On books, evolution, and "the whole shebang"

Too many kisses, too many realizations.

Kisses floating around
Like ideas in my head
Put into an action.

But, these ideas are not,
Substantial enough
And these kisses,
Only reveal meaning
To the other.

Exploration versus
A commitment, one
Is seeking for whereas
The other is not.

I am that other.
Not deep enough for emotion,
Only ideas.

Ideas of curiosity
Ideas of uncommitted
Ideas of loneliness.

You provided me
With commitment
Of which I will not provide
Anyone else.

Trying to learn and
Change to find
Ourselves, hoping
We don’t find someone
Else.

It really bother me how uninspired I’ve been lately. I just have nothing to write a poem about. It’s as if my feelings have been separated from me and I’m a hollow self.

The Ants Go Marching Down the Drain.

I think to me
How life must be
For these poor little ants
Who never stand a chance.

Their only desire
For the food they must acquire
I flush them down the drain
As to erase my own pain.

Tell it to the crowd
Who never says aloud
How much they can feel
For the sad peel
Our hearts must endure.

We are alone
In this unforgiving world
With others whom
Might understand
And provide a helping hand.

So don’t be offended
You poor little ants,
For I must wash you down
The same way I wash myself
Down this drain.

Cracks from you, for you.

We’ve talked about this
A million times
Gone over it with
Charts, graphs and tables
With notes penciled in on the sidelines.

The cracking of my heart
Contradicts our pristine logic.
This is what we need
But it’s not what I want.

At least, not now.
I’ll miss you,
My dearest friend
My sincerest lover
My lifetime companion.

I can only hope
From this
We may rise
To a new self.

Stronger apart
And even stronger together
Maybe that will come.

But only time can tell
And I must allow that time
To heal these cracks
I have created
Within myself.

Please, Sit and Stay For a While, Next to Me

After all this time,
You still can work
Your magic on me.

I hear your voice.
My heart beats like a
Butterfly’s wings,
Fast, fluttering,
And yet,
Inconsistent.

First, there’s no pulse,
No sign of life,
The breath of me
Gone.

Then, there’s the rapid
Recharge.
Regaining what was just lost
So as to catch up.

But I’m already caught up,
So why do I still beep
Like a heart monitor of a
Stroke patient?

Quickly,
Faster now,
Running
At the speed of light.

I only wish
I was running
Towards you.

So please,
Come to me,
And stay for a while.
Because without you,
Is worse than
Being with you.

I want to feel
Your warmth
Touching me,
Feeling me.

I want to see
Your face
Watching me,
Seeing me.

I want to feel
Your pulse,
Your breath,
On me,
Wanting me,
Needing me.

Because I know
All I want
Is you.

sup guys,

I think, I’m going to try to write a story. I don’t know if it will be short of a novel. Still thinking. But seems that I might make it my summer thing to do. Excited, I think..?