Beautiful Mystery

You’re a beautiful mystery clad in gorgeous enigma.
You’re poetry that looks good in a skirt.

You are a notebook, a yearbook, a sketchbook, a burn book,
every facet of you written in swirling cursive,
rhymes and famous signatures snaking between cinnamon hair and cleverness.

You’re the first dream of the boy too scared of nightmares to sleep again.

You are the taste of honey and cigarettes on the lips of the first girl that boy ever kissed.

You are a dictionary. Your picture isn’t just under “beautiful.”
It’s under “dangerous” and “witty” and “myth”

You are a poem, a telltale heart beating inside a lesson in vengeance,
temporary only because nothing gold can stay.

You are the raw words read aloud by the daring poet,
standing beneath midnight moon,
the power of the throne,
the breath of a whispered promise falling upon the ear,
the warmth of kisses on the cheek,
the passion of all hope there ever was in trust and truth.

You are the fire in lightning,
the sparkle in the snow and the glitter in the rain,
the fierceness of the wind and the gentle, soothing peace,
the blazing chill of winter and the roar of summer’s heat.

But you’re still a mystery.
A beautiful,
beautiful
mystery.

No Ethic Code

Thinking about time
It all goes by
Leaving
Taking along all its lies
Unfinished promises
Created by us
Can’t blame something
With no ethic code

Lines

Look at your phone
Look at your book
Look at your blanket
Look at your wardrobe
Look at that bar code
Look at that matchstick

They all have lines
They would not be created without lines
Lines can divide
Lines can unite
Lines can organize
Lines can cut
Lines can be rough-edged
Lines can be smooth and refined
Lines are signs
Lines tell you something
Lines contain
Lines can be curvy
And those curves can be ridden and lead into another path

The world would not be complete without lines
The world would not be created without lines

But you can’t cross lines
Lines cross you
And lines draw you

This Light

what lingers here, leaving only
its reflection?
once your memory fell through
the mirror
and escaped from my hands  like a river,
it is gold, forever now, because of it.
here, something once so dark
is asking me,
where is all this light coming from?

The Only Me is ME

                                                         I’ll not claim to be a lyrical master

                                                              I’ll not boast that there’s no one faster

                                                             I’m not brightest not the dullest

                                                             My words my not mesmerize or drive you to hysteria

                                                              I may not have every thing that you’ve got

                                                              I am however the one thing you are not

                                                  I am Me and  I’m the only me that has ever or will ever be

                                                              I special in my own way my words are mine to say

                                No matter what you think you are who I am can never be taken away

                                   I am The One the one and only me, No matter what you try

                                                              or how much you pay you can never be me

                                   I’m one of a kind and unique and in all the vast Multiverses stand alone

                                                     To me there is no equal and there is no clone

                                                 In all the worlds in all the times I stand alone  

                                                    For you see when it comes to me you can’t compare

                                                    you might think it’s not right or it’s not fair

                                                   but the fact remains the same you have to see  

                                                               The Only Me is ME

I’m at a loss

As I lay awake last night
Contemplating my life
I felt it in my heart
It hit me as sharply as a knife

I love you

And I know you already know
But I’ve only come to realize how much I truly do
I love you so much, That I don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to do with this love for you

It’s burning my soul
With its sheer amount and intensity
I am legitimately at a loss
at what to do with this density

Do I wrap it up and tuck it away?
Or do I allow it to have its way
Would I scare you off if I told you this?
Or would you give a gentle kiss

Would you want to escape from it?
Take your chance to split
Or would you be filled with happiness?
Feel the pure and raw tenderness

It scares me but I know
My self-awareness is rather slow
But now that I know what I know
It’s hard not to show

I love you
I love you so much

Though what to do with this overflowing heart
I haven’t the slightest clue.

Some Parallel Universe

such a wretched world we live in
where time is enemy
and enemies are your friends
plastering phony smiles
and faking best regards
why live in a world
where the sun scarcely shines?

here’s to living life
purely in the moment
where only true words can prosper
minds only full of wonder
and happy thoughts
that can never decompose

a world like this exists,
i suppose

Grocery Store

I heard you moved,
out of town.
Somewhere far away,
and I’m still waiting here.

And to think I was foolish enough,
to believe every word you said.
Let you and your lies,
get inside my head.

Sometimes I go to the grocery store,
just to make conversation.
Usually no one talks back.

So I give them my money,
the little I have left,
and take my candy bar,
and walk away.

I can feel them staring,
at me as I walk away.
I can feel your heartbeat,
why didn’t you stay?

Read a book on moving on,
and it made me regress.
So I threw it in the fire.

I wonder if you’re thinking of me,
or if I’m the only one.
I hurt just beneath the surface,
my insides are melting.

I can’t seem to find,
a way to forget.
My mind says let go,
but my heart says no.

So if you’re looking for me,
I’m most likely at the grocery store,
talking to all the cashiers.

Found in Love

The hills roll for miles,
The sun smiles around
These mounds of green earth
As it circles into
The cloudy, dim sky.

Lying among the slopes
Are the hopes and dreams
Of seeds; growing grass
And lasting flowers –
Hours into days.

