Bottled Up Thoughts

  We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; making homes out of words, living life in false fantasies and hypothetical affairs. We build palaces in the name of love, just to wander homelessly feeding apologies to our underloved hearts. We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; masking faces behind forced filters, dumping feelings behind backspaces and archived drafts. We love people more than our own bodies, the mirrors throwback a reflection we don't recognize anymore. We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; wearing no smiles of our own, hiding scars behind long sleeves and sunflowers. We fear unrolling our hearts into the open just to watch them shatter, harder each time. We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; walking the roads never taken, piling petty rocks to build mountains of strength. We wait for the right time to arrive, shelving volumes of battlegrounds for another day. -J.

  For those who've had a visit  say my heart smells like home Doors so wide open they're almost invisible, to walk in with no knocks and stay in - for as long as you wish.  As you arrive, feel free to unload layers of exhaustion onto the wooden coatrack nailed hard into tough tiles.  Black-coated window sills of my heart, are all secured with levels of empathy and trust, to bottle up your deepest secrets and worst nightmares.  Towards the north, seven see-through glass shelves stand tall against the carpet of care, Flaunting scars of past loves and of heartbreaks.  On one cozy corner  rests a roomy recliner for you to sit back when jumpy and sleep to the rhythms of my beating heart.  At the center of my heart, a glittery chandelier set-up reflects all the love that my words fail to express. As you stay,  with a faulty clock set up so high against the walls of my heart, time swiftly slips by  - with no ticking. Howbeit,  when it's time to leave let the doors remain wide open

Here we are, on a one less lonely night. Baring love, love, and endless conversations -about water bubbles, beers, and busses. It is this moonlit sky that we share, even when miles apart. The stars have a new spark today, like a newly-wed longing for the spouse to return home. //Home// Sounds strikingly synonymous to you. You are home. We lie there, let time lapse As silence emerged victorious, in the clash against a million things to voice. Somewhere on this road of relief, I watch you fall asleep - slowly first and all at once. Eight whole seconds pass between your inhales and exhales, you are adorable. //Love// Could everything I feel for you, be held hostage in a mere four-letter word? Gently I kiss, drawing out metaphors between your amateur dimples and the moonlight over your cheeks. Drowsily you hold my hand tight and I wonder if you know every time your skin finds its way to mine, my heart nearly explodes into a thousa

  Yellow is the warmth of the sun softly sliding  - through the windows of your room, Gently kissing your forehead  After a long night's sleep.  Yellow blends well with the butterflies  tickling your abdomen before the big day at work, beneath deep layers of sweaty palms  and breath-in, breath-outs. Yellow hides itself entirely within the bustling crowd at the stadium, - in your hometown cheering for your favourite team. Yellow is the shade spread  all over the kitchen walls that spot a mother feeding her children - a little more than what's left for her.  Yellow smells like caramel popcorn at the movies - medium-sized with butter on the sides, rightly settling your sugar cravings. Tucking a lone strand of hair behind my ear,  he asked 'what colour is yellow?' I held his palm and placed it over the daffodils  - we planted on the twenty-fifth birthday of the born-blind man I'm in love with, Briskly he smiled until his eyes gleamed.  Inking this poem in Braille, I sai

  One day at a time, it's supposed to take 21 days for something to shape into a new habit. I'd ask, How long would it take to break one? You'd shown places so beautiful I never imagined of. Addiction, was what you were called by 'em all yet you felt like home; Rapidly intoxicating layers of my body, and then my mind. Who knew you and I, weren't meant to be? So I went on to give up on you. Day one And I'd started looking at the world Far beyond your eyes, distinctly in despair. Toxic thoughts and tiring times, your presence was all that my skin craved for. Six days straight I howled in pain, draining denial with my tears that rolled down every night. For the next one week, Agitating voices echoed all day long eternally whispering how perfectly we fit in together like forgiveness was all you desired. For now, I know you were an awful dream by and by that I chased absurdly. In the four days that followed Th

  Sitting seas apart, yet under the same sky; Heavily I hold- all of my beating heart. Striking off the prices of past heartbreaks, I wrap it all, for you. I wrap all my heart under bubble-wraps of insecurities, under added layers of fantasies & fangirling; into a black carton of deep poetry -written all on your name. Impulsively then, the void inside is filled -with paper grass of endless overthinking and foam balls painted in patience. Hastily I fold the paperbacks over the edges of instant mood swings; securing the box with tape rolls of trust and tolerance. For I know, a larger piece of my heart is at risk of being lost -forever this time. Yet, firmly threading the ends of a bow drenched in love, I fasten a note, for you. A note that reads: "To love, I am all in.  Fragile; Handle with Care." The girl who loves you, is not flawless. She is miles away, from something perfect, and further away, to something magical. For she knows one thing right, showering onto you - all