Down For the Count.

One of those 'sick enough to lie down in the shower' kind of nights,
Where even the obvious doesn't feel quite right.
I'm sleeping under bridges, writing on the concrete walls.
This is all in my head, which is where it all falls.

Ice upon my head and I can't feel a thing;
Not the ache in my stomach nor the familiar sting.
The tears in my eyes are painfully clear.
Just wish that I knew someone was here.

Now..

I'm growing stronger without you by my side
But it's still harder to keep saying goodbye to you

It almost feels like desperation without end
But I guess we'll stick to never happy ending
and move on with our lives
Without each other on our side

I'm growing stronger without you by my side
But it's still harder to say goodbye

You made me who I am
For now, I'll see you.. Never...
Goodbye.

No more.

Our relationship is unlike most
It can't be held with the tips of our fingers
For all it can touch is the keyboard
And the feelings we hold, at least mine, are told in whispers
You know and have been told how vital you are to me
When I come home, I desperately hope to see you
And when I can't, it grieves me
It's to be expected from a love-sick fool, huh?
Each time I try to overcome this dependency
All that transpires is a feeble attempt that amounts to rubble
My mind crafts it well-versed tales
As my heart deteriorates and crumbles
Finally, when I cannot bear it for another moment more
I possibly bid my last adieu
And with one click of the mouse
I've blocked and deleted you,
Relinquishing all our ties
It’s a fragile game we play with
What could be magic, could only be goodbye
It’s to be expected from your passionate sycophant.

Bring Me to Another One Night Stand...

I'll break your heart; Come on, break mine.
I know you can't, but you should try.
You were just a fuck to me;
Honey, that's all you'll ever be.
But pledge to me your love and faith;
Leaves on my lips such a nasty taste.
I write to you about trust and pain,
But, honestly, I'm just too vain,
To be brought down by a man,
Even though he thinks he can.
You think I'm wrapped around your arm;
In reality, all I bring is harm.
Do I mind? No, not close.
Behind your back I sit and boast.
Why? Because you're just a fuck to me,
And, Baby, that's all you'll ever be.

Music

Dear You,

I'm still going through my poems, but here's a good one. An optimistic one for you. :D
Here goes:

A simple gaze, a longing look over your shoulders
In the eyes of these two strangers held the ability to move boulders
Out of old boredom and instinct, these two lives intertwined
Linking themselves together with words of bread and wine
In just a few clicks, the enchantment began.
Though love was already banned
But, both had a brain and heart
To step up and take a part
Minutes turned to days, both spoke so freely
Talking about anything to utter silliness
While in their abyss, they became something
Both learned to fly, in the grips of nothing
Lost, forgotten, and uncared for was what they were
Till they met each other in the heat of a blur
Their heart so pure, captivated by the intent to save
They took a hold of each other and learned to behave
Names maybe unfamiliar to their tongues
But both need each other's words to fill up their lungs
Darkness may have taken control of their lives
That they would have resorted to taking a hold of knives
And have sown themselves in the seams of darkness' glove
For what is known in this world as love
Neither felt until the sight of a dove
All both needed is someone to start over with
Though distance is the one thing that separates them
They have learned to abide by the rules of realism
Who can say what both are truly in search for
When they might have just needed another open door
With compassion and wit,
The answer to their worries, this may be it!

One Night Stands.

So I was looking through my old note books, and found a ton of old poems, I'll eventually post most of them on here.. But for now here is one...

Here, you are
Half-naked or fully clothed
Submerged in a nostalgic mode
-- Basking in the feeling of being wanted,
Enjoying all that's shared.

Again, here, you are
Behind closed doors
Lying in bed -- someone's or yours
In the comforting arms of no one
Yet someone?

Now, here, we are
Alone and trying to kid yourself
That intoxication justified your actions,
And that all can be easily omitted,
Especially whatever you felt.

And, for awhile,
That reasoning solidified,
Requiring no retraction
Until you realize that no one insisted
To care for whatever that lied within
-- How much you bleed for the world, yet persisted

And to realise so,
You can finally say, "Fin."

Writer to Reader.

I recall those instances,
When I would go off in my little corner,
Scribbling profusely to understand my circumstances
Rather than becoming the next visitor of the corner.

At times, my aimless verbiages
Were simply written recollections.
Yet, what seemed like garbage
Turned to an enlightening composition.

Truly, a sense of satisfaction exists in creativity,
Despite how difficult it is to be original.
Each stanza portrayed my personality
- Honest yet implicit
empowering yet condescending,
light-hearted yet cynical.

And, though, I would usually challenge my readers
To pose their judgments and to chip away at my innuendos
Now, I ask you to take on the craft, to be a writer
And to eternally preserve your woes.