Scribble

Scribbling in pain Thoughts can’t explain On this midnight blue Trying to let go. Scribbling with love Simple desire to have On this empty paper Longing to decipher. Scribbling with hope Maybe to cope With the pen in use Wishing yet confuse. Scribbling to fancy Images to see With mind exploring Avenue of loving.

Antithesis

I am no angel; I am no saint. But you made me wanna be one. I am best at words; worst at logic. But you made me wanna learn. You are antithetical of me. A rundown of what I loath. You give me tough love. Expressed sternly. But as one we loved, A love thatContinue reading “Antithesis”

Hereafter

A little ray of light In a dark gloomy night As a hint of hope Dazzles thru in scope. “I shine through and smile” A clouded day Filled with stray A cue of sunshine May come in time. ” I look upon in glee”      

You

  You are my happy memory of the past, The joyful moment of the present, And the hope and promise of the future..        

What do you see?

  What do you see? Your dreams in an Endless possibility; Or a potential yet To be explored? What do you see? Your beauty where no Naked eye may see; Or a charm yet To be felt? What do you see? Your future in Oblivion; Or a past yet To be redeemed? What do youContinue reading “What do you see?”

How

How do I forget The day we met? You were sweetly staring; I was patiently waiting. How do I resist The smile I get? You were joyfully talking; I was sincerely listening. How do I walk away From the gentle touch, you pay? You were carefully caressing; I was nervously holding. How do I runContinue reading “How”

Why

Why Often Asked when hurt Answers needed To feel better then The agony within Excruciatingly painful Harrowing, wrenching, torturous Satisfying one’s pain, one’s disdain Why, is all we have but not for so long.   P.S. We have so many questions in life. When I was a child I had chores to do after school.Continue reading “Why”

Backside

    Sealed But real. Hidden by, Behind doorsteps. Uncanny and deep; Cloistered and undisclosed. Affectionately indeed. Yearning, for freedom one day soon Enclosed longer, out in the open. Reflection of a light behind no more.