ice cold world

eerie cold outside 

barren and wide

spicules of ice

first may entice

then make bleed

'til you plead 

cry in despair

chilly biting air

dear vagabond

don't go beyond 

it's an everlasting feud

cruel and shrewd 

springs never bloom

warmth has no room

stay in here

vagabond dear

beyond is hell

dead numbing well

it'll either make you weep

or lose sleep

it'll either make you regret

or never wake up instead.

amorphous white clouds rise up in my head

made by the little things that I leave unsaid

light as cotton they float and stroll

heavy as emotions cold as my soul

trapped in a cage I can't feel

will you hold me close until I heal?

will you hold onto me and never let me go?

will you take my hand and kiss me slow?

will you embrace the beauty of the rain?

will you stay by my side when I'm in pain?

will you make all our dreams come true?

will you have faith in me like you have faith in you?

something more 

The melody of your footsteps 

while you walk into my heart

Slowly, steadily then so fast

The song my heart sings 

when it finds you approaching 

It's sweet but the beats

deadly and dangerous 

As hot as fire

a burning desire 

As cold as a broken heart

which has been torn apart

Escalating emotions 

deeper than the oceans

You hold me tight

We dance through the night

What's between us is inexpressible 

It's not love

It's something more

It's the pain and the cure

Your soul and my soul wed

entangled with this enchanting thread.

night shift

moves swift  

fists clenched
mind drenched
in darkness
and fear
trembling steps
so still so warm
silence before the storm
lightening strikes 
as those hungry eyes
pounce on her 
she screams she cries
louder than thunder 
but in vain
so much pain so much pain
heart aches
faith dies
should've seen her shining eyes
should've seen the dream they saw
before you raped her and ate them raw

I sit in the bus and I see

A future without me

I sit in the bus and I feel

My cuts and wounds heal

I sit in the bus and I find

An ailing old lady with eager eyes

Staring at me for quite a while

Keen on sitting in my seat

I look at her in denial 

I can't let her take my place

I'm not ready to switch my phase

I sit in the bus and I don't know

Where it is going next

But I know where it is going to go.

I am not a poet
For I can't compose 
the poem of my heart
when I see you smile

I am not an artist
For I can't sketch 
the outline of the beauty
that lies within you

I am not a sculptor 
For I can't chisel 
the sultry curves 
of your voluptuous body

But I am a lover
for I have loved you
and I will love you
forever mi amor 

broken again

those torn pieces of paper

scattered on the ground
are the broken pieces
of my crying heart
they are the crushed pieces
of my dying hope
they are the tears 
that drip down my scarred face 
i just can't
too weak to stand
too weak to fall again
too tired 
to build the castle of trust again
to sow the seed of hope again
only to wait for it to be 
broken again into a thousand pieces
broken again by an invader
who doesn't understand
how hard it is to grow flowers again in  deserted sand
how hard it is to feel again when you've been numb for a long long time