i love a bird

I am in love with a bird. My bird loves me too.

But it’s a bird and I don’t know when it would fly to never come back

My love gives the bird an anchor a sky a tree to come back.

But my bird cares about the other birds that don’t have a tree

I only have one tree, my bird has thousands of places to be.

My bird comes back to me no matter how far she flies,

I send my leaves to her every time she takes a while.

I love my bird so much that sometimes I hate my roots.

I am in love with a bird. My bird loves me too.

I want to fly with my bird but I also want to remain as this tree for her to rest.

I miss my bird but I trust my love.

I question my bird enough for her to know I care.

I hold my bird enough for her to not hate my hand.

People see my bird flying in the sky unaware that the bird loves this tree and its roots.

My bird carries an important piece of me everywhere it flies.

I believe in my bird and her flights.

I am in love with a bird. My bird loves me too.

About a few Noises

​When I look at a women, I see colours 

When I look at a man I see black and white.

Elderly women still wear colours 

But after a certain age men typically stick to white shirts and black bottoms.

When I look at a man in his eyes while he sits across the room I see him begin to improvise his body language in a way he thinks might be impressive.

When I let a women know that I am looking at her she continues to be lost in her thoughts and letting her voice disappear under the noise of others.

Sitting at my usual place on a weekend I spend an hour listening to the noises that surround me.

I hear some rock music album playing in the cafe 

I hear batch of fresh graduates catching up with their college folks dreaming about their future destinations and being nostalgic about the past times. And trash talking about the folks that are absent. They are so involved in their group discussion that they forget that her are invading my chaotic thoughts.

I hear a girl speaking with a partner on the phone, waiting for her friends to arrive.

I hear a dog curling near my table to warm up for the chilly breeze about to hit him.

I hear the sound of people flying 2 feet above the ground, forcing the slower once to fly faster.

I hear the footsteps of the people walking in and out of the café continuing on their opinions about behaviours.

I hear a queen walking with her toddler trying to make him obey her commands.

I hear the breeze now giving everyone a chill some noticing it while others letting themselves be in someone sun

I hear the shop owner counting his earnings and putting some in his pocket before he pulls down the shutter to fly off to his castle.

The noises let me dissolve in them, letting their existence be the only thing that lives.

Humanity lost in err

To err is human. But what is an err?

To forget you keys is an err?

To break a rule is an err?

To cuss while arguing is an err?

To disrespect a weak is an err?

To attack a defenceless is an err?

Human being are different from animals because they have a "moral" to differentiate between right and wrong

But when this moral is overpowered by desire and power we humans err.

Hence thiefs, rapists, abusers, murders and all other poor misguided souls are just humans that err. 

Girl with a butterfly tattoo

You love the parts that I try to hide.
I was walking around given up on getting surprised.
I thought I was too careful to let go of my mind.
I thought I had already lost the best things I was to find
How little did I knew that I would pass by you.
Covering my heart's eyes, I glanced upon you.
It didn’t take me too long to notice,
How easily your rhythm had become my rhyme.
I discovered a whole world unfold in your smile.
Blessed with this gift, I risked all of it.
Allowed you in and exposed all the scares within.
You saw my naked soul and didn’t even blink!
You are the right fit of the other side of my heart.
Things I hide from the world, how do you love those parts?

About love and loss

The world thinks, people don’t know how to love. But I feel that it is something we do constantly.

A love that is not reciprocated is difficult to express.
A love that is not needed by someone is depressing to keep.
A love for an absent person is painful to feel. But we still manage to love.

Love is fear. Fear of geting your heart ripped out,
fear of going too far, fear of being the only one in love.

I wish heart breaks weren’t so awful, it would had made love less fearful.
I wish you could trade the pain of your loved one with something you had.
I wish you could articulate love just by the sound of your heart beat. There’s no way that one would lie.


What’s right when you are wronged by life?
It just makes hurting other people little easier.
And that’s how the world slowly loses the ability to love fearlessly

Someone's fool

The peacefulness of her voice always makes me forget how emotionless she has acted.

The memory of her laughter makes me forget how many times she crushed my heart.

Standing at the pinnacle of hopelessness and receiving a text from her - I need to talk,

brings out the warrior in me, and I am ready to fight all her battles

The sound of my name, when she says it melts my heart, 

how less she has to do to win me.

The sound of her kisses and whispers of her dreams to spend her life with me,

And I don't think even a king could be wealthier than me.

The confessions of her love and I want to live and die in that moment.

How can someone get so much power, that you feel so vulnerable.

How can someone so easily shatter you into pieces and make you feel like Hercules

How can love be so clueless that it doesn't know anything apart from love?

Gone, but not going.

The agony of missing the heart of my soul.
The pleasure of having a comet memory of her.
The satisfaction of keeping my whole heart on her table.

The hurt of watching her walk away.

The stabs felt when she calls someone else hers.

The joy of knowing she's doing well. 

The pain of realising you fit the bottom in her priorities.

The ignorance my feelings receive.

The not knowing of what would had made her fall for me.

The incompetence of my pure love.

My orphan heart will never know home.