Love looks not with the eye but with the mind,

And is therefore winged Cupid painted blind.

– Shakespeare

Poetic Beginnings

I started writing poetry in high school. I was a quiet, introverted kid with far too much time on my hands so I immersed myself in books and literature. By far, what captivated me the most was rhymes. Soon after, I started penning my own and it became an escape into a fantasy land that I'd created myself.
I started writing poetry in high school. I was a quiet, introverted kid with far too much time on my hands so I immersed myself in books and literature. By far, what captivated me the most was rhymes. Soon after, I started penning my own and it became an escape into a fantasy land that I’d created myself.
Of everything I’ve done, I’ve no regrets.

The sun of our memory never sets.

Although we weren’t perfect, I was happy and content.

For a brief while, I was convinced you were heaven sent.

Countless times I’ve wished upon countless stars in shooting skies
Only to realise miracles are nothing but star-spangled lies

 

Life Goes On

I’m not sure when it all began
That pivotal moment of change
It’s pointless to try understand
A world so strange.

Fairy tales are not written for me
And failure comes at no surprise
I cannot defy the gravity
Of Love’s demise.

I look to others with a green-eyed envy
Wishing I too can be master of the Art
My dreams are rejected, instead I carry
A broken heart.

Alone and wary this warm October eve
I glance up but there’s no star to wish upon
My inside is crushing, still, I make-believe
that life goes on.

[quote]To see a world in a grain of sand  and heaven in a wild flower  hold infinity in the palm of your hand  and eternity in an hour [/quote]
To see a world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wild flower
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour

Sonnet

Dark murderous clouds loom over my head,
I walk on roads where angels fear to tread.
Enveloped in a mist of midnight chill
The night’s just begun; my breath I hold still.

I look to the ageless Nox and bemuse
This sordid misfortune and its abuse.
The cards are dealt, my fortune is at war;
What I used to take for granted, no more.

Fingers brush against the broken compass.
Heart beats in panic, I cannot dismiss
The suffocating feeling of being
Lost. My courage is rapidly fleeing.

Introspectively I pause, and wonder
If there will be rainbows post the thunder.

Soliloquy

I often find myself in search of meaning.
In my increasingly irrational existence,
Knowing too much is a dangerous thing.
I fear I’ve succumbed to resistance.
If only ignorance can be disguised as bliss,
I would gladly spend my life unaware
of the many treasures and happiness
resting beyond my reach somewhere.

Instead, every morn I wake and face
a monotonous eight to five scene.
I wish I have the power to replace
the sun, moon, and all that’s in between.
Imagine in a parallel universe
where mistakes are few and petty;
I won’t be subject to loneliness’s curse
and misfortune is but a hyperbole.

It is time to put life under review
and reflect whether this is truly for me.
Am I strong enough to push through
the sorrow of this soliloquy?
Or will the Will fizzle and burn,
and see my efforts in vain –
lest fortune’s wheels never turn
once in my favour again.

Short 'n Sweet

I can’t eat or drink or sleep.
A forever December I can’t keep.
I’m terrified that a love like this
In this lifetime won’t repeat.
Lying next to you, our fingers intertwined;
wondering if you believed that love was blind.
Despite my efforts I cannot win
This game of chance, my patience runs thin
The only winning move is not to play
Foreveralone is where I stay