Crazy in love.

I fell in love
with a retard
in my neighborhood.
She was unique,
gentle and pure.
Society said her mind
wasn’t right
but in her eyes
I could see
a perfect woman
and with her touch
she sent me to heaven.

She was an angel
with no wings
a genius with no invention;
I believed all her babbles
for even though they made no sense
they were genuine and humble.

Despite how strong
our love seemed
the love teachers
couldn’t understand
how a man of my caliber
will fall for a retard;
but then again
they agreed love is a mystery
that only the heart understands.

With that understood
my love for her
waxed stronger
as she sent me
to higher heavens.

Have a pleasant week, you reading this!

Desire.

Love is pure:
like the one
that gushes out
of my heart
every blessed day
yearning for you,
hoping for reciprocation
but totally wasting!

Zeal is strong:
so each time
your fragile heart
builds a wall
to prevent me
it spurs me on
to break those walls
and conquer.

Success is certain:
if determination
is mixed with
the right formula.
So each time
my love gushes
with no reciprocation,
it triggers the zeal
to want you more
which leaves me searching
for the key,
the right formula
to win you over.

Result is end product:
and I believe
I’ll get it right
with you in delight
to have me
as your shiny knight.

For You! :*

Heart-less.

I gave my heart
to the birds
and watched them feed
graciously on it;
ripping it apart and gulping
the blood that spewed.

I threw my heart
on the highway
while watching the trucks
climb over it with speed;
splattering it everywhere
with no hope of repair.

I spat my heart
from my mouth
into the toilet sink
like mucus from a flu
and opened the tap to the end
to wash off every stain.

I gave my heart
to you wholeheartedly
with no insurance or whatsoever
only to watch you treat it
like each scene
in the verses above.

How I miss blogging regularly.

From ashes to new.

I punctured my heart.
How could I?
How could I?
How could I do such a thing?
I should have let
sleeping dogs lie;
but was it wrong
to be optimistic
and coated in confidence,
ignoring a second thought
of ‘what if’?
…Perhaps!

Here it bleeds fire
that burns a cavity in my soul
throwing my mind in disarray.
and my body
in an uneasy state.
But my brain comes to work
with a certain thought
about the phoenix;
reminding me of how
it must burn to be re-born.

With that as the last piece
to the puzzle,
I emerged from the ashes
of my failed past
knowing I leave nothing behind
as I take the next exit
to a new life.

A new Sun.

Today a new sun rises
from the east of despair
after a night of crises
that looked beyond repair.

From the east of despair
piles of broken hopes
that looked beyond repair
was fixed back into the scope.

Piles of broken hopes,
although looked redundant
was fixed back into the scope
for never was it considered insignificant.

Although looked redundant
faith held and stayed strong
for never was it considered insignificant
despite all seeming wrong.

Faith held and stayed strong
above all the night’s crises
despite all seeming wrong
today a new sun rises.

My first attempt at a Pantoum. Inspired by Mair.

Smoother criminal.

Kate walked into Long Bar, she was on a date with James. A beautiful woman with class, it was no surprise to see her overwhelm the place. Her beauty was radiant, even men with dates couldn’t help but steal a glance.

James on the other hand, being a pompous bloke, couldn’t bring his head from the clouds with the sensation his date was causing. He walked majestically towards the table they’d reserved, grabbed a sit for her and one for himself, and ordered the waiter.

Michael, seated at a corner in the same bar, had been staring at her since they both came in; monitoring her every move and plotting a coup. A chronic womanizer, he never lets anything on skirt pass without making a move. He was also quite victorious from his records.

In trying to impress, James had ordered several bottles of champagne on their table and was popping them randomly, attracting more eyes on them. He was a material boy and loved to flaunt his riches. Glasses got emptied and refilled until the alcohol began to take its toll; starting by ordering Kate to the wash room.

Michael who had been patiently waiting didn’t lose sight of the opportunity to talk to her alone. He quickly followed up and positioned at the entrance of the washroom, waiting for her to be through. On stepping out, she heard a deep masculine voice nicely say ‘hey’. She turned around and beheld the charming smile of Michael. Of course he was handsome and almost irresistible. Minutes later, he was saving her number on his iPhone while she walked back to her table as if ignorant of the brief dialogue that just happened minutes earlier at the entrance of the washroom.

James took her home that night with the satisfaction a man gets from a successful date, probably hoping to build on it, but he was to be proven wrong as the next weekend she was out again, this time with Michael. Although Michael himself felt like a smooth criminal, little did he know she changes them like clothes.

Revised for Poetry Picnic. This is pure fiction, btw.

Perfect Poet Award.

I really do appreciate being considered for such a pleasing Award in a community with so many talented Poets. I am indeed grateful. Thank You very much.

The Perfect Poet Award.