Dog Days

Feel the heat in the air,
Know that you see nothing there.
I don't quite like it here.
I'm bugged, but won't quite.

See I've been here before,
It's an old villa by the shore.
Doesn't feel like home here,
It's the relatives that I fear.

Come to say, I find the strangers better,
And prefer the winter weather,
Over the harsh summer.
But here, the dog days are never over.

I've to learn to live with it,
Although I'm sick of it.
It's not something I made myself believe,
I wish I could just pick up my bags and leave. 

Half Of My Heart.

Half of my heart says I've tried,
The other half says I haven't tried enough. 
How am I to thrive,
When tis heart is so stubborn about love.

I've painted you in the canvas of my heart,
And it's hung on the walls of my mind. 
You said "Don't fall in love with my kind,"
How do I tell you I've been in love with you from the very start.

Love is the reason for most of the things that I do. 
I always tried, never lied, to be a part of your memory.
'Cause you live in mine like a melody,
And it sings to me to make me woo.

Half of my heart loves to agree,
To everything you say and do.
The other half wants to disagree,
'Cause it knows it's too good to be true.

Perks of being a wallflower.

Even if we can't choose where we come from, 

We can still choose where we go from there.

It's one of the perks of being a wallflower.

Be one, 'Cause life ain't fair.

And if they just knew,

Know that, that's all you ever need from a friend.

To feel infinite,

To mend those bridge's ends.

I'm going to be who I really am. 

And I'm going to figure out what that is.

And even if things ain't good,

Don't Believe that, that's how it should. 

Please believe that things are good with me,

And even when they're not, 

They will be soon enough,

With or without love. 

Who am I?

Am I the stranger who seeks freedom, in the lone nights at the streets?
Am I the person who is described by their shadow?
Like the moon, who seeks light to be seen.
Or Am I the person who rejoices,
with every tender touch from puppies? 

Am I the cold person, 
who ignores just so you don't repeat?
who just dreams about drifting through the meadow?
And claiming that not a those who are lost are alone as the reason.

Am I the person who is trusted upon to handle eggs?
Am I the person who can soulfully connect to music,
Like its the blood running through my veins.
Am I the person who'll talk to anyone,
No matter their side effects?

Am I the person,
who has many ambitions but lack of execution?
who'll take the crossroad rather than the lane?
Who stutters while making conversation?

Am I what they say down to Earth,
If I can play football in the dirt?
Am I that one sock I end up wearing by daylight,
Or am I that lost sock that wandered around at night?
Am I the person who forgets what's worth? 

Am I the person who'll catch your tears,
And teach you to embrace your fears?
Am I the shoulder you're looking for?
Am I the person who doesn't want to grow?

Am I the person who can make your heart skip a beat?
Am I the friend you look up to and smile just for any bloody reason?
Am I good enough to even be loved?
Or Am I the person who you'll smile at whenever or wherever we meet?

Who am I?
Under the breath, Its still murmured.
Its a question still not answered,
Its an unknown lie.

"There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have. A solution. A remedy. Anything.
...I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I knew I deserved this." -Brian Krans

My Cupcake.

Come on Gabriela let's go play,
Running around like fools all day.
We'll Smile, howl and rumble,
We'll scream, shout and tumble.

You shriek as if you're gonna blow out fire like dragons.
And you love traveling the world, in your little wagon.
You tap, box and punch to your own rhythm,
To the back of my guitar, like it's your drum.

You've got such lovely hair.
You love being tossed in the air.
The world is your playground,
And as for now you love to crawl around.

You're my cupcake, and all its sweetness,
You're my little lady, and my happiness.
You are my sunshine, and my little teletubby,
You are my princess, and my bubbly face.

Reflected In You.

Every time that you look at me,
Its like you're seeing into my dark soul.
I feel exposed and can't help but look away,
I fear of losing you and don't want you to runaway.

Your eyes, into my soul they beam.
There are Secrets to uncover behind those beautiful eyes,
And yet they have haunted me even in my dreams,
Seems like they'll be following me till time lies.

Every time that I look into you,
A sense of relief spreads in,
Like almost that I was Reflected in you,
But you were too good to be true.

One look into me,
and I slip my deepest thoughts,
my darkest secrets & my dreadful fears.
For a moment I feel that we're contiguous.

So I'll just say what you won't say,
I love you in every possible way.
I'll love you in all your phases and moods.
I'll love you even when I'm not what you want.

I need to say this,
'Cause your eyes still continue to haunt.
You need to know this,
'Cause you're just my best friend, no doubt.

Wolf Girl3

Your Brown eyes,
Your Wide brows,
Whisper my name in a hoarse.

Cold coffee is your cup of tea.
Licks chocolate off my fingers greedily.
You're my bestfriend, and I surrender,
'Cause I love you like the never ending sea.

You don't like how slow,
the old peeps go.
You don't like the strain,
Of doing the dishes again.

You find it weird,
How the room gets quite,
When there's no one insight,
Where we're the only ones to create a riot.

