Period

I watch her go and I know,
I know that
in this sentence,
or the next,
there will be a small dot that will end it all;
the frayed frame of my windowpane
frames a picture of a girl
with frazzled hair
in a black dress,
walking a long distance as she goes
farther,
farther,
and farther away
into nothingness, and now
the frayed frame of my windowpane
frames a small dot,
barely visible in the far distance.
barely!
She is
merely a dot that now;
the end of mine and
any sentence,
silenced or said,
ever.

Loss of Innocence

I wish you had told me that
the tides of your glance
shifts and dances to the winds of lust
so I would  have only given you my body,
not my soul.

Back Alley Abortion

Believe me! Since the moment you left
I've been smoking my cigarettes without a filter.
My lungs resemble your soul:
black.

One of these nights I will abort the child of my unconscious thoughts in the back alleys
of memories now dark and dead.
I’ll drop this bastard dream,
the product of you raping my love
my hatred will cut its cord,
or so I hope.

If you have the gall to witness it,
stay only tonight
and watch me step on this womb, crushing
my dreams of you and
us
and then go wherever you like.

I prefer filterless cigarettes, than making “love” to you.

Serene Serendipity

I poem your glance,
and you glance my poetry;
what serene serendipity it is
that
the poetry of your glance,
suits the rhyme of my heart
so well.

You

Bitter
it is how unattentive of me
you are;
oh, center of my attention.

Each Time You Go

Each time you go
leaving me to my self,
no rain falls
to wash the pain off the window.
I spend each day sitting by the pane:
me, and ink-scarred papers;
Poetry becomes no more than nothing
each time you go.

Every Moment Since The First

I miss her;
whom does not reside here
by me
anymore,
yet I
have lived with her every moment since the
first.

To My Damned Beauty:

Damned beautiful:
                send my regards to your pride. Tell it
for me
its glorious might is worth nothing more than
lonesomeness.
                                                - Sincerely
                                                  My Broken Heart

Chrysanthemum

Everything happened quicker than I expected.

Before I even got the chance to clad my words with the black garb of mourning your loss,
you buried my poems
in the fell clutches of forgetfulness.

Now that you are grieving word for word of my
every love letter I send you,
you should know
today
you are shedding tears over the grave
of the dead dreams of one whom
prayed sincerely
for every prayer of yours to be answered.

I pray still;

I pray that God,
as usual,
keeps his ears
shut
so that your prayer for departure stays
unanswered,

alas,

Everything happened quicker than I expected.

A Separation

I watch you
on the other side of the window.
A thick smoke curtains the space in between
and you depart
as the train leaves.
How easily do people
separate

One Smile at a Time

I smile every so often;
when I think of you,
when my crying and laughter become the same…
once every so often
when I get lost in the sea of
daydreams,
sailing on my memories without a paddle.
And how pleasantly painful it is
when you pierce my heart
one smile at a time.

Game Over

Game over.
I've lost as usual.

When I look up,
I see the same scene as usual;
me, in a coffee shop,
counting raindrops on the window,
contemplating about what philosophy there is behind
these cigarettes that smoke me nonstop,
an why they don’t quit me.

I burn my words with the smoke I inhale
so I don’t utter them.

I keep playing with my matches,
lighting them up,
so I won’t need the warmth of your embrace.

I play the violin
so it screeching sound
would make me forget the melody of your voice.

So I don’t hear your silence.

And after all this, I’ll be silent
and give the remaining words to my eyes
and close them shut,
so that there won’t be anything left to say.

It’ll be just me and whore of a heart that never managed to be your minds bedfellow.

The Eternal Nightlife of The Restless Mind

Damn nights that have no end,
and mornings that never come.

Memories,
the unwelcome guest
invited by
the tick-tock of the clock.

Hug your pillow and settle down.
Don’t worry.
She
will share her embrace
with another.

Stop looking at the phone,
it’s pointless.
Tonight no
 “I love you”
will get you through the night.