My breath is down to a trickle, But my love is still gushing. I am a fountain In an overgrown pond. Old. Pitiful. Clogged up…
Category: Poetry
Our feelings Is the only thing That is absolutely real. Nothing else is. And nothing else matters. Our feelings Is the only meaningful thing In…
Is sanity too much to expect? Is clear mind too much to hope for? There is not enough air to breathe When I collapse as…
I do not mean to turn a deaf ear And a blind eye to your suffering. But my ears and my eyes Are not what…
The pearl of moon is shining at me. You are shining at me. And I am shining at you. We both shine with the invisible…
Today I faced myself Through the mirrors in your eyes. Today I felt myself Through the warmth of your hands. Today I found meaning, Which…
I want to kiss the sun without being burned. I want to drink the ocean without drowning. I want to love without being rejected. Am…
Creation is destruction. By making sounds one destroys the silence.By spreading paint one destroys the canvas.For canvas, is this not the rape?Too bad we cannot…
Today The Sun was angry. Yesterday I did not know That Today would come. Yesterday I did not know That we are not meant to…
Come to me, I beg you. Let me worship you Like it is the last day of our lives. Do you ever get tired of…