Winds play songs in the
Leaves of browning trees
As they squeeze between
The leaning branches;
These leaves fall in love.

What were the chances,
That they’d fall on us?

We are surrounded,
Abound by, crowned by,
Found all around in
Love.

A Women

A women whose life
isn’t surrounded by
a lie anymoret
is worth everything,

A women who masters
the courage to bring
the truth to light,
deserves a man’s
understanding.

After longtime

After a long time when we met, my anxious heart felt peace
flowers of my wihes stared smiling
like spring in garden

when my waiting eyes met your sharp eyes
drinks started flowing
i didn’t need some pouring my drinks
i felt felt drunk without drinking

night passed into morning
candles started flickering
my life started shining in the bright light of timeliness

joy and attractions everywhere
joy in the hearts
no matter how much one tried, couldn’t leave your party

Backspace

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I’d use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til your phone is aglow.

I’d Tab through the comments
I didn’t want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn’t mean to speak,
And Insert the “I love yous”
I before couldn’t leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I’d Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that it was right.

I’d Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I’d hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.

Dating

You’re fun to be with
fun to know
it does not matter
where we go

It does not matter
what we do
It’s always fun
to be with you!

Her Captions

With the lighting just right she‘s such an exotic sight

Try as you might to not stare but you‘ll lose a futile fight

The light shining from the right enlightens your third eye

Giving you a healthy helping of her breast & her sexy thighs

You might rise to the occasion while trying to solve the equation

On how to spend a night with her filled with erotic copulation

Building your frustrations ‘cause she‘s not easily touched

I understand your elation ‘cause her ass looks so plush

She knows as much & displays an array of her images

That makes you salivate for a taste of her jelly sandwiches

Yet she has more to give than sexual consumption

Pay close attention to what she‘s scribbing in her Instagram captions

 

Bad influence🧤

The influence on me is like a glue that is ******* my skin

Learnt so many things the hard way don‘t blame what I hate on my skin.

Little things matter the most don‘t wait until you are carried away

Being jolted in the right direction but peer group pressure makes me look away.

Another bad influence coming my way I think I will just settle for another shot

As soon as I get rid of one another bad influence comes knocking trying his shot.

I really think I need a fresh new habit I can‘t keep going down this lane

My new instincts keeps telling me that my new habit left down my old lane.

When I Wake

When I wake

Please give me a kiss

On my forehead

When I wake

Let’s make coffee together

And dance around in our underwear

When I wake

Can we make

Blueberry muffins?

Identity

Who are you?

I look in the mirror

But my vision is blurred

I don’t cry anymore

Over him

But sometimes I still lose my mind

Sometimes I still feel sick

Sometimes I smoke because it makes the feeling go away

Sometimes I drink

Sometimes I just lay in bed all day

Mourning

Who are you?

I’m searching for peace

And it feels like something that doesn’t want to be found

I could lay in the snow

And the sunshine

And let myself melt

Just like the ice

And become one with the earth

The ice reminds me of your eyes

And now the earth reminds me of his

Somedays I wish I was more than just a broken heart

And a tortured soul

I wish my pain had substance

Flooding Feelings

Thunder Storms

Rain falling down

Whispers and screams

Tears falling

Hoping for better

one–sided love

knowing

thinking

Everyone is different

set apart

from their skin

to their personality

broken girls

to stupid boys

who regret

but say nothing

Gold

My spirit can not be tarnished

My will can not be bent

Like gold

I am invincible

My value can not be priced

My life can not defined

Like gold

I am impenetrable

My thoughts can not be contained

My character can not be tainted

Like gold

I am pure

My love can not be given freely

My time can not be wasted

Like gold

I am expensive

You can not destroy me

You can not make me disappear

Like gold

I am immortal

 

Pretend My Lips Are Blue

Like the day that I was born

I‘m alive despite the pressure

I‘ve arrived to learn the answers

In a hospital towel

The brightest day of my mother‘s life

But you pretend my lips are blue

Maybe I‘m dead to you (and only you)

Maybe im just dead to you

When you finally left you said

Never again, never again, never again

When I finally woke I said

Never again, never again, never again

Like christmas day at home

I‘m profoundly moved by letters

That hope I‘m feeling better

In a hospital gown

It was once the first moment of my life

To pretend my lips were blue

A decade passed and I met you

Maybe I‘m just dead to you

The only gift you chose to leave

Are fever dreams, the kind you still believe

I‘ll scream how it feels to feel

And you‘ll try so hard not to hear

Like the day I learned to read

Expressions meant to lie to me

Seeing forest from the trees

Losing trust in majesty

So I write to concentrate

On the echos down the storm drain

 

Drunk on you

Your name is

forbidden in

my mouth

or in my heart

because when

i think about

you;

i‘ll cry a little more,

hurt a little stronger

love a little softer

because you no longer

make me feel sober

i‘m drunk on the

memory of you

 

Last words

My cries won’t be heard

But these words I scream

Will be seen

these words will remain

But I will be dust

And ashes blown by a gust

Of wind in the night

Of your once so called lovely sight

I miss you everyday

And I wish there was any way

I can reach you partner

But my soul has dead

My body has left

I’ve come to face my death

I’m away on a strange quest

my heart cries

My soul bleeds infinite

I love the sight of me and you in it

this wasn’t my dream

The death of a joint soul

Wishing to grow old

it’s sad how we part ways in the cold

Hear me now

Hear me loud and clear

My last words to you

My Dear

I am not far

I am here

I am near

Near you

 

Driving

The death of a joint soul

Wishing to grow old

it’s sad how we part ways in the cold

Hear me now

Hear me loud and clear

My last words to you

My Dear

I am not far

I am here

I am near

Near you

 

Nakedness

I have since forgotten

all that I thought that I knew.

