Picture-imperfect

We are bent on making a good impression
As we try bringing our A Game to the table
Raising germane topics in the conversations
In the hope of displaying a slightly better version
Of who I really am, and who I am in your opinion

Even so, I consistently fall in the same trap
My mind always buzzing and I say what is on my heart
Wrapped in nervousness, I am the same opinionated
But it comes off as if I were completely demented
Or at least that is what I pick up on my deportment

And all of sudden that is when you make me realize
Even in my most unusual state, you are able to recognize
That I have never been more myself than when I have butterflies
You glimpse at my soul as I look into your eyes, and your verdict
Nothing sweeter than me being picture-imperfect.

Ego down

Admitting it when you are wrong is the rightest of virtues.

Right through me

In my prattle
A smitten gal
In my silence
A heart flutter
In my chuckle
A nervous soul
In my tremble
A happy fool
In my gape
A riveting thought
In my jiggle
My interest shown

An example of old saying
Butterfly wings flapping
Hearing birds singing
All written on my skin
When persuaded to fail
A closer look into the realm
For beneath the willies
I had nothing to worry
Because you were still able
To see right through me.

Universe

The universe is testing me
It did not inquire
When there was plenty
Of opportunity

It picked the right timing
That it could not be
Rather unmistakably
More unfitting

Had I been asked before
I would have been certain
About my answer
But now I am bewildered

How am I to dismiss
When each time
The suspension is tempting

How can it come to an end
When soon enough
Never seems to arrive late

A clash with the universe
As it forces me to reassess
The choices
I am about to make
When really
I should not be
Doubting

Even for just a second.

Assignment

Even non-mistakes have a lesson to teach.

Pinch

Unfortunately, the only way to set someone free at times is by hurting them.

Right turn

Rather a bad decision that leads to the right place; than the right place leading to bad decisions.

Constant

In a world 

That constantly
Changes

A snap of a finger

And it is 

Winter all over again

When supposedly, spring 

Has already come in

There are

These 

Mood swings
Without warning 

Often

Bad news

Depending

And once 

What you thought

Was sure

All of a sudden

Alters

Allure.

But if you are 

Lucky enough

To find 

This passion

That lasts for life

A fixed appetite

When there is
No cloud 

In the sky 

A special device

That gets you
Through
The tough

Loyal at all times
The kind of love

That never declines;

For me

It is 

Electronic music

My savior 

If there is a need

My fervor

When there is no need

And lifelong 

I will be
Dancing 

To its beat.

It is

The constant
I can count on

No matter

The situation

From the bass
I will never part

Techno,
You will always have 

My heart.

Out of my system

It is poison

Flowing

Through my veins

My mind troubled

And waves of loss

Are all I gain

Perhaps

I am dependent

On the pain

Years of being 

Borderline obsessed 

Imprisoned in chains

I will  deny

Until 

It is too late

I will pretend

Until 

My body breaks

Ever Conflicted

Between

Worse and wrong

Also God

Knows
The fight was long

This is the last straw

I am going

To heal 

From your claws

The spite

Sucking the 

Life out of me

The darkness

Behind this smile

You will no longer see

I am getting you

Out of my system 

Extracting you

From under my skin

Now let me live

With mistakes past

But my future

You will never
Ever again

Grasp. 

Hugs

Each time we hug

It is the moment

I unplug

At times 

From life's

 Harsh realities

Most times

Toasting to life's 

Long-lasting

Delicacies.

I can still recall

The first time we met

Not yet recognizing

It was going to set

This journey

We have been sharing

Creating our own kind

First-class experiences 

In the routine. 

We dance and have coffee

Talk future and memories

Building 

Brick by brick 

The most precious

Skyscraper of friendship. 

Each time we hug

We are honest at heart

Whether we are 

Bursting out

With laughter

Or the hours we are 

Caught in a sob.

My life is living it all with you

The hurt, the pain

The best, the great

There are not enough

Thank you's 

To show my gratitude

But I hope you know

 Each time we hug

It is me also exhibiting

I love you.

Fulfillment

To feed on your fantasies is the way to live them.

Writing

Passion is filling a void
That can never overload
Words flowing incessantly
But the glass always seems
Like it is running empty
Though a nod of satisfaction
When a piece is done
As soon as you think enough
You are once again a sponge
It is the people you adore
The new ideas you absorb
The tranquility you then feel and
A piece of paper becomes a thrill
You will not ever turn weary
Passion is fuel in the ordinary
Your own sun rising daily
Even when inspiration is lacking
All you wish to do is feed on
Words that acquire a life of their own
Hoping to be a channel
Of the change they enable
Words are more than what is needed
More than what you love and covet
Only writing can be result and seed
The cure and the cause that sees
Why passion keeps your feet on the ground
And rockets your soul to a higher ground.

Not anymore

She does not live there anymore

Pass by as often as you want

She has already closed that door

To the past, to the past

She finally said goodbye. 

It has been a while 

Since she moved away

But it took her

An eternity and a day

To move on 

From the past, from the past

She is no longer burdened.  

Everything became stale 

Yet she soldiered on 

Even then when hopes were frail

She fought past, She fought past

Til she smiled at last. 

Whether it is

Irony or cliche

To come walking by

When her feelings no longer sway

It is a blast from 

The past, the past

She no longer yens for.