December Ruins and Newly Built Skies

You created a mural from the pieces of my wasted time Tracing back the history before the one they rewritten for me Revised their stories where I was the villain laying on her wreckage Thank you for growing flowers through the cracks on the concrete Allowing me to rebuild this sanctuary Sweeping the rubble from …

We Are Time Beings

A few months ago I found a book called “A Tale for the Time Being” by Ruth Ozeki and since then it is my favourite book. At first, I bought it because of the beautiful cover and then the story captured me. Placing my very being into its pages, flipping each one letting it consume my …

Late Night Love

Tired city lights, lazy neon signs, and street lamps people looking for bar stools, lonely eyes and a drink Shmucks looking for love in a lust filled palace a mix of desperate lovers and horny bastards doing anything to get into someone’s pants covering tanlines where wedding rings were supposed to be There’s the lonely …

To the Boy with the Blue Guitar

I placed you on a pedestal No, I made you a throne to sit on However my efforts were wasted I promise this is my last piece I promise this is the last time you will ever be mentioned in my poetry Because I am tired of revisiting old conversations Same old metaphors all referring to you. …

Here’s A Clue

When  I  asked you out for a cup of coffee I was trying to subtly ask if you liked me Because I needed an excuse to talk to you When I said I love this song I meant to ask your favorite hoping we’re compatible Because this is a rare occasion where I dont mind playing the …