The Moonlight Shines...

The moonlight shines on her face
The moonlight shines on mine
The raging chords of a silent song
Crash into the night.
I make my way towards the sea
My pace slowed down by weight
The coldness within me reflects
The coldness of my blade.
The satisfaction I feel within
When I throw her into sea
The life in her is drained tonight
As is the soul in me.

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A butterfly lies dead in my room tonight,
Unnoticed by any being or any thing.
I would not have either,
Had it not suddenly struck me that
That is how I might end up as well.

Canvas

As the cycle of another day begun
She unlocked the portrait left half-done.
And as the rolling day came to an end
Not once did brush and canvas blend.

Marie Vierge

You love a person
But that person is closed against your love
So you realize that you can never have that person
But even in these situations
You’re still left with love.
And you can live the rest of your life on that love
You may not have the person
But you will have love
And that love can change you
And love always changes us for the better
But by killing yourself
You’re killing the love that grows inside of you
And destroying “love” is an offense
That God doesn’t forgive.

For You

Look into my eyes.
Tell me please,
Do you find lies or honesty?
Look into my soul.
Tell me now.
Do you not notice the love somehow?

They tell me it's not worth trying for.
I tell them it is worth dying for.
Cause they can't feel
What I feel
For you.

I know it's hard for you
To believe
What I keep saying constantly.
But is it just as hard
To feel
What I feel deep inside of me?

You tell me it's not worth trying for.
I tell you it is worth dying for.
There's nothing in for me.
But i still feel
For you.

Whoever Once Said

Whoever once said that love is just a dream
Clearly never felt the way I now feel.
Love, for me, no more feels like a trade
Love is, after all, the greatest act of faith.
For I know I've seen that light in your eyes
And every time I look at you, time either stops or flies.
Without hope or agenda, I wish to hold your hand,
Walk through a cloudless sky, fly over land.
I will never make a move, No, not out of fear.
We don't need to stand together to be forever near.

A Knowledge Of The Universe

A knowledge of the Universe
I have been revealing.
Reason, surely, is important
But not as much as feeling.

Before Up

And when I lie
Under the vine
I see the sky
Little patches with lights
Beating hearts for them to survive.

Reaching out, reaching out
Working it’s way up from the ground

And when I try
To get up
From the ground I
Realize it’s not the vines
It’s me who binds the skies to the vines

Waking up waking up
But then it fills the gap.

Real

It’s like you were never there.
My heart’s so cold it doesn’t care.
You were a fool to believe
That I would listen to your plea.
I’m never nice. I never stay
Somewhere that does no more display
Something that which I desire.
Me and my sins should burn in fire.
Don’t think that I’ve never tried.
My patience tested and I’ve cried.
And now I must face the truth.
And this is where I must conclude.

Emma

Bending down to tie herself -
I mean, to tie her shoe
Emma puts the lunch in her bag
And walks herself to school.
THe long sleeves are way too warm
In the middle of July
But she will bear the heat and cold
To hide what she wants to hide.

The neighbors hear the screams and tears
They whisper "Poor child."
They draw their curtain and go to bed
And leave the girl to die.

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To the one with the knowing mind
Empty vessels are one-of-a kind.
To the one with invincible power
A helpless child is a joy of shower.
To the one with wealth that knows no bound
A poor man who sleeps on the ground
Is the picture of a life which he
Longs to experience constantly.

Take Me To That Place

Take me to the place where the wind blows
Where water has a form and every solid flows.
take me there where every blind man knows
Exactly how brightly the burning sun glows.

Oh Clara If Only I Could

Write a poem as beautiful as you
Oh! Clara if only I could
Then people would remember me as-
The greatest was, the greatest would.

A Thousand Miles

The shoe thinks it has walked a thousand miles.
The foot makes the same claim.
The mind that's made the actual journey
Knows the real game.

Breaking The Strings

Have you ever tried breaking the strings?
The puppet master is not the king.
Why be a spectator in your own show
When doing things your way is the way to go?

The Little Park Bench

I’m flying, flying up so high
I’m sitting on a little park bench
And the mighty river down below
Looks to me like a tiny trench.
Yet I must be weary of
The risks of living so high
Men on ground will not fall
But I might fall and die.

Switches

So many switches, just one option.
Is it really fair?
I take my chance and try my luck
The light’s on but you’re not there.

When My Shadow Precedes Me

Oh how I hate that time
When my shadow precede me
I’d rather not have any light
Then have my shadow precede me.

Thank You Mister Carpenter

Thank you mister carpenter
For not nailing the wood’s right.
A ray of sun from that tiny crack
Makes this dark room a little bright.

Eternal Youth is a Landscape of a Lie

Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie
You may want to ignore it but you can’t deny.
A flower once blossomed will eventually die
The cycle of life, no one can defy.

The Only Way

The only way to show my love for you
If it is by giving something to you,
Then let me give you all my hopes and dreams
Because those are what are truly mine
The only part of me that brightly shines
But be careful with my hopes and dreams.