I don‘t know,

one day my whole life

was staring back at me

from the pages of my notebooks;

I picked ‘em up

and threw them all away.

Maybe I was ashamed

of my nakedness;

Maybe I was just

tired of all the make–up

A man must put on

everyday before his breakfast.

I just threw ‘em away

like yesterday‘s trash.

Now I have a new canvas.

 

Broken Reflection

Don‘t give me your hope

Don‘t give me your name

Give me your love

Then drown me in shame

Don‘t give me a smile

Don‘t give me a wink

Give me your mind

To insult how I think

Don‘t give me the truth

If the truth is a lie

Don‘t give me your heart

If you‘re meant to die

All this time in broken reflection

All this time a lonely rejection

Lust Till Dawn

The leaves blooming between
you and me stay evergreen.
When we wake up the flames
burning deep inside
Our lustful retreat.

She was like Music #Poetry

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

Sticks and Stones #Poetry

Words about regret
Words about hatred
Words about us
Words about wiping out our past
Words about your new love

It’s not only sticks & stones that break me!

 

 

Why do I Write? #Poetry

I write because I
woke up this morning. I had
my coffee and finally stopped
yawning.

I write because I have
a lot to say. I want to put it
down before I lose the sound of
the words reverberating in my ear.

I write because my hands
are as filled as my heart. And they
want to reach out to everyone, the ****
the lawyer, the nun.

 

Forgetting to remember #Poetry

I just forgot her presence

Simple as that.

But when she shows herself

Into this world of mine

I can’t help but feel disgusted

At my stupidity.

All I did was shut her out.

I’m an *******.

Loneliness #Poetry

A mere phantom of life
Silent and miserable
Waves as people walk by,
Yells ‘I’m here, invisible!’

It doesn’t know they don’t see
It doesn’t know they can’t hear
It shouts till its voice is soar,
Then finds solace in fear.

Will they ever listen?
Will they stop to understand?
Will anyone look further
Maybe even lend a hand?

Schadenfreude #Poetry

That is how they live
That is how this works
For they do see the agony
In our eyes
But they revel in the feeling of
Schadenfreude

What causes one’s tear
Makes the other smile
But this is how the world works
There is agony to every soul
Pain behind every smile.

That is what sustains the world
That is what makes it worth the while
It may be the devil’s evil thought
But nobody ever gets caught
Cause its just a feeling, this
Schadenfreude

The place where they talk
The place that they reveal ***** secrets
Is the place that nurses this feeling
Is the place, noone should be
Seen lurking in.

For then you can’t hide
Behind ur hypocrisy
Where u say u r happy for the world
But actually their pain is ur ecstacy
For now u feel exposed
It is lifted, the cloak
You wore everyday as u reveled
In the feeling called
Schadenfreude.

Esoteric #Poetry

There was an esoteric land
Unknown from the world
Hidden behind reason
And higher consciousness
A mythical place
Neither on land
Nor, in the sky
Somewhat in-between
The scene and unseen
Only penetrating vision
Could conjure the position
The axis of power
Everything white
The minds and bodies
Pristine and clear
Outside the realm of everyday
So much more was there
Full consciousness
And soul’s originality
Empowered the inhabitants
In the esoteric land

If hearts could talk from within #Poetry

As pale as the sky to her skin,
As painful as the eyes to sink within,
If anything but her voice to be heard from him,
Would it be any better if the hearts could talk from within?

If presence is all that matters, and silence cannot be shattered, would it be any better if the hearts could talk from within?

As hard as it is to replace each other,
And as empty as they feel together
Would it be any better if the hearts could talk from within?

They say time heals everything, but,
What if the hearts stop talking from within?

The Cart Of The Time #Poetry

The cart of the time swallowed them;
The most cruel, got the noteworthy prize;
The most beautiful coffin, full of worms!
The most just, got the worthless prize;
The most ugly cerement, full of worms!

Sun and Moon #Poetry

There is this story

about the sun and moon,

the one is cold and hurting,

and the other is in pain, burning.

And once in a while they meel,

but never as near to call it love,

so we call it an eclipse instead,

where they almost collide,

and perhaps, they almost do.

But they never will,

and saddest part

about these two is,

they never knew.

Seasons and You #Poetry

Winter maybe a gloomy season

Her smile makes everything alright

Spring maybe a blooming season

Her laughter makes it more cheerful

Summer maybe an exhausting season

Her wink makes the day more radiant

Autumn maybe a ripening season

Her aesthetic vibes sound more peaceful