Heavy

I broke.
Throw your piano off the highest floor of a skyscraper
watch it shatter as it hits the ground,
That’s how I broke.
Do you understand?
I was heavy
it cost me
at the end.

Bittersweet

I was intoxicated by the sweetness of your lips,
until
I tasted the bitterness of a tear;

I then realized it was a kiss goodbye.

Cigarettes and Coffee

Leave,

Forget all the moments of being with you
forget all words exchanged, old
or recent
for these words
words
are to be forgot.

Coffee doesn’t taste the same without you.
Instead of ordering for two as usual
now I just order for one.

I’ve stopped ordering drinks that got cold waiting for you.

Pour me another cup
dark
no sugar.
Caffeine
and nicotine
have become substitutes for sugar and honey.
I take a deep
bitter drag of smoke
in memoriam of your absence
and make these blank walls of my room the designated smoking area
of my self-made asylum.

Coffee tastes like my life now

Like shit

Censor out the heaven-like scenes out of life

where Adam falls for Eves’ lies.

Those days are over.

Damn this cold coffee…

Never mind my gibberish doll

This poet is drunk off of the coffee that got cold waiting for you.

Maiden Across The Sea

There is a saying

Left from

 Many and many a year ago

That in a land across the sea

Across the field of stars

Beyond the unmarked graves of anonymous poets,

There lies a book

That has your name written within it,

My maiden.

Soon,
I’ll be setting out to sea.

On The Road

Do you remember

The day you asked me 

“Where does this road go to?”

And I said nothing…

Do you see now? The road didn’t go anywhere,

You did.

The Chain-Smoker in Me

I have never smoked a cigarette in my life,
But for as long as I can remember
I’ve felt someone is smoking
Inside my soul.
Lighting one after another,
Burning and fuming,
Chain smoking,
Killing me,
From within.

Fair Trade

Your house is cold?

I’ll put the sun in an envelope and

Mail it to you.

Reply

By sending me a shooting star

My sky

Is pitch black.

Sigh and Silence

No sound or spoken word
describes you
as does my 

sigh
and silence.

It started when my words where falling short of describing you
when I realized that
the volume of no word could contain you
you gorgeous being.

you
you
you

Who are you?!

Who are you that are beyond words,
yet I can not help but write of you?

Somehow,
I know you.
A to Z.
So much so that 

I fear
I will forget myself.

It’s migration season;
I fly from me
to me.
My head will experience a season of abandonment
as I give my all
to the heart.

No word does you justice

and
when my poetry falls short of describing you
all I can do is

sigh
and then

 
silence.