a multitude of emotions and sensations that delicately tickle underneath the surface of our skin. It can be a rollercoaster
of feelings, sometimes even getting on our nerves. Picture love
as an unlikely image, framed within the memories of one being so, so afraid to talk to girls.

Imagination, on the other hand, is a powerful faculty of the mind. It is an untamed force that can conjure up vivid and extraordinary scenarios, but it can also be harnessed and controlled by a trained mind. Love, however, is a different story. It is wild, unpredictable, and capable of leading us off track when our feelings can no longer hide.

Love is like a tempestuous storm, capable of stirring our hearts passionately and altering the courses of our lives. It knows no boundaries and can ignite an intense and overpowering flame within us. But playing with your match won't be so wise; playing with fires. Love can make us feel vulnerable and exposed,
as if the mere thought of interacting with the opposite ***
could send us spiraling into a spiral of anxiety and self-doubt.
Pricking at my heart, while I go around picking up another rose.

Still when it comes to true love, I never have enough words...
so perhaps that justifies me to say I'm in love,— being lost
for words. Or course that goes against the laws; if love ever
had them at all.
You could live by forever, but truthfully forever will always
be so far away,— so we'd just have this moment where we stay.
And one day, someday or even a Monday, love won't lack
the passion, and making me feel so mundane. But I'll only
know when I fall in love one day.

Please call me back,
written message in the network's text. I don't have
enough airtime; so I'll borrow some. Knowing it's
not the best—in the fact of being underpaid.
I haven't been paid this month, so it's still a dream
of moving house. The funds are never enough,
but just tuck shop money, and a gin allowance for a
couple laughs.

But I'll call you soon.

7.50, left in my bank account. Maybe I could
pull out six to make the call. Insufficient funds to
complete this transaction, the screen read in bold.
Feeling insufficient, sufficiently to say I've worked my due.
If I had a girlfriend; which place could I take her to,
and what would we do? As I'm broke and empty on funds
and dreams in my pocket. While driving past the mansions
of my two bosses.

But I'll call you soon.

I'm running out of rhymes, without any airtime
to Google new ones on Rhymezone. So I'm just
staring at the phone, hoping you make the repeating call.
I missed it the first time you beeped me, knowing I was
feeling tearful in my room alone. I must have been so focused
on staring at the pictures on the wall, to hear your call.

But I'll call you soon.

As both of my lines have pending debts, and I'm not
keen on borrowing  money to have debts with friends.
But in the end—your fun size pride rarely cares.
Still the anxiety of not making an effort to call back,
pushes a reason to swear. To pull my hairs, struggling
on why—why I can't return your call. As if I don't care
at all.

But I do; I'm just fighting to call you soon. Unfortunately
in the end; I never had the chance to support you my
friend. I never returned that call, and it's doing in my head.

It's an unfortunate one missed call.

The stars aren’t so innocent;
Those surrounded in the twilight's dark
But when they all die off,
Who really witnesses their final spark?

They live in harmony, though with death –
As I stare at them following their emptiness;
If I must fall out of place, I’ll embrace that fate
Like a shooting star, taking the task with gladness;
Neither entering nor departing, a dark breath,
That quietly escapes out of my collapsed chest.

While my skin dissolves into dirt –
The very cradle of humanity’s birth;
My wet tears will burn scars upon my cheeks –
Never truly separated from things; but also,
never attaining the true meaning of peace.

                                      I’m all but a piece.

These closed eyes;
in all these unfamiliar times as it seems.
Closed doors, and shut curtains
over these once outside dreams.

Even when I'm out;
these fears have my mind in quarantine.

Sneeze!

Someone did so in front of me.
Without their bent elbow;
I was quickly thinking about the old ones
back home, of my family.

Never thinking I could lose count
of all those loved ones I've lost.
Not all through a pandemic,
but because of it;
a natural death hurts a lot.

Seems I've used up all the tears;
to cry out for another loss.

Sniff!

Only afterwards, you realize you didn't
spend time with them for that long.
All when their already gone,
but you still sing the memories like
a nostalgic song.

Cough!

Clearing my throat;
the heaviest heart I had to swallow.
So light of how lightly we take today.
You may not wake up to the bright day
of another tomorrow.

The beauty of life can easily
fade to whither like a flower.

How long do we really have;
counting your life on two open hands?
Praying for the Lord's eternal life's piece,
and it feels like he won't meet those demands.
You may feel your ideas starting to
hate the ways of his plans.

Lord I don't understand!

I just write down the questions;
in a list, on a scroll,
and bury the paper deep inside my soul.
The opening question being,
"was it you or the devil, sometimes in control"

Only in the heavens...will I know.

Sleep in between lips,
only for a kiss,
we both admit and submit,
to ignorance being bliss.

Hands on hips,
holding onto parts I miss,
under Christmas lights,
in New year's eve,
you're my resolution's gift.

