She

She will wear

Jeans with holes

She will swear

If one annoys

She will flaunt

Her blow dried hair

Which she took

An hour

To prepare

She will fight 

You with fists

She will not

Be intimidated 

When there is

A feast

Her favorite film

Is Scarface

She will shed

A tear
When a hero

Falls from grace

She will drink

The bottle of wine

She will work out

To keep her line

She loves looking

Like a a doll

She will beat

You at football

Her cute quirks

Will amaze

And her underwear

Is always lace

A woman

With a girly

attitude

A woman

Whom guys

Can call dude

She is not

Either/or

She is both

The girl next door

And one
They at times

Abhor 

You will

Try to fit her

In a box

But why

Would you ever

Want
To tame a fox

Photocopy

I do not wish to reduplicate

From you and the past

I want to break

However, I reckon

Unconsciously

I am attracted

To the same facets

Persistently.

All I have been inclined to

The last couple of months

Is stop being reminded of you

But what seems to 

Entice me

Bits and pieces of you

In another individual

I see.

How can I start anew

When deep in my heart

All I still desire is you

My heart

Set on ice and fire

Is history

Then why am I doing

A photocopy.

It is not deliberate

But what seduces me  

Are colors of a similar palette

How am I to let go

If still submerged in shadow

Though I know it is another person

Am I following

An identical pattern.

  

Let us talk about the weather

There comes a time We should move past Talking idly About weather Headlines and topics Which are popular Has it come to that point We could let our guard down Opening a window Earning a glimpse into the soul Discovering sides That are more personal That line disappears Between the safe sphere And everything that is deep Now we scrutinize What ticks you off How you get to love And we assess Whether we will get along Within the premise of our worlds We are all acquaintances Tested to be a confident Not all deserve Sincere attachement But unless we take That step That moment in time Specific without end From being a contact To becoming a friend That is all we will consider Weather, the trivial And everything that is proper.

It is yesterday

It is yesterday
That carves today
It is yesterday
That molds this way

How we get to feel
Decided upon
How the past is sealed

If we get to release
Solely hinges on
This former piece.

It is yesterday

That guides the present

It is yesterday

That steers this engine

Never was it the question

Whether or not

We shall abandon

The only concern

Is whether or not

We can change our opinion.

My heart is made of stone

Take a closer look

At the picture I took

Everything is the same

But can it be

 There is a latent possibility

That like I, that you descry

How one is shaped 

Just like a heart.

Could always conceive

My heart was made of stone

When unexpectedly

In the midst of them all

I found one laying on its own

One is solitary

Concealed and ignored

When looking at the horde

But bring your magnifying glass

There is a precious little gem
Buried in the mass.

Could always certify

My heart was made of stone

One should drop or hit

Ricochet off water

Yet each time

Unscathed once more

Why was it not softer

Long had I pondered

Arduous to carry
Such a heavy stone

But when I saw

This pretty one 

Located on the floor

My heart is made of stone

Not otherwise 

That is my wont.

Becoming scarce

But one day I know

One will take the same photo
And be glad 

This heart of stone
In the midst of them all

Had not another form. 

Fire

It is the moment

Right before

When two are yet

Uncomfortable
Everything else
Dissolves
As the two
Share
The limelight
How striking
Not even noticing
How their soul
All at once
Disrobed.

The air is so tense
Any second
It could break
Any second
One could shake
The air is thick
 So thick
They almost
Cannot take it.

They exchange words
But their bodies
Shiver
They make love
With the eyes
Two lives capsized
Reaching the heights
Without even
A touch.

It is the moment
Right before
Two lovers
Set on fire
Attraction
Is never
Calculated
A mystery
Why two
Become
Magnets
The love that is
Inevitable
That is the love
... Desire.






  

As white as snow

The silence is gripping
And I know at this second
God is giving me a moment
To seize it in its integrity.

The fresh air that I breathe
I find my inner peace
There is nothing else I seek
As the sun clasps my cheeks.

Now my soul is as white as snow
And this way, sometimes narrow
Though I see footprints on the floor
It is still my own footsteps I draw.

The sky has never been so blue
Suddenly, it is the world I review
I am so little facing all this splendor
And all I hope is my writing can mirror.