Yesterday

“Think of me not”, said Yesterday.
“For I have gone, long gone away.
Waste not your time thinking me.
Then again, don’t forget me
For what am I? But only you
Only younger by a day or two.
All your secrets and flaws I know
All your fears and feelings too.
Don’t try to run away from me.
‘Cause I’m the shadow you cannot see.
You don’t have the power to change me
But not be me again, you have within thee.
And to your successor, I have to say-
Please don’t think of Yesterday.”

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It’s hard to climb uphill. So easy to plummet down.
Ten thousand people living together doesn’t make up a town.
Be not like a locomotive. It’s path already laid.
Pick up a pencil to draw the path that you’ll take.

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Ever seen a bird that has lost it's will to fly?
Not that it can't. It doesn't want to try.
Ever seen a blind man who, in spite of his flaw,
Has seen the world and it's beauty a lot more than you saw?

And Little Olivia Looks Up At Me

And little Olivia looks up at me.
She’s hiding behind that tree.
And I am her favorite playmate
‘Cause with her I completely relate
And understand and enjoy a lot,
Her crazy dreams and crazy thoughts.
And she lets me hold her hand
'Cause she knows I won’t pull her back.
Instead be a guiding light.
The endless sky and a lonely kite.
And she asks me to go with her,
Untie that knot and accompany her
To that land where rest is motion.
A single drop of water is the whole ocean.
And now she’s gone, far away.
No. Not dead. Just far away.
But all this while I couldn’t see
That she’s the person I want to be.

How Lucky is that Wonderful Lot

How lucky is that wonderful lot,
The world forgetting by the world forgot
Less memories thus less regrets.
Less losing battles within their heads.

Why can’t I throw them all outside?
Memories stuck inside a helpless mind.
Less memories thus less regrets.
Forgot it all and you moved ahead.

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Dark clouds gliding into view.
It's gonna start raining soon.
The raindrops will mock me again
While crashing down to earth.
It's funny when I see the irony.
They fall in pieces and then merge
As they touch the ground, while I just
Fell and shattered into pieces.

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To give away something
As precious as one’s heart.
To give it away completely
Is such a foolish start.

And yet I did, the fool that I am.
To a lovely being out there.
And blinded by love you couldn’t
Give it proper care.

And so I had to walk away
It’s self-preservation, you see?
My heart needed time to repair
And with you there constantly
Right beside me, holding me,
It would’ve been too hard.
As hard as finding a single hair
On a paper that’s pitch dark.

I blame you not for anything.
You musn’t feel so bad.
Every story has an ending.
And our one was sad.

The Picture of a Baby Seal

I can’t look. Oh! I can’t see
A baby seal’s misery.
They kill ‘em all so ruthlessly.
The humans with no humanity.
I close my eyes, cover my head.
I chose not to see the fur turn red.
It closes it’s eyes, lowers it’s head.
I open mine. The baby seal’s dead.

Consequences of a Water Color "Disaster"

A narrow road, a neon light
A lonely wind that pass me by
I close my eyes another time
I think I’ve seen enough.

A little pigeon with a broken wing
I so want to but I cannot sing
Is all this what it seems to be
Or is it just a bluff?

And now I’m happy ‘cause I cannot see
What it is. What it’s meant to be.
You’ll never know what this means to me.
A disaster or beauty.

Colours with no transparency
Are not so bad as you can see
A self-proclaimed mystery
Unfolds in front of me.

Twin Leaves

From the window of my room

On the third floor,

I can see a pair of twin leaves

On a branch of a tree.

I don’t know the name of it.

So what? It’s still a tree.

And those are still leaves.

Unique in shape, singular in colour,

But leaves nonetheless.

They rise from the same source,

Same limb.

Yet face different sides,

See different worlds.

One east, the other west.

Oh! If they were not so stubborn

So as to not to turn,

They would have seen a different world,

No less in beauty,

Before autumn came.

For when autumn comes, they go.

Twin they are but never see each other.

Because they face different sides,

Live in different worlds.

From the windows of my room

On the third floor,

I can see a pair of twin leaves

On a branch of a tree.

Like morning and night they seem to me.

Together forever, forever apart.

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I wake up every morning, half-expecting to see you beside me. But in all honestly knowing, that we don't don't share that mattress anymore. And then I wish that I'd slept a little longer...
It's not the end of the world. But it's the end of the world as I've known it. You are so beautiful. But so selfish. But even then my wasted heart manages to find a reason to love you. I have to attend another of those bugging social gatherings tomorrow. You know how much I hate them. Earlier, I at least had you had my company. But like everything else, you've taken that away from me. Do you really think that a bunch of photo albums is a good enough replacement? And now I'm left playing the numbers game, trying to convince myself that it was a long enough run-all the while, failing miserably.
I'm sitting here, on the rooftop with my cup of coffee in my hand, while's your is beside me, getting cold all the time, everytime.
I better go down now. Loads of work to do for your funeral tomorrow. But I sure wish you were here to at least lend a helping hand.