A star above my head,
a lonely child's wish,
only a Lord could give,
lying in the courts of love,
a case put to rest by deceit,
when we argue and go to sleep.

To then wake up
and repeat.

The journey back is always
shorter than the one going.
The simple joy of it all,
is not always knowing
But rather taking in the sceneries,
and all the beauty it's showing.

He bled and shed,
a crown of thorns upon his head.
A price greatly to be paid,
death yearned for us by our sins
But Christ Jesus took our places instead.

Wine of his blood,
bread his body.
Bruised and scarred,
He went through it all, for he greatly loved me.

All that should be on your mind,
SHOULD BE ME!
But I'm really just kidding.
Really when you think of me,
you should feel FREE!

FREE to be who you are,
FREE to be as you were meant to be.
FREE to speak your mind,
darling let me hear what you think.
FREE to be loved fully,
my lover, to be freely loved by all of me.

Or be it so- I was lost in your eyes grand gardens
taking done a couple fieldnotes; be it a couple ideas
of me imagining ourselves as couple of old love notes

Being cherished love letters, timeless and tender
under the glow of city lights, even when your lips
appear slightly troubled, envious of the brilliance that
surrounds you

I’ve come to take note of my love phases, needing to
be rephrased- finding a new means of expressing my
feelings to someone so new in my life

Sweetheart, let your heart be an open book, and I will
be the unique tale that unfolds just for you, revealing
every chapter of my essence.

The atmosphere surrounding us after our first kiss, felt so heavy —
Her energy is thick, her smile is as smooth as the finest silk,
The desire of her eyes burns me, peering deeply into my eyes.

I'm blind in love...

Yet, I still hope to see our future together —
I hoped as much, but that hope has become a past pleasure;
I still treasure those dear moments we shared: it was fun to smile,
A joy to love, and a dream being lost in that enchanting fantasy,
Of hoping patiently, someone could be your potential future wife.

I'm no longer blind in love...

For she helped me find a piece of myself, reshaping the rhythm —
Of my heart, to remind me that I never once lost its spark,
Oh, the joy of having loved, the sorrow of having lost;
But the greatest gain, was holding onto the feeling of love itself.

Thank you, for it was you who opened my eyes!

Do as you thrive,
-Oops,
I must of seen the temptation in your eyes,
While catching a bit of summer in your smile
****, never thought it could be much brighter
Inside;- still for a while, I'll give it all a second chance,
Having you for seconds, in time and a meal of love
Still I'll put you first, grinding my gears in my mind
I'm always a better takeoff in second

-Wait, wait,
Don't you ever rush me to say, "I love you"
That's a bit of a touchy subject, for someone who hasn't
Been touched in a while. But it's good of you, to touch
Me on my left side, which is the right side for an honest smile

Honestly,
I'm not looking to be your next guy, the other guy, the new guy,
Or even at least YOUR guy,- just call me a friend, for being perfect
Friends at the start; give me some time to get a little close to you
I'm still opening up my heart

This is an opening of an open
conversation of a mind.
Opening the mouth to speak,
just not open to pour out lies.

As with an open heart,
opens the way to your soul.
Don't leave it so open to things
that you fully don't know.

We ask God to open a way,
but don't openly take it.
Some aren't open to change,
rather only open to the one they want.
So like an open call,
it seems to only be an act.
Too many play into things we're not,
openly falling into the consequences of that.

So I've openly written you all
a piece of my heart,
Perhaps to open your eyes,
hoping all are open to see.
I can't say this is an open file,
I'm just opening up as me.

Open to your own opinion,
and what you have to say.
Maybe add your own opinion,
something you're open to convey.

If you jumped out of Heaven, how far would you fall,
to go through this hell for love. How far would you go?
Having all of the questions, but less of the answers.
More of the hard lessons, than you got from classes.

And how you see the world, depends on the shade of your glasses. When everyone is a slave to their mind, the thoughts being their masters.

A pretty dancer, at night, you seem so free when
you are out of sight. Out of the minds of judgement's view,
the only time you can be you. They've haven't known us for as long, to say that it's true. That we all could walk the same mile in the same shoes.

But I have nothing to prove,
but maybe to myself. That I could be anything; not relienent
on wealth. To take care of me, I'll be taking care of my health. And I could do all these things if I said so, but this everyday I live, drives me close to losing my mental.

But I'm open to ideas, like this opening verse.
So if you have advice, on how to keep me away from being
at my worst. I'd appreciate if you could spare a couple caring words. At least open up, to my opening verse.

Sighing memories washing over me in the flow of a deep
blue sea, — my skin glimmers with the love of the sun, but its
affection is too overwhelming; my tears cascade, transforming every
ground beneath my feet, into an ocean the moment I step outside.

Please don’t crash into me as if I were an unguarded entrance –
the outside world hammered at the door of my heart, demanding to
be let in by any open conversation — but it takes more time for me
to open up.

