You make up my mind — A love poem — I had almost wished my heart became made of stone after being alone for so long. Believing happiness to be a myth, until you proved me wrong. I am forever grateful for what I have found with you. Like my indecisions that refocus as you make up my mind. A…

Not once, but twice — A love poem — Life without complications may be winter in August but I know the worst is finally over now that I found you. The more I know my mind the more careful I am with my time. Every second I am not with you is too much to take. I do not…

Our second chance arrives a little faster — A love story/poem — Many years ago, I lost the enjoyment that I could throw at my excuses. Deep down I became glued to the dream of a final breath. When my commitment to excuses fell. …

Live between memories and imagination — The agitation shared photographs of envy. Transformed by angry words of disregard. After forgetting who he once was. No place to redefine his ego. Submerged by faults that have become his salvation. Intrusive thoughts he cannot surmount. Anxiety attacking the unhealed wounds. While standing in-between an ocean and the road to…

I will not be the last one unheard — I beg my mind to release me from what I am doing myself. Too much time spent behind a locked door waiting for freedom to kick it down. The weight of my embarrassment is showing. Although to display my situation is forbidden. I doubt mercy will come and remove me…

Work best — A Haiku —

About mindfulness and self-development — A poem — Within words of desperation. The waste of time is growing out of control. Mercy reveals the tearjerkers misdirection, that paralyzed the discipline's protection. There is no place for the love of inconvenience. When lying to oneself, we put the poison in our heads. What remained of my animosity, apologised with…

A confession to eliminate sympathy — A confession is watching the sunrise. Pleading for this to be the last time. An illness is lock and loaded. Its name is unsympathetic, and it will not miss. Firing bullets of cruelty achieving anguish. As the fault falls on a cold heart that only played its part. The confession…

Do not waste time inventing excuses — A… —