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It has been a while since I wrote something about love. Days have passed without a single word about heartbeats and heartaches. Have I lost my desire to put it down in poems? Have I lost interest in painting romantic portraits and landscapes through letters and punctuations? Absurd. Strange. Weird. Though deep down within me, love's flames continue to burn I still have nothing to write about you. Uninspired -Nah. Apathetic -No. Frigid -Never. Questions I have asked. Answers I have seeked. Yet still I have nothing to write about you. All I know is that each passing day my soul br

One by one the stars of the night's sky reminded me of our escapades.. Moments we stole from the clutches of the evening mist. Seconds that make us forget even the night's cold breeze. You are my aviary. The majestic sky where my wings soar free.. The every note of my soul's crying song. And as our lips adored the simplicity of our nakedness.. Under the warmth of these blankets My soul will reach out for the tenderness of your embrace. My being will long for the gentleness of your kiss. Be with me.. Come to me.. Please.. Please me.. Fill my empty self with your own soul. Fill me with your re

I. A jester. A writer. An actor. Love. A lie. A joke. A prank. You. A plead. A desire. A confession. So when I told you these three words, "I love you" It wasn't a prank. -It was my plead. It wasn't a joke. -It was my desire. It wasn't a lie. -It was my confession.

icarus the beautiful has their own way of destroying those that love them, blinding them with its searing light. it has been known to render the senses useless, cause an overwhelming sense of yearning, induce pain, create madness, destroy reason. power is gained and lost in a mere glance at beauty. time stops, and the vaunted laws of physics are warped at the approach of the divine. let's just say that i have witnessed an episode of such last night. approaching midnight, a shining beacon of light appeared not far from where i was, a heavenly light whose dazzling charm i have suffered to resist for some time. until now. "hey, are you goin

I am spending my life living under the shadow of my belief that I need you. You are a thirst I cannot quench. An addiction I cannot forget. But you are bad for me. You are a first class cigar. A threat to my health. A risk to my well being. And as I consume every inch of you, I fuse your poison to my soul. So is it wrong to believe that I need you in my life? Is it wrong to believe that inhaling you reduces stress? Is it wrong to smoke you religiously after every meal? Is it all in my head? And though it may all be my empty beliefs, though it may just be my lame attempts to justify these reasons,

As the clock ticks away, tears form in my heart and hope escapes from my eyes. Every minute is a step closer to depression. Every second is a wound that weakens my motivation. I am pressured by a thousand words that I haven't said to you. I am conquered by my fear of regretting what I have to do. Now that I stand at a crossroad between confessing it and losing you or hiding it and keeping you, my heart becomes an hourglass and my love becomes its sand. For the more the end draws near, the more my feelings grow. And at the sound of the alarm that signals the beginning of your journey, I will drown in m

Tonight, my tears will blanket the sky, my sorrow will darken the corners of heaven and my longing will echo across the moonless night. Tonight I will depart from this existence and like meteors our memories will leave a trail of bittersweet  moments. I will be missing you and I know I always will. For in the darkness of oblivion, your smile was my Polaris. My star whose light was brighter than anything else. My comfort. My sanctuary. My Eden. And as  my tears blanket the sky tonight, I will brave my greatest fear. That before the strike of sunlight's rays, I will not lose my star to my fear of loving her

Lately, I've been thinking of things that I should do. I told you that I love you so I have to prove it's true. Even though you'll be leaving and will be working abroad. Somehow I must show you that this isn't fraud. Fate will be bringing you to a land far from here. On that day I know that I may never see you near. Reality is cruel and each day your flight comes closer. Lonely I will be but what I'll say next you must remember. "I may not have forever to prove my heart's intent. And I may fail to show you how much your smile meant. Reality may stop me from seeing you everyday, Still, I'll go on loving you though you may never look

Under the rain, I lower my head as I walk watching my sneakers catch the tears that fall from my eyes. My world is immersed in shades of gray, a grotesque landscape of reality where love is nothing but a blurred image of the girl I secretly admire. If only I have the courage to tell her how she brought hope to my dying heart then this rain would stop falling. Then she would finally understand that this isn't a poem but a revelation of what I really feel. That this man she calls "emo" found his motivation in her.. And as I walk under this rain of hesitations and indecisions, please put malice upon this w

Soon, the stars will fade like the notes of my love song. A tragedy whose soundtrack will capture the grief of my lost soul. Holding my own hand, I will sigh in remorse as my dream gradually approaches its end. In a few weeks, my apocalyptic nightmare will be a reality. An inevitable horror where my life and my heart will shatter like the dashboard of a car hitting a brick wall. You will be saying farewell. And I know that no matter how much I want to stop this cheapshot of fate, I will still fail because I am only a mortal. So to the Divine Providence, I will voice out this hymn of mercy, that on th