What’s In His Mind? (Extemporized)

There’s just really something about her when I look at her, even when I come across a photo of hers in my Facebook News Feed. Is it the curve of her eyes? The shape of her lips? her smooth skin? I really can’t tell, it’s so frustrating. And the longer I gaze at her, it seems parallel worlds open, letting me take a peek of what else could possibly be out there. She is beautiful, yes, and there’s something more to her that I simply just can’t tell. I know I see her everyday and we have our seats a few rows apart, but what could possibly happen? She’s there and I’m here. Those two rows make me feel like we’re worlds and worlds apart. She’s Heaven and I’m Earth; I am darkness and she is the light. Her beauty is beyond words and all I hope is to speak to her, to know her for more than just her face and stature. I want to know who she is; what her joys are, her fears, her hopes and dreams, what makes her jump in surprise, what she watches in her TV during those Tuesday evenings. I want to hear them all. Really, I do. What could she be possibly thinking of right now? Is she looking at me right now? Where is she headed to later? Would it ever cross her mind that I am crazed at the sight of her – even at the mere glance upon her profile? Her face haunts me, wanting me to know more of her. Do I even have a chance? I don’t think so, I have my failed attempts before. Small talk of this and that, pathetic. How much farther do I have to go to get to her, to hear her angelic voice? To have that chance of holding her close to me? Oh she is so much more than she seems. I am hopeless. What would it take for me to get into her world, to see what it’s like out there? I look right at her again, and concede, that I really cannot do anything anymore. Let time handle this.

Cradle of the New World

I am a new being,
enveloped in eigengrau and oblivion.
But I witness a small light,
and decided to chase it with all my might.
As I loomed the light so small,
the darkness cracked and let me fall
to a new world I have yet to know.
A clean color welcomed me, high and low
astounded with change I stood
but others then came and changed my mood,
cradling me in the new world of diversity and difference.
I am still a new being of innocence
yet these colors came and introduced me
to a new world I have yet to set free.

© MBBC 2012

The Nosebleed Incident

why do I taste blood in my mouth
to this early morrow?
I have awaken from my slumber
from counting the sky’s stars’ number
if my memory’s right, I have done naught,
but maybe in my dreams I have fought,
fought for something I might as well forget
but i’m sure it was nothing to regret
maybe it was to prove me
that I am worth more than what you see
it seems I didn’t run away this time
for it seems what I was fighting for was worth to be mine
so why do I taste blood?
not of this chamber’s heat, but say if I would,
I fought for you, and nothing more.
so please listen and fathom my words’ core
let me ask you then
for me and this, would you as well bleeden?

© MBBC 2012