This life seems
so comparatively dull
when I look up at the night sky
and see your face in the stars.
Original Poetry
Ceaseless Tides
Original PoetryWe’re ceaselessly
battling to adapt to
the aching fear of
loneliness standing before us.
Reading You
Original PoetryAnd with every poem I read,
it’s you I see between the lines.
To Feel, or Not To Feel?
Original PoetryHe used to feel things so deeply,
yet on the day he left me
he felt nothing at all.
The Life of a Poet
Original PoetryWhen the world is silent
our thoughts couldn’t be
louder.
Bitter Kiss
Original PoetryYour name was on the tip of my tongue
when he asked
“why the bitter taste?”
after he kissed me.
A Middle Eastern Sunrise
Original PoetryI felt you in the Eastern sunrise
just as I felt you in the Western sunset,
but you weren’t there.
I saw you in the overlapping mountain peaks
and in the layer of mist caressing the snow-capped tips,
but you still weren’t there.
I sensed you in the mid-winter breeze
as it lashed it’s claws onto my skin
but you weren’t there next to me.
How can one be everywhere
without being anywhere at all?
Everywhere and In Between
Original PoetryI see you in between the metaphors
and rhymes on the pages before me.
and rhymes on the pages before me.
I feel your presence in the
ink as it leaves my pen;
I taste you in between my teeth
as I whisper the words before me.
You’re everywhere
and in between.
The Day After the Storm
Original PoetryEven after a thunderstorm,
the sun will shine
and we’ll go home
and it will be
okay.
Sometime in October
Original PoetryThe words that leave his mouth,
God, I swear
I’ve read them before.
But they’re entirely
unwritten.
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