Time. The EndlessMy regrets are vastAnd the tears I could shareCould fill buckets.If onlyOh, if onlyI could take those bucketsAnd use them as paymentfor sins and shame.Ten years or thirtyAre self-same prisonsIf the prisoner locks hisOwn cell and eats the key.But there's desire!And Passion!Let me take my PassionAnd mold the people ILove mostAs they pen their soulsOn manuscripts trusted with me.But in the dampness that seepsThrough cold, stone wallsThe pages would soak over time(Which never grows tired)And mold to the wallsLike wallpaper slightly agedEnough for disgust tinged furrows.So! Give me the pen! Retrieve my key!And return the life of the Soul to me!In time I may live. In time.There's no rush for Passion as she is patient,Long-suffering.But the Time. The Time!I must grow accustomedTo its ageless bountyOf ripened fruitAnd return again to youAnd You againFor life unhingedAnd unbound words.
Touch Is PoetryToday, you recite Frost.I've always loved being read to,But for some reason,This morning I can scarcelyAbsorb your flowing words,Which instead trickle through my fingersAs their tips registerThe vibrations of your voiceAt the place whereYour chest and shoulder intersect,Then trail down your bicepTo the crook of your elbow,Then turn down the pathOf your forearm,Then happen, at last,Upon your precious left hand,Which brackets the dusty anthology.I hope you know I touch youBecause I adore you,Not just because I can't see you.
...bet you can't understandhalfthe words ispit out atyou,cause they're venomand onlyi'mimmune.
Childish FearsChildish FearsDoesn't it scare you that you're growing older, growing up? In days, months, years, you'll no longer be teenager. A fifth of your life will be over, and you'd be all grown up, stuffed in a suit with a tie around your neck, a briefcase in your hand and your whole life before you. Some people may think it appealing, but I don't.I'm scared of leaving everything that's familiar behind.I'm scared of having to fend for myself, for having to always be in control yet never really having any control.But most of all, I'm afraid of being changed, of no longer being who I am.
scream, scream, scream.She said, ''Tell me a lie.''He said, ''Death doesn't hurt as long as you don't feel alive.''(But she's been waiting for deathwhenever her voice gave outand her whole world went numb ever since you've left.She's never felt so dead before,all she ever wanted was a heart.)''Why is your face so white?''''Because I'm trying to convince myself that I was born a ghost.''(She constantly smeared her mascara on purposebecause people always believed she was a monster,but the truth is she had a heart of gold.She always made a sad song a masterpiecebecause music was always her heart.)''If you could have anything, what would it be?''''I need another chance to live.''
Light WithinSunshineIsn't confinedTo the sky.
I Didn't Eat TodayI didn't eat todayBecause I was hopingI could shrivel upBefore you could shrink meDown to your size.I didn't eat todayBecause I was afraidIt would tick you offInto a rampage.I didn't eat todayBecause I was hungryAnd a growling stomachReminds me I'm alive.I didn't eat todayBecause I was wantingTo just die and be doneWith everything you are.
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once againI let my memories guide my lost steps,Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.As I walk along the quay,I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:She's dying by the street lamps' handsWhile the whole city asphyxiates. Reflecting my own lack of humanityOver the river's lighted surface,Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.Once again, on this breathtaking night,My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave My musical drug, my remaining salvation,Spreading a sweet poison within me andEroding the remaining happiness I still have.I plug my headphones...A grin of relief appears on my weary face,I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.These notes of violin split the immutable silence, Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
Endless TalesII am the haiku of my smiles,The limerick of my frowns,The sonnet of my love stories,And the couplet of my thoughts.III am a ticking time bomb;And poems are the fragments of my blood,Mixed with the immortality of my soul,Carved into every echoes in the universe.IIII am never a story,Never a lesson to be learnt,Never a tale for you to boast;I am the scorching flames burning in the cold winter,I am a raging tsunami,And I could engulf the hell out of you.IVI am the everlasting scorching supernova,I am a whole book of undecided thoughts,I am your troubled curiosity,And every improbability in this universe.I am the paradox of my own time line,The undefined term in your mere dictionary, And the infinite definitions of my own thoughts.(G.L)-Endless Tales