Calm and coolness rocks in, sattle pain that makes me fringe
The fog around me is so dense, i tense with every step i take
The cold brings a certain type of calm
I shiver, it moves through every inch i call mine
The goosebumps now form, causing a dump feeling in my chest
My body is now numb, no feeling, no emotion
It just feels empty, but the tears on my face betray that
My body shakes agreeing with the drops that are now frozen
I cough loud enough to hide the fact that i want to scream so loud
This is y i love the cold, it tends to cover up all those flaws , all those emotions
It simply and so satisfyingly Numbs you
Every step i take in this cold foggy weather seems to be wrong one
Now craving for the warmth, but fear pulls me back
I do want in, into the warm cosy home i can see light up in the dark
But home, the home i called mine, the place I felt safe
The place i belonged slipped right out of my fonger tips
Closing my eyes, inhaling the cool air
I freeze into the dark
Isoi🐾🐾 🦋

The many faces, increasing the paces in life

In the middle of the mess, so confusing

Pulled in both directions, cracks my head up

Taking a side step and walking so close at the edge

The streets, looking so dark, dangerous

All I can see, are the daring few!

The side walk, so cramped up

So many people,

 Squeezing, hitting, meeting.

But it really seems like a safer place, no danger in not being in the lime light

For many, its a safe haven, no struggle to improve, just stuck in one moment, one place, one position.

Taking such small calculated steps, for fear of failure that of danger that calls, beckons so loud

For those taking steps on the side walk, most of their heads are hung low, except for the curious few who look out on the streets with such desire and curiosity

But those on the streets, even with immense danger, walk with pride, head held high up

I mean, they deserve it , they were courageous enough to come out of the small cramped cage they had been in

Walking at the edge, desiring yes, the streets

Yet what my mind and heart allow, Is a small cramped space

Hoodie up, head hung low, I join the side walk

So many faces, few small paces in life

That is my reality, I would rather keep a low profile in my safe haven, where, am but a stranger

Than to a fantasy which is a world so dangerous, that I would get lost

Cramped up

Squeezed in

Lost into the crowd!!

Gasoline, awakanes the fire in me

Bursting out into such beautiful flames, yet there is so much danger in that

That which for some reason attracts me, reflecting so bright in the dark, a deep desire

It ignites something that cannot be controlled

In my eyes it is so breathtaking that it takes my breath away

Leaving me breathless

Non stop, keeps showing up in every place

The bad calls me out so loudly, no rejection seen there

The good hidden, does not avail itself, no acceptance there though

The burn, creating burns that will definitely hurt later on

The sweetness though, overtaking all the pain

Ripples through every inch i call mine

For a moment there i felt that i belonged

Home is what i was close to calling it

As the fire reaches and touches me skin deep

Hits me with a big bang

Blows up so fast in my entire, mine

The struggle to try and leave is a painful one

The process to go back is filled with regret

Tiring, breaking me, a mess

A mess that now cannot be rectified

Looking at the sunset

The rays of light so beautifully displayed across the sky

My eyes follow the simple motion, its warmth touching my very delicate skin

I was sitting next to a boy

And i could tell his eyes were also fixated at the sunset

But instead of seeing a bright face, his eyes were tearing and his face was filled with so much sadness

In that very moment, I realized that ones eyes

Ones sight

Ones perspective of a situation differs from one being to another

To each, his own perspective

A different shade in the rays of light

I might see a sheep, he will see a wolf

I see anger, she will see so much love

I will see happiness, they will all see bitterness, sadness, pain

Everyone’s eye carries a different spectrum

Marking every situation

Every sight different

It will translate differently to the mind , body and soul

But why then do many

Insist on looking through another persons eyes

His being fully functional?!

That not being able to trust what you see and perceive such self hate

I mean, why not take pride in how you see things

Build up an ego so large only you can control what your eyes take in

Your eye, has such simplicity, it can do amazing things

Just take the time and actually see how far it can take you

Scribbling down my words on a piece of paper

Many say i look like a mad poet

One with no flow, one whose words are out of place

Yes my words may be jumbled up

They may lack , the touch

But i am not one to write what is rehearsed or edited

I am one to pour out whatever am feeling at the moment

And that is done with no fear

The uniqueness in that is the passion that speaks for itself when you read the poem

The other day i had a cup of coffee with reality,

It had been a while since we had a conversation or kept in touch

She said to me,

“You are lost my dear friend

Your too far in for me to reach out to you

To deep for me to get in and pull you out

You forgot about the connection we shared

The regular conversations we used to have

The check ups you needed from time to time for me to put you on point

You made friends with my enemy fantasy, i felt betrayed

At first glance it looked to good to be true

I thought I taught you well enough, equipped you with enough truths

But he enticed you with all your desires, your weakness, all you ever wanted

Even if dreams are valid, you need a bit of the real sense to awaken the right path you need to take

You got too close to fantasy, i had warned you of the damage he could cause

And now i cant do nothing to help you

Your stuck in a state that only you can snap yourself out off.”

As i sipped my cup of coffee

I wondered if I really wanted to dream more or awaken to the real world around me

Divided between truth and lie………..

The feeling, mutual

The tingling sensation, definitely just me

The lingering around, might be coincidental

Tensing every moment our eyes meet, our hands touch, unexpected

Falling deep into our thoughts, separate

Having regard for the other, respect

Not knowing what is right in front of us, stupidity

Dragging the other down , stepping on their ego, selfish

But considering the other, selflessness

Might i be suggesting, this is what goes down to each one

To each one his own……..

The strong passion

The deep desire seen in their vision

Arouses each part of their bodies

Bringing them to a lack of sense

A space written only for the two

With each movement brings more cravings

The balance between the two sparks colours full of love

No limits

No judgment

Just them

The requirement felt that will not justify their feeling that is engraved deep down

Their bodies move in sync , allowing themselves to be drown in

Deeper into a world not spoken of

Each arousal brings forth utter peace

No hurt

Just the combination of two who crave for love in their own little way……