Out there

Out there I looked for warmth

A blanket, a mattress, a cushion to lie on

But more importantly,

For his heated skin, fiery eyes and soft whispers

I’d like to leave an impression


Out there I looked to reaffirm

What I felt on the inside

It seemed the coals were burning velvety

His skin was a mat, a not so typical mat—

On the floor a contrast of the cold

A lure to the bold

To lick, to taste, to accentuate

the truth forgotten;

a knowledge to behold


Fire ablaze constantly

It stopped the sound of an old harp strummed by the wind


The evening stalked for branches of the moon to cloak the earth

Dim life for a dab of light

This fire brought by two huddling pawns squeaking discreetly—

Out there; away from the ordinary


Home was a distortion of raindrops on air

rain dropped to smash the earth with aggression

As it pulverized my desire to perfection

And ‘home’ became a boundless pool of trepidation


Out there I found a man

Who filled my cup with tiny leaves of grass

and on the field, we rested our backs to dream a moment to last


to dream the moment to last..



Those lips, they do linger

Those lips-poem by april




that face that shivers whether to take on a radiant smile or just to tear it down

I seem foolish but I can’t help giggle inside my core.

preventing me from moving on

everything is resurrected and I thought now is here–

your mouth that snows

is filled with mint and clover

these eyes that meet your lips

write so much breath to breath

do your eyes see the whole kaboom?

What the lips rejoice in times of trouble?

From the coldest whites to kisses so high

Generally, there’s more desire than there’s to say

From beneath your clothes to my warmest bosom

If there’s a way to pacify it or

Perhaps a way to let it be unnoticed;

When suddenly that heart is filmed in your eyes

And your eyes let out the view of the magical—

I’m at a state of pause.

Darling, this heartache that speaks without words

Such a wake up call for you;

I’d like to shake those inexcusable lips

Wreck them all with the purest dew



That body can no longer hold

Those lips, they do linger with a smile so gentle.

that face that shivers whether to take on a radiant smile or just tear it down

I seem foolish but I can’t help giggle inside my core.

preventing me from moving on

everything is resurrected and I thought now is here.


short poem # 2

“unless you feel loved by a real woman

you’ll never know what it’s like to lose something precious.

Like a void underneath a thin glass,

                                                Like a cat,you keep scratching on the surface; and

                                                                                      like a fool, you keep losing yourself.

to some, it is unrelenting.” 

Dearest someone

Sympathy is pitiful 

Empathy is spiteful 

And apathy is a downright curse. 

Make me feel something when I think shallow 

When I breathe hollow make me think full 

When everything is hard to follow 

Dangerous to swallow 

Help me feel so alive today as I simply doubt this so-called “tomorrow.” 


You’re looking at me

the same way I to you

Yet no one notices (not even you?)

How I like you glimpsing 

here; now

sometimes leaning or touching

glancing; your eyes are dancing–

I catch them all welling.

I wish more than anything

when we are like this flirting,

you are braver for my

feelings unspoken.

By the sea 🌊

there was a time when i had to follow you like the sand stuck on my feet

They clung; obstructed or enhanced my legs ; it depends.

and at night

I sat in front of the sea; without looking at the blinding neon lights or the fueled couple kissing behind me.

I sat there opposite the sea as if making a confession.

I looked far, deep and wide.

I looked through what my eyes couldn’t see.

This man of noble blood

This man of noble blood hears the sound her nose makes 

He follows through to examine who 

Dwells behind the wall no one touches to know 

Beyond the front wall of two walls 

He gets curious his gentleness pushes him through 

There he sees a woman of ruined spirit 

Cries her loudest 

The loudest inside her heart 

No one hears 

Who’d ever dare listen to

a melancholy? 

But this man’s different 

From the groups and institutions in the real world she knows 

He holds deep values that 

Breaks down her every reason 

And a pool of emotion she desperately 

Wants to link her arms around without being disillusioned and judged.