But to whom

The air, the sun, the mouth of another

The dreams, the trees, the exalts from mother

The problems, the serenity, significant other

Elephant in the room

Is you

Finding out what’s true

Reading minds

But can’t tell time

Attempting to be kind

But you just can’t find the signs.

People are people

For they cannot be heard

What I energize from you

Could possibly be absurd

But to dig

Rather than read

Is what’s best

For the sake of me.


Forever To Come At Me

People get jaded off me quickly

Because I become attached so swiftly

My heart expands quite slightly

And I instantly feel the intensity

It’s too much for them allegedly

And they leave me so smoothly

While I cry so softly

I just want forever to come at me.

Statue Got Me Feeling

What do we do

When we capture the essence of someone

But there’s nothing there?

We steal their innermost imperfections

To meld them into gold

But there was nothing inside?

We anticipate a hallelujah

But lest, a reaction more so negative

What you found was a statue

Staring, discrepancies stuck inside

Cold but poignant upon the lighting

Memorable at least, whatever they were fighting.


Get Off the Chair

A weakness towards

An unpredictable future

Is a craving for

Undeniable adventure.

Fear for tomorrow

Is a fear of life

Unable to grow

A lack of strife.




Even Exchange

I give you time

In exchange

Something to write on the way home.

You give me ease

In return

A night that can’t be forgotten, keep trying.

A sickness in my stomach

We both have

To compensate for the points we don’t wish to share.

A flutter of bliss

What I get back

A disposition to not keep going, without a care.


Anticipation of Reminiscence

Night after night

Or in a single day

I dream

For the courage to say

My innermost struggles

My in-the-moment puzzles

To someone.

Someone who won’t open or close any doors.

Someone who won’t blink or dilate my thoughts

Someone who won’t drench or drown my ship.

Just a soul with a blank state of mind

Not too dramatic, perhaps not too kind.

I rest easy assuring the inevitable will arrive

I await patiently for the kind-hearted, I know my thoughts will survive.

Grudges will pass

Memories do last

Decisions are fast

One should not overthink the unpredictable

So I shan’t reminisce the once was breakable.


Go With the Flow

There’s no such concept

As soul searching

No such realness

As the truest love

People are people

And hearts just pump and go

So risk take

Forget the norms

And go with the flow


Opposite Reactions

I see red flags

But they’re bright as the sun

Sometimes the unexpected

Can be the most fun.

I’ve cried and I’ve laughed

But in ways, they’re the same.

A reaction is a contraction

Poison to the pain.



Like a hearth with no fire


Like a shock to the mind


But a war can start in your head

Fixed on the good ol’ times

Starving for reasons behind the lies

But you can’t because those people are dead

To you.

But know that you’re not first

Honey there’s more to thirst

They ain’t worth your forgiveness

Too much kind-heartedness

Jealous of the independence

Unenthusiastic about what’s next.

By my mind is insatiable

Desirable, addicting.

And you can be a demon among the rest.

But playing with someone’s chords,

Breaking them, ruining the tune,

Is beyond crude in anyone’s juncture.

May it puncture

As a dark eclipse over the moon.


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