Reckless

It shocks me the things I'd be willing to do for you,
The doors I'd close and the ones I'd skip through,
The people I'd let down, and the ones I'll woo.
It gets me every time, the lengths I'd cross for you,
The things I'll say, and the prices I'll pay,
To have you, even for a day.
It never fails to surprise me, the cacophony in my head,
The chaos you bring to my soul when we're tangled up between sheets of my bed.
I'm constantly in awe of the lines I've crossed
To love you despite the things I've lost,
I've lost my sanity and all common sense.
For I'm guided by the future I see for us
Ignorant of our past,
tense that you don't see,
How crazy I've turned out to be.
For you have shown me a side to me I've never known before,
You've proved I'm more than I could ever show
the others.
Flowers shining in the light of the sun,
pale in comparison to the sparkle of your eyes when you look at me and say I'm the one.
Learn
that I've beat my own standards when it comes to loving now
For I've become someone no one recognizes anyhow.
But they see me, and they say
You've never looked better than you do today.
For there is a glow in my eyes,
From getting rid of the lies
my heart tries so hard to hide.
There is a lightness in my step,
from good riddance of the hate kept inside.
I'm experiencing a soul of my own
one that always belonged but felt so disowned
become one with me again.
Send any challenge my way now,
And I will surprise myself and you,
With the things I would do
To overcome all obstacles that will stand in my way
Of loving you, wholly, right, and always.

Magic and Things

I am drawn to you like the tides are to the state of the moon,
you in your phases, lighting up the darkest parts of me,
controlling the waves of emotions that swim through my veins,
flawed, yet pure, white as snow,
I know,
that if you were to decide where the stars roam at night,
we would gaze at the skies in awe at the sight,
at the constellations and the show they put on
until the sun kisses me at dawn,
and tries to distract me from you,
with a warm, bright morn.
But I am faithful, and yours,
and devoted to your way with the stars.
Lay with me on the cool grass,
and maybe the night won't pass by too fast.
At last,
I will know what it is to hold
a celestial marvel
You can startle me
with a kiss close to heaven,
and we can talk nineteen to the dozen
with not a care in the universe.
Immerse yourself
into the beauty of the night
while we dream together of a land of knights
and princesses
and you can dance with me
fall in the recesses
of our love
I will confess to you, and you to me
that there is no beauty far superior
than sharing the love that the stars in the galaxy know well,
than understanding, that for the earth, the moon will always glow.
Hell, nothing more beautiful, than the sheen in your eyes
when I gently, but inevitably fall into bliss
of losing myself in the skies you have for lips.
This is beauty, this right here.
This universe of stars inside your soul,
is my world, my story, now told.

Monday Gyan

If you ever find yourself in a place that makes you unhappy
Move. Run. Get out.
In a world that already throws enough hate around, the last thing you need is 'choosing' to stay and settle for 'toxic'.
There are situations and people that are capable of ruining us, manipulating us, and bullying us around.
Standing up for yourself not only becomes difficult, but after repeated efforts, turns redundant.
Toxic people and toxic situations won't change. And when things don't change for you, you should deal with it yourself. Move on.
Life' s so short, my friend, your regrets will pile up and touch the sky when it actually should be you reaching for the stars.
The things you know will bring you happiness will remain a dream until you push yourself ahead. Have the courage to give yourself a life you deserve. Have the self respect to back down from things that don't do you good, and accept change. Grow.
Because if you stop, the world will grow out of you.
Put in that extra effort to be good to yourself.
Had a bad day at work? Go home and practice a hobby that helps you relax or brings you joy.
Find something to do aside from waking up, going to work/college and repeating the same thing all over again for the rest of your life.
Fill your days with people who help you grow into a better person, and people whose lives will change by having you around.
Let your actions be more inspiring than your words and be open to learning.
Appreciate, like there is no tomorrow, say Thank you for the smallest of things and count your blessings instead of problems.
Friends, we're all here for a while, do good things, things you will be remembered for. Things that make you indispensable.
Make your mark, and make memories.
Daily, try and put a smile on at least one person's face,
and most importantly- never neglect family. For even if the universe gives up on you, they will be your safe landing, your home.
Have faith. Always keep the faith and believe in something.
Choose love, and if it lets you down, choose it again anyway.
We're all we got. In the end, it doesn't matter who wins or loses. Pray that we all make it.

