An Ode To My Muse

Waves of black smoke wallowed into the room where I dwell in solitude. I hear your voice resembling the echoes of thundering cannons fired from a distance. I lay motionless on a bed of carefully crafted thorns, my mind wandering in the dark, revisiting the rustic cottage where I kept all my memories of you. I will always run back to you for comfort, for strength, for inspiration. You will forever be my muse.


Invoking My Muse

Where oh where are you my beloved muse?

I cannot bleed words if you stubbornly hide yourself in the darkest abyss. I invoke you, my beloved muse. Come show yourself and end this longing. Put a stop to this yearning. It is time, my love. I need you. Oh yes, I do need you to guide me and offer words of wisdom, of faith, of love.

You, my muse is the key to opening the safe that holds all words sacred and real. Come to me now and help me spill ink. Make these words soaked in tears become visible on parchments. Let me write again.

Let me write of love, let me write of pain. 

My love, let me write of you again.


Darkest Hours

I loved you at your darkest hours.

Your immensity scared me because I know that I couldn’t trust myself to stay away from you. I patiently listened to your crashing waves as I tried to decipher your thoughts in utter failure. It was cold and chilly. The soft blows of the wind made me shiver. Everything about you is was just so wickedly beautiful.

Sometimes, I’d get lost in the moment and drown in nostalgia. It is was pure bliss. But you mean nothing to me now.


The Unfinished Chapter

He scribbled words of love on the empty pages of her life but little by little they all became hollow, devoid of meaning. Her tears washed away the stains of the broken promises but the traces of ink stubbornly refused to disappear completely. A part of him will always be on those pages. She was left with no choice but to tear them off and with a heavy heart, she crumpled the torn pages but she could not bring herself to throw them away. She held the wrinkled papers close to her chest for a minute, a brief sixty-second that felt like eternity. He will always be that missing part, that unfinished chapter and she will forever remember how happy she was when he was the one who made her heart beat, the words soaked in tears will bring her back to the time when he was the man she fell in love with.


The Thief, The Prisoner And The Vagabond

Like a thief in the night, you have surreptitiously entered the premises of my heart and invaded my soul. You took every single fragment of hope I had.

Like a prisoner in the darkest dungeon, I have given in to your desires. I have handed you every little piece of me but those were not enough and they will never be.

Like a vagabond, a wandering beggar with no home to call his own, love has roamed around leaving dirty foot prints on both our pavements.


Do you know what it feels like to hurt all the time?


I have been cut and bruised a thousand times. The scars of yesterday have found their way to my flesh, engraved for eternity. Marks of agony imprinted on my supple, delicate skin. I have fallen rock bottom over and over.

Hurt is more than just a word, it is a feeling that has never left my heart, my mind, my soul.