she’s a friend in textbook

but makes it hard to study

than to sew in up a zipper

on my broken plaid black hoodie.

mixtapes and underground bands

eyeliners and checkered vans.

and that’s all she ever knew…

her paper heart had meaning

of what’s something called love,

and what’s something called doom 

impending from above.

her tears fall down,

but i couldn’t shed.

it feels like a skeleton

beneath my bed.

if her’s is something i couldn’t win

then do i have anything to lose?

or maybe so,

her checkered shoes.

girl, is this north america?

‘cause i didn’t think i’ll find them here.

that orange pelt and squinty eyes

and wide li’l flappy ears.

i poked its nose so gently

and its squinty eyes partly closed

oh i wonder how you would’ve been

if i poke you on the nose. :)

but hey, didn’t i say before

you look so cute when you smile

and i couldn’t wait to see you ‘gain

even for just a while.

‘cause i find your laugh adorable

and your squinty eyes just so right

i wanna touch you, i wanna hug you

but please, just do not bite :P

‘cause the life came out of me

when you said you love me too.

even if there was no sound,

i could as real feel you

you struck me deep to heart, oh dear

and i will not forget- forgive

but i thank you for doing that,

now i have eight more lives to live.

i’d be nothing when i leave

‘cause i was nothing when i came.

i’d be joyful in new worlds

‘cause i was joyful just the same

it’d be forgotten. oblivous…

and it passes like the waves.

all whispers but echoing

in gorged caverns of caves.

… or so, i thought it was.

‘cause as i looked up the sky

constant and yet changing

the collage passes by.

“where shall things go

when better things pass?

where shalls first’s go

when first’s always last?”

i had a lot of time to compensate.

and a few time to feel true

i realized i was dreaming,

when i could’ve instead been with you.

i curse myself, repeatedly

for all the gently fled seconds

that brushed dust off the clock

as from faraway it beckons.

“come back to me”, it shouts

as it rises off the ground,

“stay by my side,

and not make a sound.

‘cause the world falls asleep

when voices float like a feather

and the world falls apart

when we’re not together…”

for just what can we do,

and just what can we be?

when all we’ve ever been

are birds of the same tree.

and the skies are tinted velvet,

and the lakes glow like glass.

i warmed myself in feathers

and tuned a silent jazz.

and it was everything therein,

peace and tranquil sound.

and the softy flub clouds

were stirring round and round.

i thought i felt complete, 

again in this quiet hide.

but if there is else i noticed then,

is that you’re by my side.

i pulled it out of my pocket,

and touched the sharp dark end.

blew the dust off the graphite pencil

until the figure of it bends.

i scratched it to down lightly,

like a feather touching breeze.

and it made a smile so softly

that i could hardly even breathe.

its lips moved slowly, and talked

with a voice so vague yet clear

it whispered “take me with you.”

that only i could hear.

‘cause i was in a drawing room

with a sketchpad under hand

and a pencil between my fingers

of some distnatly known brand.

what was i doing?

i was trying to draw your picture

but figured i could only fail

to see your face much clearer.

if only you were here, my love,

i’d be sketching a hundred blossoms

and thunder falling from above

and skies from top to bottom.

i’d draw the world as how you see it

and color it a shy azure

and i’ll let the earth see my lavender doodle

with your beauty that glints so pure

i’m the lighthouse that shines through the distance,

waving my arms to the sea

holding your ship with its sharp back end

pointing straight back to me.

you warmly hugged your ocean friends

like a blanket in the snow,

smiling with those radiant lips

as these summer winds they blow.

i’m the owl perched on the the conifer tree

just waiting for you to come out

and pass by the green walk pleasantly

as the evening moon glows about.

say, where am i? you don’t have to know

‘cause you know i’m by your side

and if ever you feel alone and scared

oh dear, don’t have to hide

i’m the third person,

the one behind the curtain. 

and you know so well that’s me.

so don’t you think that you’re alone

‘cause it’s yours i’ll ever be.

welcome to my little span of home,

oh little light in the dark.

i will cover you under my thin sheet blanket

and hold you close to heart.

‘cause this is a world that’s been lost 

and casted faraway through time.

glow, and glow softly just for me

‘cause i am yours and you are mine.

this is a lonely world, yes it is

voices echoing like the sound

but if there’s something i’ll ever be happy with,

it’s the glimmer i have found.

your faint faint radiance, gleaming through the plains

like a little candle in the night

and i will keep your fire burning through

and embrace you as you light

this quiet world where nothing exists

but nostalgia and black and blue.

if there’s something that makes me feel all better

oh dear, it would be you

evening, and the stars come out

and the moon that slowly sways

gleams through a mile of dark streets and evergreen

and the park bench where we stay.

there’s a swing over the small sandbox

with two seats for me and you,

we stir the night sky round and round

‘til the stars tincture the view.

i ask you with a faintful smile,

“do they ever fall down the crest?

‘cause i fell for you so many times

and even though, i tried my best.”

i held your hands with your fingers between mine

and whispered, “i love you so.”

i didn’t want anyone else to hear

but i wanted you to know…

my voice may be soft and weak at sound

but the one by my side is you.

so if i were to shout a million words,

i’d rather whisper few.

it’s been a long time since we’ve met each other… i will be of your acquaintance again. for how long? that’s something i don’t know, but i will, so best be prepared to take off this fool from the grounds of the earth.

dear people in tumblr, i’d be writing poems from here on then. feel free to visit my deviantart gallery also. because chances are i’d be publishing them there too.

thanks. i won’t ask for too much.