I lost myself like the way my silhouette loses itself in the darkest shadows.
About two limbs have been decapitated.
Two more limbs within the minutes.
My heart tries to move a step ,
But I am restrained.
God only knows , I love you
Reaching for cloud 9.
There's no ending to a rising cloud.
Heat trickles waves,
causing me to lose my embracing hands.
What am I going to achieve?
Turn my head into the other direction  ,
I look forward into mist.
Dreaming is a beautiful fantasy.
A wishful reality..
I feel you , but yet your rising star
There's no stop to a moonlight shimmering.
God only knows I love you.
What am I going to achieve?
As I dream , they become nightmares.
Memories becomes a ticking clock.
Sorrowful sacredness silence formed.
As the walk began to nowhere .
There's no cure for heartache.
God only knows I love you.
As well he knows what he is teaching.
Although there's no way to get inside a stubborn soul.
What am I going to achieve?

You are so much more than a pair of green eyes.
Your heart is golden but sometimes your thoughts dull its shine.
It might take some rain and maybe even a thunderstorm, but I promise you,
It will be worth far more than the pain
to see you
see for the first time.
And you are nearing that day.

he still doesn't realize
that beauty has a price

he plucks roses and
wonders why they wither
when he's never learnt
to check their roots.

with thorns between his lips,
he speaks softly about
the way love has eluded
him over the years.

his palms like written verse,
scarred and coarse, petals
falling delicately out of
time from his fingertips.

he sees beauty but he
does not see underneath

he has always been
one to see the flames
but never feel the heat.

There is poetry in blood- in the veins
that licked up my spine and down
a silhouetted profile in last night's lusting whisper
and this mourning's coffee.

There is something in the way
she holds the knife-cutting
onions for tacos and
laughing for the guests, pulling

down her sleeves, adjusting
her hair in the
reflection of the sink. She looks
just fine
this way, using
these silver deposits to search
for something- perhaps
lost down the disposal
or obscured by drops
of blood from where she nicked
herself.

And she watches the blood seep and
her lines blur with
these words and
the page- or is it
her face?

It blushes.

We were strangers
Who came with words,
We have a flawless storyline
And wrote our own lies.

Those ravishing words
That turned into
An ocean of aesthetic lies,
Then I drowned and can't swim.

We're now inarticulate
And we both share
The same ghost
Contradicting everything special
That we lost in a blink.

I was the moon and stars
Who swallowed his darkness,
He was the setting sun
Who have put me down,
I guess I was in love with an idea.
(J.a.t.m)

A
good
laugh
can make
all the difference
in the world

a joke is
a joke is
a joke

I can't
take myself
too seriously

laughing
at myself
is good medicine

Coughing
up a lung

a little leery

worse for
wear and tear

I say fill
your boots

go for it
let it ride

it's just
a cold

what
you're

not a kid

man up
pull up

your socks

get out
there
and give

'em hell