RememberIn a faded day that was once glorious sunshine…It is that twilight between night and day.At the bus stop.At the outer crust of a large city.Not much to look at:A dilapidated house slumps across the streetIn front of my bus stop bench.It's an ugly abandoned cheap wreck.The windows are boarded.The door is unhinged and open.Weeds are tall and well assorted.Garbage litters the lawn.Every time I pass it I wonder –I wonder why it still stands.One would think it'd be knocked downTo accommodate the urban sprawl.A black shiny Mercedes creeps in frontOf the deserted house.It stops.The door opens.A well-dressed man with a briefcaseExits the car.He waves the car away.The sleek car drives away.There is an odd quiet,Interrupted only by a soft breeze.His face was a mixture,the expression traitorous to category.Extremely hard to describe, words slide.It was so pensive, yet sad, yet calmRelief is thrown in.There is even a speckle of amusement.His face turns fully to the
An Unfriendly VisitorHello Sorrow,No, it's not too late to visitme at this ungodly hour.No, you're always invited, yetyou're my rudest guest.Hello Sorrow,In your last visit, youtook everything.You left a barren wastelandin your wake.Hello Sorrow,I would like youto leave withoutDestroying me.This time.Hello Sorrow,I like how you comeat all the wrong times,but it's never a goodTime... To see you.Goodbye Sorrow,I grow weary of your presence.It's time to leave.But-I can never refuse your visits.
Liar.Liar.I am a great liar.I am a terrible liar.I am a terribly great liar.But,Who wants truth?Who wants to seethe Ugly Face of Truth?Would it be Charity,to tell a lie,in the face of a hideous truth?I would tell you the truthif you couldHandle the Truth.One cannot handle the truthif they cannot even handletheir Own Lies.Who is a liar?Everyone who has everDrawn Breath.Honest:Lies are security.How are you today?Good.A kind person is a liar.Would you calla stupid man stupid?A tactful person is a liar.Would you tell your momthat her haircut was awful?Perfection is a lie.A perfect person would beA Perfect Liar.Lies simplify.Lies protectLies are underrated.I am a great liar.I am a terrible liar.I am a terribly great liar.
FreeFrom the oceans of sorrow…I find life.In the darkest watery depthsI see the faint light.I was anchored underneath.I found my arms.I found my legs.Hidden in plain sight.Didn't know how to swim.I learned.Didn't know how to breathe.I learned.Was so afraid to escape.It meant to acknowledgeThat I was trappedIn the first place.Now here I am.On land.I bask in the warm glowOf the sun.A mist formsFrom the rising vapourOf the drying water on my bodyAnd in my eyes.Not all the water dries –Some remains as if toRemind MeOf where I was before.
Unrequited LoveI love you, but you don't.I love you, but you won't.Drifting in the winds of desire.Sleeping in the heat of passion's fire.I want someone to hold my hand.I want someone who can understand.Inhale, exhale, this air is so stale.Alas! I've become so lifeless and pale.I can feel the bitter truth eat at me.Hiding my despair inside, so you won't see.Whenever I need you, you disappear.When I try to reach you, I grasp thin air.Please, please I want to let go.Please, please help me leave this world of woe.I love you, but you won't.I love you, but you don't.
Foolish BoyFoolish, foolish boy!She uses you like a cheap toy.Little holes poked into your heart.I can see you falling apart.Her vile pretty eyesHer beautiful disguiseHiding something… inhumane.Boy, you are truly silly and lame.I can see you fallingAll over yourselfFor a mere glanceFor a mere chanceShe's not a goddess.She's not stunning, nor kind.Why must you unravel and unwind?She makes you fall and crawl.Perhaps you like the pain.Maybe you like to be maimed.I don't see why -You want tears in your eyes.Foolish, foolish boy!She uses you like a cheap toy.Why not let your love be earned?When will you ever learn?
The Lady Who Only Wore BlueI once knew a lady who only wore blueBlue nails, blue hair, blue through and through.Her pale skin almost appeared blue too.I was deadly curious as to why.Day after day I passed her by.Until one day I had to try:"Why? Why do you wear blue fair lady?"She paused, blinked and winked."Why must you know?""Why is the sun, why is the snow?"My face fell in dismay.I almost continued on my way. When-The lady in blue flew in front of me.Luminous blue contacts were all I could see.What happened next left me vexed and perplexed.Up in a flare, she declared:"Blue as the sky.""Blue as a saddened sigh.""Blue as my bleak tomorrow.""Blue as the oceans of sorrow.""Blue as unavoidable pains.""Blue as the blood in my veins."She calmed down, but still wore a frown."I choose my mission long, long ago...""I am determined to wear the colour of woe."I clasp my hands, as I began to understand –She shook her head and said:"I mourn for every teardrop shed.""I mourn