A Poem about You

I wanted to write a poem about you,

but I don’t even know much about you.

In it, I’d say that I love you,

but you’d say it’s not true

and it’s not true.
I want it to be true.
I do.
But, then again, I always do.
It’s always true.

What is true is I think I might be falling.
Your name my mind is calling,
and calling,
and calling.

My mind wants to tell you how I feel.
It wants to tell you this is real.
It’s real how I want you too to feel.
It’s not a reinvention of the wheel,
it’s just a feeling that’s real.
But you don’t see the appeal
and that’s what’s real
I feel. 

I wanted to write a poem about you,
but I couldn't write a poem about you.
A poem about you, you'd see right through.
And that won't do,
but that's what's true.

Runaway

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

Hey...

I've got a problem

letting people stick around.

As they creep in closer

I leave without a sound.

And I hate it, I've hurt 

so many along the way.

But it's how it goes

when you're a runaway.

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

Yeah..

When I was younger

I couldn't handle much.

I'd run far from home.

Me you couldn't touch.

Into a pool of trust,

I was scared to dive.

So I ran away from home

when I was barely five.

But it's how it goes

when you're a runaway.

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

So..

Now that I'm older

I don't run like I once did.

Well, run away for real

like I did when I was a kid.

I still get very wary

and hold trust from the start.

I still push people away

and break too many hearts.

But it's how it goes

when you're a runaway.

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

I'm tired of running.

With you I want to stay.

Please don't let me

keeping being a runaway.

Only in My Depictions

Years down the road when

I'm not longer traversing this earth,
scholars will pick up these poems.
As they read them they'll see
that a muse caught my heart
and my heart moved me to write.
Then, they'll study these poems
to discover this muse, which is you.
They'll try to paint your picture
from my words' paint drops.
They'll try to grasp your essence
from the image I've projected. 
Your image, which with words
I've tried to keep protected.
But they'll learn that they can't;
my words are only descriptions,
which are only my depictions
of how I perceive you as you.
But they aren't and never will be, you.
I try to preserve your independence,
your grandeur within this page
and within these many words,
but my mind's capacity can't
limit you to these confines.
So, study deep into these lines
but realize one thing as fact.
I may write about my muse
but not even I, the writer,
can concoct an image that will 
ever keep her reality intact.

Ten Years (Calypso)

Ten years I've sailed the

seven seas for love of two.

Ten years I sailed for love of sea;

Ten years I sailed for love of you.

Ten years I sailed without a pulse,

my heart locked in your chest.

Ten years I sailed through wind and

rain determined to conquer your quest.

Ten years I sailed with hopes of land

and you alone for just one day.

I longed for love that you could give

but you failed to ever come my way.

Ten years, Calypso, I've called your

name, leading dead souls with oars.

Ten years you didn't rescue me

but my heart will forever be yours.

Your Essence Intrigues Me

I'm intrigued by your essence.

Your essence feeds my soul.

My soul, which is hungry.

Hungry to find fullness.

Fullness it finds through you.

You, the mysterious one.

One, but to me much more.

More than what society says.

Society says you're none.

None because you're you.

You're you and not they.

They, who control beauty.

Beauty is what they don't know.

Know is what they perceive true.

True is not fact, but their opinion.

Their opinion is so messed up.

Messed up by years of corruption.

Corruption that has missed you.

You, who follows your own rules.

Rules set by you, not by they.

They want to tear you down.

Down to their lower level.

Their lower level, they control.

Control the minds of we.

We are weak; you found strength.

Strength to be happy and smile.

Smile wide and be full within you.

You spread the fullness to me.

Me who yearns for you.

You who I'm intrigued by.

I'm intrigued by your essence.

Mouth Sealed, Never Healed

I think I may miss you

without knowing you at all.

Your smile pierced my soul

and I knew then I'd fall.

I don't even know you

but yet your aura shines.

You could brighten my darkness

if you'd only take the time.

Maybe if I took the time,

I could make you all mine.

But wait, darling, I don't

want to make you all mine.

I don't want to possess you,

take your liberty, and confine.

I just want our spirits to intertwine.

But I let you walk away moments

after you smiled my way.

