Myself

You were the reason my stories started, you brought upon my voice and its cadence

I may be a pain to be with, but in the end, we were always both at ease

I'm a nightmare and I'm better awake because when I am, there's you

But I'm afraid that I'm only a cure for your broken heart and nothing more

But there it still was---love

I've always boasted about how almost everyone has fallen for me

But I'm a fool, because I'm the one who has uncontrollably fallen for you

I tell you; this is the last thing I would ever want to feel

But just like any other boy, every whisper from my heart remained sealed

I’ve fallen for you, and I’m the biggest fool of all

You don’t want that, so this shall be my last call

My dear, you are the meaning between the lines, and you're the poem itself

But you were my best friend, I was afraid, so I kept the truth all to myself

I have always loved you

But refused to acknowledge it.

You watched me be with others,

Feeling but never really loving

I watched you be with others,

Giving but never really caring.

You are always here

Even though I run away.

You have seen every heartbreak

That I try to breeze through.

You are more than enough

And that's the problem.

I fear that loving you now

Means leaving you in the end.

But I want to stay.

So if it means

Doing anything

But showing you I love you,

I will do it.

When the pain's too much to bear,

I hope you know that I do care.

I Know

Joma

We’ve spent quite some time together

From our classes in school

To the local ice cream parlor

But I never know you’d be a fool

A dunce

And all

To drop me clues

To me, to fall

The codes you have sent

I have cracked them well

To choose to stumble with full intent

I am not heartless or cruel

It’s just that I have known all along

That loving once more is wrong

Years of loving have taught me

That love is one sick fraudulent story

It is a path to your destroying

And leads to nothing but an ending

I was hurt for so long

There wasn’t anything but be strong

Now you must know

I know of your misery and sorrow

It’s too late to be saying this

But I wish I did a better job

Of showing you the red light

Now you’re tired and hopeless

I’m sorry for causing you distress

If only there’s a stop button you could press

To stop your loving

To stop your hurting

My heart’s hurt, too

But I cannot love you

Let’s now stop this game of falling

And chasing

Am I still making sense?

Forgive me

But I cannot love you

We lived happily ever after,

That we would say.

But we'll have everyone know,

It wasn't always that way

A fairy tale it is,

From baby steps to growing old,

Like a book, life is,

Chapter by chapter, a story to be told.

The first chapter is always the best.

Where the prince first meets the princess

Clothed in crowns and intricate dresses

While talking beneath the light of a chandelier

As they dance the classic waltz,

Or maybe in shorts, t-shirts, and worn-out slippers

While sharing food and playing mindless games

Under a fort made for two.

The first chapter is always the sweetest.

But stories don’t always go as planned.

There comes a time when princes become kings

And princesses become queens.

They need to make decisions for the kingdom

With the weight of other’s lives on their crowns.

Or maybe to get the perfect report card, degree, or job

With the thought of their future in mind

Somehow that one night in the ball had to be forgotten,

Or the games they played were just that: games.

Life got in the way of writing this fairy tale.

But somehow unfinished stories find an ending.

A king is always better with a queen he loves, and vice versa.

We got past the wretched witches and villainous traitors,

Like how we got past the distance and waning proximity.

We danced the waltz under different chandeliers

And played games where we may have lost each other,

But somehow our feet led us back to that first ball

And the same old fort made for two.

This story was never meant to be left hanging.

All we needed was a little more time

To get past the climax and find the right plot,

To find the best words and edit the chapters,

So that we could finish the story we wrought.

Look at us now,

We live a life so sublime.

And we believe this all started,

Once upon a time.

The echoes of imagination

Bring forth our fascination

So we continue in our sleep those that are in too deep

While tomorrow’s sun creeps, we scavenge what’s left

The thoughts of tomorrow in yesterday’s mind

From a place that’s surreal but not too hard to find

The fragments of visions which we have woven

We live our talking dreams when our eyes open

But how can we walk these lines when we’re scared?

And what begets these hollow signs that we share?

Should we be afraid to deviate from the normal and the rest?

When in our dreams, every single thing is at its best?

The time to live our tomorrows starts right now

And now is the time for us to make this special vow:

We’d dream and live it—

Live this dream called life without limits

The chords of life may be sharp or flat,

May be a major or minor sound.

Whether it's happy or sad,

Great music is what we've found.

The rhythm of laughter is heard in different ways,

With different titles, different names.

But as the people's laughter plays,

We are all just the same.

The beats of love make our hearts start racing.

"Whose beat is faster, though?"

No matter. Wise people know,

It should be the harmony we're after.

Let life strum the chords,

As laughter's rhythm storm.

And by the beats of love that pacify,

A harmony is formed.

A feeling, a thought,

To actions it will burst,

Affecting one or a million,

But it’s one at first.

A single person, at first,

Who wants to start a family.

With the right person and time,

A family tree.

A single person, at first,

In whose mind is a picture.

With this instrument of change,

He took us to the future.

A single person, at first,

Stood out, spoke up,

Said something moving,

Then the world woke up.

A feeling, a thought,

To actions it will burst,

Affecting one or a million,

But it’s one at first.