Those old memories

Hide behind my shaky teeth

Stapled to my tongue

Promise to collapse beside me

Point to the midnight sky, and weep

With me. My saint, let our love seep,

Drown in it for eternity

Oh, how I’ve sailed across all seven seas,

Seen the North and South Pole, yearning

Turning, searching, tearing—needing

You more than these damn lungs need air.

I miss your hugs, kisses, and care,

I wait for you. My everything,

S.A.D (Haiku)

Grey, blank stares harbor

Winter air, frosted hair glare

cold stare with despair

Divine sights of an infinite light, inspiration takes flight as a free bird.

Demonstrated the acts of possible strife, fearful of unknowing ability. 

Dashing through, escaping from a limited time of apprehensiveness.

Decorated wildly as words burst through my brain like flowers after a heavy rain. 

Delectably sound, felt, and mostly loved, yet the words don’t erupt onto a page.

Defeat strikes like lightning striking a blooming oak tree.

Desire for the possibility of an impossible perfection ignites.

Delicate arrangements of words, like fine jewelry, an admirer from afar one can only hope to ever achieve such beautiful capability.

Fizzy Universe

Bubbling out of your control

Just Carbonated 

Life is a journey we all must take,
A path we walk, a road we make,
With twists and turns at every bend,
And surprises that never seem to end.

It’s a rollercoaster ride, up and down,
With moments of joy and times we frown,
It’s a beautiful mess, a tangled web,
Full of hope and fear, love and dread.

We laugh, we cry, we dance, we sing,
We fall in love, and we spread our wings,
We learn to let go, and we learn to hold on,
To the memories, the people, the places we belong.

Life is a gift, a precious gem,
To be cherished and lived to the brim,
So take it slow, and take it fast,
Make it count, make it last.

For in the end, it’s not the years we’ve lived,
But the moments that our hearts have given,
The love we shared, the kindness we’ve shown,
That make life truly human, and make us feel at home.

Ready? Okay. Actually, I lied, I’m not ready for this at all.

Everything is easier said than done but if I don’t maintain my balance, I will fall.

So many times I’ve hit the floor.

I pick myself up, what more can I do to ensure that I won’t be hurt anymore?

Letting go is really hard for me, I always hold a grudge.

I’ve done what I’ve done out of necessity, who are you to judge?

Everyone likes to give advice without knowing what I’ve been through.

Now you tell me you’re sorry to hear that without knowing the whole story, imagine if you knew.

Those sayings are so annoying, mostly because they’re not for my comfort, they’re for you.

My hippopotamus, to you I write.

How I love the way you bounce, skip and feed,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the pink milkweed.

Let me compare you to a lying spoon?

You are more shiny, comical and neat.

Odd sun heats the darling peaches of June,

And summertime has the domical peat.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your crazed arms, eyes and attitude.

Thinking of your amazed eyes fills my days.

My love for you is the unfazed elude.

Now I must away with a discreet heart,

Remember my dazed words whilst we’re apart.

Ripped abs on beach sands, while she holds his hands.

Just double tap and swipe up like always.

More smiles and fine-dining in foreign lands.

If only this was how I spent my days.

Meanwhile, my phone lights up my dark room.

My body sinks deeper into my bed.

It’s my duty to observe and consume

’Til the clock hits twelve and my eyes turn red.

If they can be happy, then why can’t I?

Should I buy fancy clothes and a new car?

Or, be pictured in the dunes of Dubai?

No matter what, happiness still feels far.

Maybe, I should look for answers elsewhere,

Where life’s not within an Instagram square.