She's the type that wants,
One of everything,
Could be anybody or anything.
Its the 'not giving back' habit that haunts.

Its been a year since I've heard from her,
And everything about her is legit.
She has the tongue to tease you,
Even if crying is all you can do.

I keep trying to send you flowers,
Hoping things will be better or okay.
Even though you don't want to talk,
But its hard for me to just walk away.

You hardly even notice,
What I do for you.
This poem ain't just some words,
Its what I feel for you.

Wolf Girl 2

I find it cute,
The way she goes crazy for chocolate,
by licking it off her shirt.
I'm in love with this stubborn Wolf Girl.

But that don't mean she's into guys with tan skin.
When she's naughty,
She can't remove that sheepish grin.

She gives the 'Home, away from home' feel.
One look into her eyes,
And your heart she'll steal.

The way she says 'amazing' as 'aah-mazing,'
Well most people do,
But its special when its with you.

She'll give you a free hug,
If you're a pup,
And a good tight one at that.

Its strange how she believes,
Saying too many 'I love yous' curses it,
I've realized, it deceives it.

Oh, only if you were still mine to keep,
I'd never let go of you.
Never would your soul feel alone.
Would only let your heart feel stolen.

Lost In Translation

The day you left,
Was the coldest day of the year.
People always leave,
Yet in love we believe.

We got lost in Translation,
But didn't even try to understand.
I won't take your words lightly.
Because they were like frost bite to me.


You do what you got to do.
And I'll try and picture myself without you.
She asked me "Should I be worried?"
I replied saying "Only if you want to"


I wanted to put my arms around you.
But with you gone,
I just got myself to hold on.
With no one to give a kiss goodnight.

Some people have real trouble.
Who is brave enough to hold on?
I don't have a clue,
Because I haven't got enough of you.

Santa Barbara Club Port

Naturally, making a Club port,
With only the very best grapes,
Will result in an excellent wine,
And shall taste divine.

But it takes a lot more to produce a good wine,
As exceptional as Santa Barbara.
Consider tasting, from time to time..
Is what sets Santa Barbara apart.

Also the infinite care,
And its purity only making it fair,
Skill that went into perfecting,
Its balance and its flavoring.

We discussed and considered,
Tasted and rejected,
Over and over, again.
Until we got what we were certain.

We created a true Club port.
One with its own distinctive style,
And with a fine fruity bouquet,
It's tenderness rejuvenates your smile.

Our Santa Barbara club port wine,
Will make you want to hold onto,
You glass for little more while.
So refresh your soul, with our club port wine.

For:
Santa Barbara Club Port Wine,
Tonia Liquor Industries.

Wolf Girl.

Pink lips,
Pale skin,
She's the type you should reel in.

Stuck behind a glass world,
Wearing one anklet.
Always wrapped around her blanket.

She might have a thing,
For Taylor a.k.a 'Wolf Boy'.
That's why she's called the Wolf Girl.

Her hair tied,
Holding her teddy tonight.
While you're in another land.

Her face smiles,
Showing off her dimples.
Every time you call her 'Mine'

Feeling like a miss-fit,
Every time you hang up on her.
All she wants is another hug,
And get hit with love bug.

Lately her face beams,
At each look in your eyes.
And at the sound of your voice.

Sings out like a humming bird
And in fights,
She'll be a mocking bird.

She's gentle as the feather,
Keeps changing moods like the weather.
Her head dipped in love stories and love songs.
She holds onto relationships that last long.

She'll always be my daydream.
Whilst you play around with my angel.
But I'll hope for a better life,
'Cause in my bitter heart she feel hard.

Tom Papa

You.. You will stay in my heart 

...as I lose you to the stars.

You.. You'd be the reason 

...why my hand ain't filled with scars.

Each year your b'day passes by,

And we mourn at your grave.

'Cause only your memories are to save,

At the loss of it, we sigh.

But as time flies,

They turn Blur,

And eventually dies, 

Fading away.

You would cycle the street,

With me at the back seat.

And chase everything I ask for,

& we'd race our way to the shore.

To the lighthouse? or the shore?

Catching crabs, as if for grabs.

Buying all the ice creams,

But I'd still want more.

You'd help me collect sea shells,

on the poured out beach sand.

And when I trip by the tide,

You'd lend me your hand.

It's been 7 years,

And they've gone so fast.

I wish you didn't let me go,

So that we'd have more memories to last.

You... You will stay in my heart 

...as I lose your touch over time.

For you, I'll restart my life,

Living by the rules of my heart.

My Soul Shall Be Healed.

I have sinned,
Like a free bird,
So please say the word,
And my soul shall  be healed.

My lips were sealed,
Even to the ones who needed the truth.
Forgive me by saying the word,
And my soul shall be healed.

I was prone,
So the demon lured me in.
 But just say the word.
And my soul shall be healed.

I'm guilty for my mistakes,
Please protect me by your shield,
So just say the word,
And my soul shall be healed.

He'll give us grace to us all,
And we'll glory, glory, glory.
'Cause God knows there's love in each of us,
Surely, surely, surely.