Girls Don't Cry

“Turn your face and wipe those tears”,

Papa said to me.

“Girls don’t cry.”

“You don’t cry, my love.

You don’t shed those tears for those
not worthy of it.

You don’t cry a waterfall
For those who don’t say your name
With the same honor as you do.

Girls don’t cry
You don’t cry away nights,

For things that were never meant to stay.
You don't owe anyone anything,
and you dont have to do what they say.

But most of all

You don’t cry for anyone
Because you are sui generis

Your tears are not worth the
jeers and the mockery.

Girls don’t cry

For your smile, they do not deserve
if they can’t love you for you.”

He holds me in his arms
and looks me in the eye
and says,
“You are more than what you think you are.
You are the past, present and future.
You are my poetry and my story,
you are the words I chose to write my life in
you are your mother’s skin and my bones
you are the pearl hidden in the oyster.
Seize the moment, dear child.
For if you are afraid of falling,
then don’t paralyze yourself,

Don’t be paralyzed!
for we are all murderers
in a victimless crime.
Fall, fall, fall,
and  the stars will catch you in their infinite fabric of time.
And I will catch you if you falter in your climb.”

I wiped my tears and after that,
I never cried.
I vowed to him
that I will emerge victorious
Maybe bruised, maybe cut
Maybe sunburnt,
maybe hurt,
But, I swear,
I will emerge victorious
through this illusionary snare.

Imbroglio

Where have all those days gone?

When we wove blankets of dreams

and slept in them,

dreaming of only happiness and

chewing gum.

Where is it lost?
maybe in all those years of mundane living,

where all we heard was lies

to evil we were unwary,

evolving from diamonds

to people with dark hearts

but a countenance placid. 

Placed in this imbroglio

closed in by walls of structure,

those bubbles of dreams

pricked by the pin of doubt,

they ruptured.

Where did we lose ourselves?

maybe in those numerous streets we walked,

with dark alleys on one side

and bright lights on the other,

where survival stripped us naked

of our dreams

and all we had left were

trench coats and bad decisions.

A Tell-Tale Song

I take my pen
and write this down,
a melody
a tell tale song
I wish you're here
to read this now
this one's for you
so hear this out,
how your thoughts
plague me night and day
your voice
your touch
those happy days
I used to be a locked up box
but now you seem to have the key
I've opened up
you opened me?
But this strange feeling
grabs my throat
its unfamiliar
and all unknown
I shrivel up
I've become cold
but then you come
I fear no more
But alas,
a petty coward am I,
I wrap my feelings
in shadowed lies
unable to come and tell the truth
that I only wish
you love me do.

Note: Oh good God! What is wrong with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I wish you knew (yet another experiment)

She looked at him,
as if he was real
but he was
was a chimera after all?
She tried to touch him
but he was only her imagination
after all?
"Give up"
she said to herself
here I am miles away
wishing he would know
how I feel?
Never felt love before
how can I tell?
to think from the heart
or to bind myself
to the realms of possibility
Pragmatism?
She looked at his vision
as he began to fade away,
she pursed her lips and said
"I wish you knew."

Note: Too many poems with a lot of feelings eh? :P please bear with me :D Hahaha

Blessings

Blessed I am
for mother & father
who went through the shadows
to lead me to the light
Blessed I am
for the little black hound
who though majestic & proud
plays around
Blessed I am
for the beauty of the world
offering happiness
even when cloudy above
For friends who love
and bring out our shine
for strangers
though anonymous
make us believe
with little acts of kindness
in a big way
or a small one maybe?

Order no. unknown~ Verse First

Food?
Ay caramba!
Do we eat to live?
or live to eat?
the latter's more true
Damn! I feel 'em blues
when I wait at the cafe
with a book in hand
face hidden behind it,
eyes following the waitress
carrying a plate of brownies
in one hand,
the eyes follow her around
like a tiger targeting the prey
laying low on the ground.
she passes me once
Twice
Thrice!
and there she comes
with a silly smile on her face
she sets down the plate on the table
and now I can eat with panache & grace.

This one's supposed to be humorous. Hope it's good enough!

Verse First ~ Half & Half

The camera sits in his hand,

as it shuts its eye on the wonders

that surround his vicinity

There stands the girl,

standing there like a work of art

it shuts its eye on the beauty

There stands the photographer

looking at her picture wondering

when he'll catch her sight again.