just stopping by. Miss ya'll. Though of a quote I wrote and wrote this. Enjoy

"Sometimes, people are so unaware of the war you go through just to be in front of them."

Can I Talk To You?


Can I talk to you,
breath tears in songs of redemption
so I can woo my soul
or something back into existence,
Can I talk to you
in a world’s voice
because you are my universe,
outreached in the outskirts
of outer interference,
you are my out
when they are not enough mustard seeds
to hold the words
my voice wouldn’t allow me to speak
or even think to that figure
who supposed to make it
all feel better,
Can I talk to you
in poems that say
I’m too angry to live,
too stressed to give
and barely hanging on
to these suicide attempts
that has nothing to do with killing myself,
I’m just tired,
too tired to be this person,
Can I talk to you,
speak to you in sensual forevers
in it’s entirety
that somehow stays confined
in your beauty
or happy beginnings
where we don’t have to believe in endings
so 7,000 years from now,
it will still be this intimate,
constantly rebirthing
like my first breaths
deserving of your conscience to live,
Can I talk to you
in day breaks
to remind me
that I cannot open my eyes from sleep
if you’re not there for my awakening,
speak to you in sunsets
that are the warning signs
letting me know that dark is coming,
but somewhere
out there,
no, not here,
but near,
you are around,
Can I talk to you
till you feel good,
till it feels good,
till my lips become tired
and a response is not imminent,
but know that my heart
depends on it
because from the moment you spoke,
I stopped breathing,
literally,
Can I tell you something
that has to do with nothing
but needing you,
that the breathing
of these said words are meaningful,
that the spirit behind it
is so metaphysical,
how I feel about you
is not even living really,
Can I talk to you
in a vernacular that’s unexplainable
so you can see where
I’m coming from,
Can I talk to you
until I’m spoiled of you,
challenging the realms of physics
because I want my tongue to explore you,
Can I talk to you,
seeing that our revolutions of minds
will never be televised,
our debates are never aired
because our only innuendo
is we love each other too much,
Can I talk to you
in something other than this sigh language,
(exhale)
Can I speak to you
in hieroglyphics
melted off the walls of my soul
my heart and mind has made sense of,
but when I so happen to speak of them,
it’s nothing but symbolic nonsense
that represents who I am,
Can I talk to you
in I love you’s
and I miss you’s
and I think of you’s
and thank you’s,
for allowing me to talk to you,
seeing that we are both semi functional
in our melodramatic episodes
called life,
and even if you don’t understand,
that brings me comfort,
because I have no idea too,
yet the air
in which we sometimes speak
has nothing to do with living in the present,
but seeing the future tenses
being a past again
and we’re so tired of it,
I just hope there’s love
when I get home,
and if not,
then I’m the same man in my return
as I was when I was gone,
and that may seem sad,
but I never had the energy
to put on a mask,
so at least I know
nothing can change
the only person I’d ever been,
just like everyone else,
a dead man walking,
looking for someone
my pain can talk to

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly