No More Missing

                               Happy birthday to B.B., and my excuses

I’ve stopped missing you
I’ve chosen to,
or have I forgotten to?

You taught the lesson
When you were gone;
When it is dark
It promises dawn.

What’s good in mourning
If we neglect the living?
What’s good in missing
And the time we talked about life
More than we contemplated it
More than we lived it.

I don’t miss you any more
Or the time I
Abandoned you
Ridiculed you
What’s good in regretting
If we don’t do the current doings?
You taught the lesson
And then you were gone.
I’ve learned it and now
I must head for the new dawn.


For David

I’m glad we ended where we began. I am eager to go undigitalized and get drowned in sunset. Farewell.



For the Ocean You Gave Me to Explore

I am jealous with you
For the lonesomeness
You induce in me when you leave

Not much but enough
Like a damp cloth in a desert
Like the little push in the back
And somebody dares the bungee jump

The table didn’t turn
Only we have grown.

The breeze doesn’t bend the tree
It’s leaning on it.

The bat flies out of me
And turns into the night
And I can see clearly
The full moon rising high

The sky sometimes cries petals
Other time it laughs snow
Our swear words are impeccable
We keep hardships as our arrows

Still it is the same sky
That when I look up I know
You’re under it too and you might
See my trace in your life’s flow

Farewell and bon voyage
Over us the future beholds.


A Love Story

We met at a club, twice. The second time, we made out because it was the club vibe. In the end, we got to my home where we gradually grew fonder of each other. We then discovered that we shared the same birthday. I then discovered his name was on my watch. Another day, I crossed the whole city just to see his face and we discovered we met before. Several days later, he found the oblivion photos of us randomly taken a while back where we met for the first time. Fate, as it apparently shows, arranged us to bind and fall in love with each other. We talked in poetry.


I see
So subtly,
You call me weird.
you state
You don’t like me.


You were able,
To take something
seemingly so innocent,
And make it personal.
I could be annoyed,
But I feel it underscores your affection for me.
And I appreciate that.


For aesthetic purpose,
Mine was an underscore.
What thoughts of your own
Does that hyphen stand for?


In the case that
Someday far from this one
You should forget my name
My face
My very being
You can at least know
That someone with the letter T
As in triumph
Tender kindness
And togetherness
Once cared deeply about you


My watch bears your name;
Your face is chiseled on my brain.
I, the one with the letter V,
As in victory
Vibes and vivacity,
Solemnly swear that
In my heart forever you remain.


A walk down a cold street, in a world filled with characters that are, as of yet, meaningless to me.
Listening to music that has no feeling to it.
A smell present that I don’t even notice.
Trees that seem like nothing but skinny shadows.


I want to plant this memory in a garden!
In between Lilly of the valley and a bed of white grass.
Where I can stop and enjoy them when my feet pull me there.
A garden that I will keep pristine.

But I guess it will have to survive where it is now.
In between the Bald Mountain and the sound of my mother humming.

Wait for me there


Wait for me there.
The garden can be as marvelous as the mountain.
The trees can also give home to the fairies
And every time the wind blows past
It sings about us and our stories.


I couldn’t say 10 nice things.
Please don’t mistake this as an inability to confess kind thoughts or feelings about you;
Chalk it up to my upbringing
Or my culture
Or, what it really is, my shortcomings.
10 nice things is a lot.
It was hard for me to pick just 10
It was difficult to say:
Your generosity;
Your smile;
The way you say asshole;
The way you make me feel confident;
The way life seemed to force us together;
How time with you is effortless;
Sleeping naked with you is my favorite;
Your oral hygiene;
The little moans you make;
When you write me poems;
And just so it’s 110%,
The fact that you let me talk about anything and listen attentively.
Please never doubt how I feel about you.


You nearly made me cry.
But I won’t.
Because tears will dry,
But my feelings won’t.
I cherish each second I had with you.
And silently pray our next crashing into each other
Will make me, once again, live in your world.

Farewell to O.

Don’t Miss Me When You’re Gone

                                 For O.

Don’t miss me when you’re gone
Because you won’t.
Because I will and have already done.
Sadness should only exist
On one side of the world.

Don’t miss me when you’re gone.
Wednesday nights will be dark and cold.
Summer will pass and days get short,
So much as the empty space grows.

Don’t miss me when you’re gone.
The year was compassion,
Trust and frustration.
I’ve told you stories that
I couldn’t tell myself.
Things lose their weight
When shared with someone else.

You will have
Million nights to waste,
Million days to dawn,
Million people to love,
And million adventures to embark on.
So do I on a different side.
My best bid of goodbye
Is have you not miss me when you’re gone.



                    For me, you, O., J. and T.

I’m always thankful to July
For bringing me into this life,
And for all the tears that I’ve shed
When saying multiple goodbyes.

Are there any alternative futures,
In which we could be bound together?
So long, farewell my favorites!
Life, too, can be a feather.

Let there be flowers on the wall
And love, like knitwear, keep me warm;
Let the bunny don a creepy smile
And let my honest grin shine,

Cosmic Feelings


It would be much easier
If the world were flat.
I would stay on a boat
And sail to its end;
I’d let the stream carry me down the gulf
To see how it begins.



I face it,
A giant black hole.
Time and space,
Body and soul,
Love and hate,
Where would they go?
Such knowledge,
Only I’d know.



Of a sandy shore
Comes from pebbles that
Have been ground to their cores.
Such beauty lies in
The endurance it represents
And the time it transcends.



You were oxygen,
And I was the flame.
I burned out more than I could gain.
I return to Mars,
Where you no longer reign.
Adieu to both
Oxygen and flame.

These Days


The birds have flown away;
The white rose has waned;
Green are the leaves;
Blue is the pond.
The clouds prove the day;
On foliage light faints;
Curtains rain weaves
Excite the fronds.