I’ve survived what seemed like the end of times on countless cups of coffee
What are the chances then of you messing with me and emerging unscathed
You’d be grounded and roasted
Pressed and filtered out
While a telltale storm brews in my eyes
Parents
Kind hearts
And nicer souls
Always tolerant
Never a tyrant
Gentle guidance
Comforting hugs
Boundless love
Constant worrying
Undaunted support
Always giving
Never asking for anything in return
They smile every time I smile
They cry before tears can even leave my eye
They live to see me make a life for myself
I am, because you are
And what you are is rather rare
Versus
My truth against your lies
Forever pitted
As time flies
The dance of life
Or the dangers of love
Would we ignite
When push comes to shove?
Wishlist
All I want
Is a room with a view
A heart with a tune
A dream with a date
A song for my fate
A prayer on my lips
A swing to my hips
Some wind beneath my wings
Hands which can seize
Manners aimed to please
Eyes which can see no lies
And most of all
I want to be
Surrounded by
More books than I can count
And more love than I can contain
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An affair of the night
Some times I’d like to take a boat out into the night
Under a star lit sky
I’d take a moment
To take in the moon
A little faded
A little diffused
I feel it’d look like hastily rubbed out chalk on a slate
I’d raise a toast to it
With a contented sigh
As the sea gladly lulls me to sleep on a bed of gentle waves
But instead
I’m lying in bed tonight
Starting at a rickety ceiling fan
In danger of falling off
Almost in competition with the surrounding plaster which keeps peeling off
I have a lumpy mattress and a rock hard pillow
And my own tears in which to wallow
The moon seems too faraway a dream
With not even a skylight in sight
Yet when I close my eyes
I can almost see it shimmer
Beckoning me closer
Small beginnings
Every great story
Starts off as an ordinary one
With a hesitant writer
Penning down uncertain words
Unaware of when he’s begun
To weave an extraordinary tale
Unable to imagine his humble characters
Morphing into heroes
Unsure of whether the climax
Ties up all loose ends
Afraid of what the world would think
Once it’s been published
Pained at the thought of his every mistake
Preserved for all posterity
Yes, every great story
Begins unknowingly
Despite brimming with latent potential
Then what compels you
To be so hard on yourself
While your story is turning its pages yet?
Pep Talks?
If I were trapped
In a tiny glass enclosure
Would the transparent walls
Still make me feel claustrophobic?
Will they still appear to close in on me
Like a crumbling wall of bricks?
Would I find it to be dark and dank
Despite the light pouring in?
Would I suffocate
Despite air vents on the roof?
Yes, I very much will.
Because some walls are found closer to home
Will some reside permanently in the corners of my mind
So why do you think
Telling someone to cheer up
Because it’s a bright and sunny day
With your health in its prime
Would make his crippling anxiety go away
What makes you think
The cure to depression
Can be found in a bottle labeled ‘things you should be happy for instead’?
Congratulations, you just pushed the walls closer still.
Snippets of my soul
Every time you come to me
With no intention of staying
You tear away a part of me
Which can never grow back
Every time you talk to me
With no truth in your voice
You cut at me with razor blades
And I ooze out your lies
Every time you look at me
With less than loving eyes
You down the shutters and drown out the light
From every corner of my heart
Every time you leave me again
With promises of an ever after
You suck the joy from all my days
And all the brightness inside of me
So, here
Take this
I’ve compiled a scrapbook for you
And on every page
You’ll find in red
Snippets of my soul
Music and Lyrics
A lyrical melody
Is what I’d like to be
Hear me any which way
Just the soulful music
Or only meaningful words
I’d make you equally happy
A dream for a nightmare?
Midnight
Comes with a tagline
Dreams be available here
And so do nightmares
Till 3:03 am
Sometimes a barter works in this bazar
Sell your dreams
For some scary, sleepless nights
And sometimes there’s a miracle
Where you’re handed a bucketful of dreams
So believe me and don’t
Open your eyes tonight
Come again tomorrow
To get your money’s worth