Now I can't help but think

about you with each new day.

And it's my fault I miss you,

I kept my mouth sealed.

Now this wound I'm left with,

this achy desire,

may never be healed.

I miss you.

But I don't know you.

But I want to.

Forever more.

Lost at Sea

The waves are crashing;
They're crashing over me
and I'm barely treading water.
But I'm still breathing,
deeply. With this breath
more precious than the last.

This water is volatile.
I can't predict its waves.
It's shakier than my hands
and I'm swimming for my life,
alone. All alone
but I chose this predicament.

A boat floated near me.
Your hand protruded the side.
You urged me to take it,
but I chose not to see,
blindly. And I've been
slowly sinking ever since.

The Darkness

Stuck in the darkness

searching for some light.

Hoping you'll guide me

through my recent plight.

Praying you'll save me

and all will be alright.

Is it so wrong of me

to only seek you at night?

To be fine in the calm

but flustered in the fight?

I just want your light;

I just need your light.

It's so dark at night.

Been wandering too long

in search of your soul.

This journey called life

has taken its toll.

The fee has been steep;

my pocket has a hole.

Why do I feel half

when I should feel whole?

Am I really missing much?

What is it you stole?

Keep searching for your soul;

I just need to find your soul.

It's so hard to feel whole.

I keep on shouting.

I'm screaming your name.

The darkness drowns me

and the light never came.

I hear no echo, echo.

My shouting is in vain.

Is this where I am now?

Am I never to be the same?

Still seeking the light;

isn't that quite a shame?

I keep shouting your name;

I keep screaming your name.

But you never came.

The Choice We Choose to Complicate

Weight of the world on my shoulders.
Chest clutching; breaths are harder.
Is this how it feels to get a little older?
Uncertainty creeps around every corner,
but it's time now to get a little bolder.

Thoughts keep racing through my brain
then others add their own two cents.
And all I want is to try and stay sane
while projecting the saneness to you,
but with influences it's hard to maintain.

I want to do right every single time.
When I trip I feel like I must've failed.
It's hard to remember mistakes are fine
so long as I learn from their lessons
and realize that these mistakes are mine.

Life is no storybook; the ending's unclear,
but it's up to you to keep trying. For you'll
never know success unless you persevere.
It's a simple choice we choose to complicate:

Happiness or for our failures a constant tear

Master Plan

It kills me that I can't save her.
It fills me with sadness and anger.
She shuns me, telling me lies
but I can see the pain in her eyes.

It kills me that I can't be her rock.
It stills me when I can't break her lock.
She tells me it'll all be okay
but I know life gets harder everyday.

One day, I'll master my master plan
and my superwoman will have her superman.

The Day I Met You

I close my eyes
and you're all I see.
My thoughts, my dreams,
my reality.

When you're far,
my poor heart aches.
It's yours, protect it,
for goodness sakes.

Nobody more real,
no vision more true.
I learned to be happy
the day I met you.

Lost in my dirty mind,
it's time to come clean.
If my heart was a school

you would be its dean.

The Truest Crime

I'm in my head

but out of my mind.

You keep asking,

give me a sign.

I wish I could

stop on a dime.

And then drop

the right line,

but I'm lost in

these thoughts of mine.

And the answer is

lost in time.

It sends chills

down my spine

because I know

this isn't fine,

but for now I 

can only rhyme,

which seems like

the truest crime.

In a Burning Room, We Danced

It's a slow dance.
We've been doing it for some time.
You sway and I turn,
But we can't move while intertwined
And it burns me inside.

Music moves our feet
While our hearts stand still.
This dance can't end,
But we must dig deep to find the will;
We lost the thrill.

We have it all;
That's what we used to say.
Now my two left feet
Keep getting in the way
And the room crumbles.

In this dance
I hope that I can implore you
To move closer
And see how much I adore you.
I can't ignore you.

But I can't ignore
the smoke from the flame.
It saddens me
That this dance won't be the same.
We are doomed.

You spin out
and don't spin back to me.
This beautiful dance
has turned to a catastrophe.
How can it be?

We are going down
and there is no stopping now.
In a burning room,
we danced to the wrong vow;
Now take a bow.