a dangerous thought

brushed past my mind

what if, for once 

I were the poem?

destiny smiled,

fate grinned

and now my life 

spun into poetry

my heart a fluttering metaphor

something I didn't ever wish for

my mind a stanza 

that refuses to end

all the broken pieces 

waiting to be mend

my emotions bleed

through my eyes on the crisp white 

on which without pause, I write

now the poem is my life

and my life is the poem

traumatizing to read

excruciatingly painful to live

hard to comprehend 

so here I surrender 

and ask for forgiveness 

I beg for revision

make my life a simple prose

honest soft sweet smelling rose

dare to pluck, get pricked by the thorn 

for I am weary of being torn

erase the excess

spare the beauty of suffering 

all I ask for is an ending

where all my sorrows run out of breath

today i succumb to the storm, i am numb

my receptors long scarred,

immune to the lashings,

immune to the endless echoes 

of demeaning words.

i am not hurt

not anymore.

the pain has dulled itself into silence,

and not a lesson left to carve into me.

the impoliteness,

the disregard,

the refusal to see me as a living pulse

all of it has withered into nothingness.

and so,

i question myself with every faltering step,

each doubt a thorn lodged deeper.

i know that time could never heal this and

that tomorrow carries no dawn,

only the same grey shroud.

then what am I reaching for?

what future is there to cling to?

a promise of more poison,

more venom whispered into my ears,

the same refrain of how useless I am,

how potential was never mine

as if I were born hollow.

 lying on the floor of the balcony

i close my eyes reminiscing about

the moment when you 

held my hand for the first time,

the chills, the butterflies,

you pulled me close to you,

and i stared into your intoxicating eyes,

just then, chilly air breezed through my face, 

and i opened my eyes to see the enchanting moonlit sky,

i yearn for your warm hands to caress me

with love, and tell me it will all be okay,

maybe it was a fantasy,

moonlight often does that to me.

 I'm shaking, and my hands tremble,

With fear

My thoughts assemble-

How will I ever get there?

Will I even belong?

I desperately seek an escape route

Tired of this pursuit

But then I remember-

Promises were made, 

Blood sweat and tears, I'm afraid

What is this journey when will it end?

Will I work my way up?

When will I stop this game of pretend?

I tell myself it's okay to feel,

But this weakness in my knees,

it’s forcing me to kneel.

I wonder how am I ever going to heal? 

I suppress my emotions and run in this race

For I have to show my face

To the world, to everyone who expects

Here's to forever living in this complex

While waiting for the race to end,

 I continue to pretend

 I smile and I laugh 

but my tears too,

they need a vent.

I write today after an eternity

Hoping to find my identity.

(not today)

Sometimes when you’re living but you’re not really hopeful or expectant or that you just don’t want to continue to breathe. Sometimes you are just living. Sometimes you do things that may indicate (falsely) that it was expected of you to live one more day or the rest of your apparently busy and bright life. But unfortunately that is just a misconception. I fear that misconception. I fear leaving one thing or the other for the next day and I do not know if anybody is ever thankful for this procrastination, but I think that some people will be, after reading this because this procrastination prevents one from killing oneself and lets one live with all what one feels for one more day or the rest of one’s life. Living is challenging and so is dying. But the most challenging thing is to swing. The most challenging thing is to choose. For living you already are, you are breathing and eating and smiling and living, but what is it like to be dead? To be or not to be is the question. It’s hard to seek the answer, for this question is not just one. It is a series of questions that lead you into a tunnel from bright to dark, from light to night, it has doors and you have to choose which one to get into but you don’t know the path they lead to, you can only know by walking through it. There may be a way back but one might not be able to find it if one has gone too far.The brain is a huge space. Follow the light while you still can, for darkness will eat you up and you will end up in a drab place.

beautiful however

don’t want to be 

close to you

don’t want to see

what you see

don’t want to stay
in this place,
full of uncertainty 

just want to go away

far, far away

into the blue sea

where the winds blow

wherever I want them to be

where I want to go

wherever the waves take me

knowing it’ll be

beautiful however.

scarred mind
crooked thoughts
dying inside
patience rots

say it all
speak out loud
hush stop
don’t burst your cloud

pour your heart
in this lullaby
sing me to sleep
while you sit back and cry

and hurt and bleed
I’ll wake up the morrow 
beaming with ecstasy
while you still die in sorrow

no hope for tomorrow
no will for today
pleading with Him to
send you away.

I do not know.

-excerpt from a letter that I'll never send

I do not know why am I writing this when I can say anything directly to your face, when I can share how I truly feel without any hesitation, when I can share my pain or what's inside my brain without even thinking about it, or can I?
 I do not know.

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

broken souls

dead dreams

wandering

soaked in the lie of life

hoping to find shelter

the shelter of hope

screaming the heart out

all inside the heart

dark night

waiting

for the stars to brighten

the faded lines of fate 

carved on the palms 

of the hands

which have committed

the sin of loving the wrong

seeking forgiveness

craving to go to the arms 

where they truly belong

Turning the pages of my diary
I always stop at the same story
It's about the sea, the rain, the hills
Reading it again, it still gives me chills
So here is how my story goes
Here is how strangers come close

The night was dark, the stars were bright
The tides were high, it was midnight
I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk
I sat by the sea on an huge rock
The waves sung me a lullaby
I lied in the sand, eyes on the sky

I don't know when I fell asleep
But woke up when the sky began to weep
I saw a hand approaching mine
That face had a distinct shine 
Our eyes locked in the scarlet sky
I still remember his scent, I'm not going to lie.

to a friend who needs it

Running away from a situation is easy.
It takes you so far from the reality.
But let's face it:
You are still thinking about it while you lie on the misty grass. The thought never ever leaves you.
It rather takes you to a strange place.
Where the sky is dark grey no matter if it's noon or night. There is a moon and there are a few stars but they can't get you out of that darkness now because you left that light far behind you. You chose to run from it.
You will find those clouds appealing, you may approach them so you're not lonely. But darling let me tell you, rain is only beautiful when you have a shelter, and you have come so far from home, that you just shouldn't. Because this rain will make you cold, and you will not have the warmth of the stars you ran from.
REALISE.
IT'S NOT TOO LATE.   

 

Yes, it was true
that heavy shade of blue
in her smile.
That tint of red
in her eyes.
You see.
but don't realize.
Why will you?
you don't care!

Yes, it was true
that heavy shade of blue 
in her smile.
But that laughter...
Oh that laughter!
It got me carried away
it was magical!

Call Me

Call me 

And talk to me for hours

About the night sky

And the glittering stars.

Call me 

And talk to me for hours

About your dreams and passions 

And the mission Mars.

Call me

And talk to me for hours 

About your fierce fights

And your hidden scars.

Call me 

And talk to me for hours 

About your drunk days

And nights at bars.

Call me 

And talk to me for hours

About how you need me

And mine and yours to be ours.