Words


Caress the words, put them to bed 

Sing them a lullaby and send them off to sleep. 

For a better tomorrow, a new story. 

A fresh start, another beginning. 

Spinning words, entwining lines on paper 

Putting ink dots, crossing all the T’s

In a single file, like military. 

Words will rise, from the ashen mouth 

Gone dry. 

Words will rise, like the sun in the sky 

From the womb of the horizon and shine. 

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Who is there but me for you? 

Little bitter, but with love so true. 

Catch me off guard, if you ever will. 

Never will you see me again, down the alley of tribute 

Gone are the days of pardon

Gone are the days of mercy. 

You will die for betrayal, if ever 

And I will smile as they put you out. 

Ticking Wound 


The city is not what they claim it to be 

People are not what they seem to be. 

Sadness doesn’t last forever 

And happiness is not a reality 

Erasing memories is difficult 

More difficult is when people just get up and leave 

Life is short, as they all say 

So why does each second passing by feels like an open wound 

Just waiting to bleed out. 

City has people, walking it’s paths 

Crosses and intersections

Buildings turned into homes 

Life breathed into the concrete jungle

And without them, the city will fall. 

Love is not as blissful as the stories claim it to be 

It’s sadness and longing mixed into one. 

The utter bother of it all, breaks the heart into two. 

Just like time, a ticking wound. 

Summer Days 


The days of freedom, I have never known

Days of reckless joy, breathless laughter is beyond me

Those summer days, carefree ways 

What are they but words to me? 

Something to long for, to earn from life 

Caged, we see the winter moon 

Lifeless, dull. 

There is no spring to welcome the warmth 

The yellow streak, the natural light 

The hope it brings, the celebration of rich harvest. 

Those summer days are always tomorrow 

And today we face the snow. 

Someday, It Will Be Different


Someday, when I wake up, I will have a smile on my face

Someday, something will make me feel joy in life

That day, will come, now or never

I dont know.

But I Know, I have lived that day, in my head

Every day.

The smile is a smile of distant dreams

A world of my own, fragments, a hint of laughter

In the crispiness of the crust of the pie I relish

And yet deny, in penance, of being happy in my dreams.