Moonshine.

Here I am staring up
gazing at your glory.
Here without companion,
alone but ne’er lonely.

The splendor you bring
to this night sky.
Majesty and magnificence
nothing else can defy.

I close my eyes,
I make a wish,
hoping as I sleep
you’d keep me tonight.

For only in my sleep
do I feel your eyes on me.
I wander in my waking moments
as I ponder on what we could be.

Sitting here looking
for words to rhyme,
Waving up on you
on this dark grey sky.

Boast on your silver finish,
Keep on shining up high!
I’ve fallen in love with the moon,
That – I could never deny.

MR@2016

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Highfalutin

Pompous, lofty, grandiose!
No, I don’t write so you’d be awed!
Pretentious-sounding words,
it’s not my thing and I’m no fraud.

I don’t use terms I don’t understand.
I might forget what they meant –
That’s something I can’t stand.
I’m a lover of context not aesthetics.

Obstreperous, Picaresque, Equipoise
To me, they’re nothing but noise.
Faced with a word I first need to Google,
I simply can’t care about high-highfalutin words.

MR@2016

Secondhand Serenade.

Back to the old days,
We were nothing but Strangers.
Every day we ask
“Is there anybody out there?”
Anyone who could be a friend
or maybe even Something More.
Then I met you…
and all I can think of is
“Stay close, don’t go”.
For I am half alive without you.
But you’re hesitant to love.
You feel Our Time will succumb to end.
You say it’s you, not me and
Left without a word –
You may have quit on me
and I have Nothing Left To Say.
It’s Your call, but let me do what I need,
Let me help Fix You,
Keep you Awake when your souls asleep.
You are a drug and I’m addicted..
A twist in my story that I’ve long wanted.
It’s never too late, even if
You say you’re Vulnerable and Broken.
I’ve Fallen for you and you have for me,
Take me with you for
we are the Right kind of crazy.

MR

Right Back.

I can’t find my past
in my head,
there are visions
that I cannot connect.
Dreams, that are
too damaged to conceive.
My subconscious
is but a hazy stance,
ripped apart
trapped in a mere trance.
My present isn’t
refined as well,
shrouded by a cloud
perhaps it’s but a quell.
In spite all that,
you appeared with majesty,
brought me back to life,
collected all my debris.
You have no idea
how much it means to me –
to be put right back
to my destiny.

MR @ 2016

Always.

When you feel alone and sad,
it, too, makes me feel bad.
So I make a funny face,
to make you smile in little ways.

Each time the day turns to night,
I’ll keep you warm and hold you tight.
Be with you through every storm,
You will never have to be alone.

Here’s my heart, I give to you.
Keep it forever and don’t let go.
We’ll walk through this life’s maze,
I’m here for you – always.

 

@MRTOHFM

Throughout.

I don’t think
I’ve told you enough
how special you are,
how much you’re loved.

Like the mountains that
rises up so high,
my love for you’s
beyond the reach of the skies.

As deep as the mysteries
of the rivers and seas,
my adoration for you
will never cease.

Even as
we turn old and grey,
I’ll love you still,
throughout eternity.

 

@MRTOHFM

Girl In 210. (1/3)

On a cold winter morn,
I squeezed into my jacket –
my breath’s darn cold
like I had chewed on ice.
I stood still waiting
for the bus to come ‘round.
It’s a little late now,
worse, it had started to drizzle.
Rain came pouring down,
I was sure I’d get another shower.
But you came right beside me,
had an umbrella over my head.
I thanked you profusely,
you just smiled and nodded your head.
I asked you your name,
you only responded with “Girl in 210″.

I had no idea what you meant,
but the ride finally arrived.
I ushered you to go in first,
not my luck, it’s not your ride.
“Your name?” I asked again,
in all mystery you just gave me a grin.
With a touch of hesitation
i went inside in isolation.
”Girl in 210,
will I ever see you again?”
I’ve waited days and weeks,
and months and years.
Still took the same bus route,
and my sanity I’ve started to doubt.
Did I really meet you, 210?
Were you for real?
Or were you just a fiction?
created by my imagination.

MR 2017

Not Temporary.

anonymous asked:

She said she loved me on a Sunny day, no wonder she can’t see me on dark days, nor can she see me during a storm, it’s impossible for her to love me at night, even in the Dawn.

Give and Take.

We met in a time where
both our hearts were broken.
In a time where we wanted
nothing more than mending.
A point in life where
colors had started to fade,
and love was but
a twisted charade.

Yet with you by my side,
I’ve felt changes from within.
Like I’m willing to try
give love a chance again.
Still, I told you not to fall in love
if your hearts’ not mended enough.
You agreed with resolute
that you and I will not get involved.

A few weeks later,
you started a chase.
Like you’ve already gotten over
a love you said was great.
I was confused but you seemed so brave,
brave enough to stand up to all that you said.
I gave in with hesitation hoping it’s real,
when you said you loved me – it felt surreal.

Everything was fine,
we were in love.
But one day it all changed
when she started to call you up.
You said you weren’t going to take it,
but when you went home, you did.
The next day I asked if we’re okay,
but the fire in your eyes were dead.

You said you’ve moved on,
it felt true – I assumed.
But one look in your eyes,
your smile couldn’t disguise
the feelings that you have for her
in your heart still lingered.
I had to say good-bye before it’s too late,
I don’t want to have keep a heart
which to another you want to give.

MR@2017