Put the gun down
wipe the frown off your face
I know you've had your taste of bad luck
and you just want to be tucked into the bed of peace
I know you want the pain to cease from the heavy rains falling down on you from head to toe
but, without these, how do you expect to see a rainbow?
A bad moment doesn't make it a day, a day a month, a month a year, a year. a life..
Now I know you're thinking of putting that knife on your skin but all you're doing is committing a sin
you need to understand, God knows you can handle this battle
I know you're an angel who wants to return to the clouds
but, no matter how loud you plead, it isn't your time to leave
so, don't leave the ones that love you.
Just put the gun down

Let me write you a love letter,
a letter to sing my heart out better
to pour my emotions
and express my commotions
so it goes...




















nothing! because that's what I felt
the moment you left,
As empty as this blank space
left alone in this phase..

Your song on repeat
like a soundtrack to pain
and with every listen
I feel you again
Just as soon as I forgot
but I can't let you go
now that you've tugged my sleeve
and pleaded me, no

But your face in my mind
is not close to me anymore
I looked through the window
just as you closed the door
and saw you glance back
but never turn around
Some things that are lost
are dead and can't be found

The song of your heart
I understood back then
too well to believe now
I'll never see you again
You were a sister to me,
so your brother is my brother, too
Now you are his brother
and I don't know what to do

except to sing
except to miss you

Seen
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fog.

In mornings unwoken

A turn toward the sleeper

And presentations to eyes that will not open

Nor see to the chesty howling

Nor a smile shared on skin and other spaces

Tied to the arms moving violations

And subliminals creeping upon you through slats of sunlight and shaking eyelashes.

Dust that’s formed in the folding where the nose shades seep into blood vessels store the dreams nodding at coming days.

Bullet holes admired by tourists, defunct airports admired by tourists and the flashing bulbs which used to carry them away,

this day was dark
lost sunshine and broken realities
clashing in a congested space
on this day
there was no dawn
only raindrops
time had forgotten its job
mouths had forgotten thier smiles
on this day, fire was crowned king
merciless
ripping through bones
mutilating skin
today, my nature has brought me death
the distant friend
now gazing into my eyes
on this day, I do not run from him.
arms wide
embracing falsified truths.
fight no longer embedded in my being.
this day, is the day.

planted in foundation firm, upright she grows
hardened by bullying winds, fragile she froze
spring sunlight begins to thaw her icy trunk
undreamt beauty within, temporary funk
nurtured and nursed back to life, the impact shows

meant for more than shadows, pretty she pose
structure, strength, and semblance; groundwater bestows
brilliant and confident contrasts wilted, shrunk
I, unraveling; opening; flourishing.

stretching toward light; jaws dropped, she fearless arose
petals so pretty, her true colors expose
stem entwined with stories; her purpose no bunk
floods, fingers, fierce feeling; she stood never sunk
wavering character, but bold hope she chose
I, unraveling; opening; flourishing.

Tiptoe... out of my room,
Tiptoe... down the hall,
Tiptoe... down the stairs,
Tiptoe... outside,
Tiptoe... under the streetlight,
Tiptoe... into your arms.

You lied.
You said you'd be leaving the country,
But you lied.
I still find pieces of you
everywhere I go.

You're the song that comes on the radio in taxis, begging to be missed.
I know it's you when my hands start itching to grab my phone to see if you messaged me.
Everytime I hear my phone ring,
For a moment I swear it was your name that flashed on the screen.


You lied.
You said you left the country,
But why is it that everytime
I look for you,
I always find you
in my heart?