If I am with you I’m completely yours Every breath Every heartbeat And every heartbreak Until my last breath. I am the forever girl The once-in-a-lifetime girl The one who would dedicate herself To support you Lift you up Be your shoulder Have your back…

Open your arms before your father Like the morning dew, fall drips of joy upon your hearts Open your ears before your mother Listen to the whispers from above For I have laid a room of life …for your steps alive  

Hey, kid! Your mum and I are best friends We used to talk about you a lot She loved you even before you were here telling me stories of what games she’ll play with you I told her, I’ll teach your kid guitar every kid…

The struggle of man waking up with the world sleeping the world before the sun The struggle of man showering in silence other than flowing water and shuffling feet Avoid the stroller in front of the door There’s the sun The struggle of man deep…

Disclaimer: This poetry contains melancholy, and depressing content. “Sailing through the cosmos, In the ship of stars, My life illuminated, By a few plastic lights, And distant stars, Never did I once think, My life would end, in such a melancholy way, But because of…

I was still mourning my mother when death visited again. He wanted to make my grief into a sentence, complex for me, a lover of simple words. Ugly man – It is proper for an ugly man to have a beautiful heart. In a dungeon…

A whirlwind force of nature, A raconteur of tall tales, A sharer of far too many things personal, And a possessor of the heartiest laughs.   An unerring nose for bargains, An eagle eye for unique sights, An instinct for always taking the road less…

Death   I only go to nice places for bad things And bad places for bad things still I will only be on beaches for blood and sorrow And to shoot outs for gunshots I will only see waterfalls for lost breath And only see…

Like the sand of the beach They are adorable and comely They are treasures They are pleasures They are worth more than the riches of this world   Children, you cannot have enough of them    

He comes to me sometimes. Every now and then, a tap on my shoulder, a whisper through the door. I remember watching the light dim in a cat’s eyes, smoothing his fur one last time, and turning to him. “Did he feel pain? Does he…