The Book of You

The book of you
is the book I want to spend the rest of my life writing,
fill it with stories that make you, you
and words that tell of your soul,
stitch together sentences that speak of your truth
and punctuate them with symbols of grace
and style, and every virtue you hold,
quote every love you've shared, shy or bold,
recite every poem of your heart that remained untold.
The book of you
will be lined with silver,
and covered in gold.
and when they hold it, let them feel
the heaviness of your heart
and see the light in your eyes
let their fingers caress the words you spoke,
the lies, the cries and the unforgettable goodbyes.
When they hold you, they will feel,
what it is to touch a soul made of steel.
Strong, young, always made to yield,
they will relive the wars you fought,
through life's battlefield.
With every page they turn,
let them learn what it is to burn for love,
to fall to ashes and yearn for love.
to die to one self.
only to be kept on a shelf
and gather dust
or rust.
What does it matter,
the former or the latter
both tell a story of being forgotten
a memory gone stale, rotten.
No, I will not let them taint,
I will not shorten
your story, your tale
for you have always been my ale.
I will dare not disguise
your truth as lies
I promise you,
the world will know
Why I loved you,
and why I didn't keep you.
Why I wrote you
but then couldn't read you.
The book of you
is the book I want to spend the rest of my life writing. 

What If...

What if we can be great
what if you and I were made to be
each other's eternity.
What if we soar instead of crash,
and what if we burn stronger,
never crumbling to ash.
What if we were meant to belong here,
and spend a life or two long, dear.
What if you were meant to never place foot on the moon,
cause gravity makes more sense when we laze at noon,
and fall slowly, buts surely, into bliss
what if we kiss, and worse, what if we miss what could be,
what should be.
Just cause the thought of ''we''
sounds mind- numbingly sexy,
but even more scary.
What if we become as healing as the sun,
what if you're the one,
what if we'll never know,
if we were meant to be so much more.
I could go insane,
waiting, wondering, what-if-ing,
or I could sing
to you.
And present a ring to you,
and we could paint a rainbow against a dark blue
Sky, then you'll know why
I love art, and I love your heart.
What if we could just start,
to love, and love strong.
What if, we could be together,
What if we belong.

Song of the Soul

There are souls who possess
the ability to love with no condition, to bless.
They love with no inhibitions,
no prejudice, no motive,
their love is less about 'take'
and infinitely about 'give'.
Walking a thin line
between accepting it as a curse,
or treating it as a boon,
these souls heal more than wound.
Never quite finding a mirror for their souls,
no one to love them the same, no one to hold.
Never stops them from loving ten-fold.
A heart that is often broken,
but never grows cold,
taken for granted, misunderstood
always caring more than they should.
Their love tastes of sugar and smells of sweet escape,
brings a calmness of the sun in all it's glorious entirety
setting behind a city scape,
like a cool breeze that comes your way
after the day has fallen asleep.
Feels almost like an embrace from the ocean,
vast and deep.
They kiss with their souls instead of lips
and dance with their hearts instead of hips.
Fibs will never be born of their tongue,
their souls are old, but bodies young.
Unsung is their story, untold is their song
Acknowledge their love, let them belong
listen to them love you, they're often never wrong.

Red

Words betray me,
my throat tightens and my palms get sweaty,

and my heart tries to do a silly dance
and I probably look so darn dumb.

My otherwise talkative tongue goes numb.

You should hear the tune I hum,

inside my soul,

when I think of us growing old,
together and in love.

But all you do is hover around,

and make my heart race,
find a thrill in a chase,

like a lost puppy, it follows

keeping loyal pace.

I'm in awe of your face,

and all the things your smile does to me inside.

I don't wanna hide

any longer.
This ache in me could grow stronger, wild. 

I hunger like a child,
to love you ferociously,

anything but mild.

There is a storm in my soul

that wants to hold your hand

and keep your feet rooted in soft sand.
so when it envelops you with kisses of new rain

you will embrace the storm and surrender to it, your pain. 

There is a fire within, 

that burns to win

your heart alone.

It is the only real thing I've know.

This feeling,

raw and strong

and to many, so wrong,
this feeling of being utterly, madly, daringly

addicted to wanting 

you alone.