I am wide awake when everyone is resting;
The stillness of the night breaks my thoughts of you.
Your silence and numbness I wish would caved in,

I'm losing myself in your wrath of hate and revenge,
I must let you go though it tore me apart,

You've crushed my heart to pieces,
I have to set free from the misery.

Speckles in my eyes obscured my clarity,
Like the droplets of tears that’s flowing so carefully.
A barren heart consoling for surviving,

This delicate spirit is slowly dissolving.
I must go on and repressed these memories,
Like the kindered souls who stood bravely,
Against the anguish of their asperity.

Death, How do you define it?
Is it Websters meanings or simply in plain Jane's?

How do you describe the feelings of loss?
When all you've got are silence and tears?

How do you reconcile the gap?
When you don't have the chance to fill it anymore?

How can you justify the harshness in this world,
That a wonderful and kind person had gone through?

How do you say you care and love them?
When it should have been told then?

Actions and reactions,
Raw, unrehearsed emotions,
Right or wrong,
Pictures who we are.

Gyrating, repulsing,
Twisting tiny and healthy curves or frame in the crowd.
Sweaty men and women close to my body.
Blaring, rhythmic, pulsating sound emitted to everyone.
We are captured in a movement called DANCE.

When you feel like you can't talk about your deepest emotions.
I am here without limitations and boundaries.

When rejections are intolerable,
I will accept you regardless of your flaws.

Whenever you want to cry don't hold back,
I have a tissue ready for you in my hand.

When you feel like the world endlessly spins you in the wrong direction,
I will help you steer and navigate.

When you want to self destruct,
with all your strength and mine we will make it stop.
When love hurts, step back and let me cuddle the pain until its gone.

Destitute? Contemplative? or simply Gratified?

It's an inconceivable mood so hard to extinguish at the moment.

Observant I may, of the passers by,

while I sip my cup of coffee,

against the elements of conversing, busy populace.

Am I timid to talk?

Probably not enjoying this sunny, brisk,

Mid-morning month of May.

You are my breath of sanity,
When I am lost in my world of disharmony.

The trails of my tears are nonsense,
The thorns in my heart are blunt,
When I see traces of happiness in your face.

Dear friend,

You asked me if I have time to have a cup of coffee or have a couple of hours to talk
to you tonight or this weekend. You told me, you had been introspective and introverted. You proceeded to apologized for your ego maniacal attitude after my repeated emails, text messages and phone calls. Then you thank me for my persistence.

My friend, I was trying to overcome the same demons you were fighting these last few days. I was faltering in my steps just to sustain from day to day survival, I was just as weak as you but I decided to be get up for the both of us.

Things may not be emotionally tolerable at the moment. Let us burn the our minutes to hours, drink cafe latte until were wired like mutant monkeys. Let's discuss about our heartaches and displeasure about someone or everyone.

We are going to be there for each other incessantly, especially when one of us is at the brink of losing this momentary sinkhole. We can’t give up on this fight no matter how battered we feel.

You or I are made to survive this pain.

Her frail fingers reached the medicine by her side.
No family, friends or pals stopped by.
Her face shuns the brightness of light.

White gowns of nurses and doctors
In and out of her room.
They flow like the hospital apparatus,
that her room galores
Hot plate of green beans, potatoes and chicken,

A handful of flavors, she tastefully savors.
The television livens her mornings and noons,
Soap operas, game shows to Oprah,
Of commercials and news her only companion.

I wish I have the chance to show you the mornings that only my eyes appreciate.

I wish I could hold your hand until I fall asleep as my head
rested on your chest.

I wish I could make you notice the way you illuminate my days with just your smile.

I wish I could make you see you are the inspiration that I survive.

I wish I you know that one kiss from you will make my heart cease from beating.

I wish that I could paint my love for you that you never knew.

I wish to have you as mine but its all yours to decide.

Its been days that I have been fighting this turmoil,
Pounding endlessly in my head,

Bitterness and wickedness shroud my thoughts.
Eyes areswollen and dry from perpetual crying.

Its rough to fake the smiles.
The malady of my pain is beating.

Alone in the midst of the undertakings.
Nighttime accompany me in struggles and battles.

Questions, fear, uncertainty surrounds this
humble brain of mine.

Am i right, am I wrong?
Can anyone show me what's going on?

Do I have to ride this rush and find out
what the journey leads up to?

Risk is something a faint of heart might
not want to encounter.

We always risk a lot of things every
waking hours in this lifetime.

Reaching and attaining your dreams
runs a gamut of decisions to indecisions.

Would you like to ride that roller coaster
with me and see where these challenges is taking you and me?

Watching the moon that looks so beautiful this morning this I don't mind going to work at 6am. My text message to my friend who might have been in his deep sleep when his phone vibrated underneath his pillow. "Your a hopeless romantic" that was his reply to me with a smiley face at the end of his message.

Is it wrong for me to notice these little things? Is it abnormal for someone get pleasure out of simple things rather than the grand materials in life? Like a slice of good cheesecake with a swirl of fine melted chocolates is enough to calm my hyperbolic nerves.

A hot cup of java, flavored or not with a hint of cream can start my day like its my first taste. The slapstick, stupid movies that make me laugh like I'm near convulsion. The roomful smell of fresh baked bread emanating in the oven makes my knees weak.

Is it wrong to be this shallow when it comes to happiness?
Is this normal to be excited on little things that most of us don't appreciate?

What seems to be the melodramas of my life was nothing but a simple dirt in this field of regrets, turmoil, compassion, love and other complications.

In the end, I question the same query that everyone dare not ask and if they do only a few could answer with certainty. What is the purpose of your life in this world?

Why are we here? Are we to be complaisant of what is supposedly good and moral or surly/disagreeable of what is wrong and unrighteous? I believe I'm here on earth for the purpose of learning and knowing that the path of Life is difficult.

And that I will encounter other humans that have lost their compassion and love due to the traumatic past or hurtful memories and amidst of all these I have to remain in harmony with them.

There are times when it seems like my world is caving in and swallowing me whole but when I think about other people had it worse than mine I feel a sense of compassion.It only takes one incident, word, smile that one can have a big impact or significance on someone.

There's no knowing how one change someone's attitude or perception until the right moment happens.

I met you on a day that was extraordinary.
Mild January weather in Nebraska seemed unfounded.
The array of strangers that were present were unnoticeable.
Then I thought about what you said so eloquently with the phrase.
“It must be fate that we met today, I usually don’t take this route but some for reason I did”. What a pick up line I said to myself with a grin.

I looked at you and I sensed sincerity when you said “you have such lovely brown eyes that matches your jet black hair so perfectly well and your smile makes me so comfortable talking to you” Where you’re from, your name and other typical questions? Then our conversation went on and everything around us seemed just walls that it didn’t care. But time eludes us to know more of each other it was time for me to go. You told me that one day we’ll meet again in another time and another circumstance but for now it’s was nice to meet you.