Those open scars, raw and untended, are like emotional
whirlpools, dragging me down into the abyss of pain and sorrow.

Oppression.
Often life felt oddly close to that,  toying with your mind became it's obsession.
Yet today I'll tell myself that I surely can't have everything,
If I never felt how it feels to have nothing.
Just to take that nothing,
Like the poor common man who takes it to dream of something.

More or less the same,
I'll still find hope and joy in your name.
Though we never met in person  for you died for all my guilts and sins  on that dying wood.
You still gave me the eyes to see all the bad and sense in them some good.

Yet time flies past me,
Though my days seem so down and broken. When I'm blinded, unable to see.
Just call out for me to hear your only true voice as the Shepard calling out to his sheep.
Trusting in your judgement of  this long path I walk,  to sow my seeds and reap.

Take the oppression away,
Till I'm fully empty, to be filled only by you. Each day by day.
Love me as you always have though I've sometimes lost the plot,
For you still keep me safe in your arms and you surely all I need and got.

I never heard much of love playing in my ear;
as I've never heard David's secret chord to the Lord.
The melodies of affection and adoration never caressed
my ears or resonated within my soul. The sweet symphony
of love's harmonies, like the ethereal hymns sung by angels,
were foreign to my senses.

Sitting beneath the orange hues of a radiant sunset,
I found solace under the sheltering branches of an orange tree.
The soft caress of its delicate leaves brushed against my cheeks,
a gentle reminder of nature's embrace.

It felt as if love itself had taken a bite into the core of my being, leaving me intoxicated with its sweetness.
With every gulp of life, it filled me with an abundance of
emotions, leaving me speechless in its presence.

As I peeled away the layers of my pride, surrendering to
the vulnerability of love, it felt as if my very
skin was shedding, revealing the raw essence of my soul.
Like the strings of a guitar that linger in your mouth after a
heartfelt melody, love entangled my words, weaving
a intricate web of emotions that silenced me in its grasp.
The profundity of love was a force that rendered me
speechless, for words seemed insufficient to express its
depth and magnitude.

Yet, from above, a divine intervention occurred,
painting the sky with a vivid tapestry of orange hues.
It was a visual feast, a breathtaking experience to witness
the perfect alignment of colors and light. Floating amidst
the vastness of the heavens, this celestial swirl of orange
was a testament to the magnitude of love, a display of its
boundless beauty.

Within the ever-rotating circle of this enchanting spectacle,
I discovered an unparalleled love.  An elusive concept in this imperfect world, true and perfect love revealed itself to me.

It was a love beyond human comprehension, a love that
transcended all notions of imperfection.
This divine love, the love of God, illuminated my path
and transformed my perception of what love could truly be.

Programmed ideas, words begin to echo AI — quiet intelligent;
in a realm where outsmarting will take you out; once you
outshine those above you; you define the term of being so Anti.

Anti the world, where courage is deemed too bold — keep those
ideas to yourself, shave off the top – be bald. Even as you try to
say things so daring, that if feels like a bold choice; speaking your
mind won't be so clear without an influential voice.

Your existence seems tangled and wild; so out of order —I question
if a miracle isn’t served, would I question an angel for missing
the order. And if to not adhere to good people's orders, this very
breathing would feel like a crime — every moment caught up in
life would just be a show of Law and order.

But I doubt you’d excuse my aura for being so out of order –
we often craft justifications to the world’s chaos, as a service
to uphold a semblance of some order.

This pain I speak of, it all comes in spasms
My walls crumble on themselves- gripping,
Tightening, constricting and then discharging

Oh how this life once filled me with pleasure,
A rush of excitement towards coming days
Touching the most sensitive parts of me
A pleasant pleasure of riding the little waves
In coupled desire and hunger, a peaceful
Ecstasy to my Divine

Now it has slowed down on itself
Accelerating on top of my angsts
For what was once the idyllic tingles in my toes;
Is now a feeling of anxiousness-
I have such cold feet

A pain of pleasuring in the company of pain
This is my self-inflicting prison
And its escape is maiden to me- a ******
In the penitentiary of this world’s *******

Why do I allow this world to leave holes in me?

And every time you and I;
       kiss, kiss,
The space in our tongues go;
       hiss, hiss.

In the moment;

I'm amiss to the bliss,
forgetting all our conflicts.

As the snake in our words,
slithers out of our lips...

What kind of love is this?

We've bitten into the desires of lust, fears, and peers.
Such is an apple;
you and I darling, couldn't resist.

How do lips,
closely rhyme with kiss;
Yet the tongue;
in between makes a hiss,
I do wonder;
did we both submiss?

In a frantic search for my gaze,
searching my eyes just to love me- you never
truly found me in all my vibrant colours;

I apologize for the worst version of me,
that I always gave to my past lovers- I apologize
for not seeing you in all of your perfect colours;

We could have painted a beautiful picture
together.