Constantly

Constantly fooling myself
Sitting constantly giving all that I have left
Pouring myself into you endlessly
and loving wrecklessly

Ceaser Mata

AMY



R.I.P Amy



All I will ever be to you, is a fan you’ve never met,

And yet to me you’ll linger as a lost souvenir that I shall never forget.

Your voice was like emeralds in my our ears,

Trickles of lake water, matured way before your years.

You lead a care-free life, some swore for you unpretentious and humble ways,

Now you’re gone, and no longer are your days.

This may be so, but your records will never collect dust in the attic

They will ring like bells, gracing this old crooked house with music.

All this poem will ever be to you will be one you’ll never read,

But I will always value all the great things written about you and understand your misdeeds.

My Tea Party

I am planning on having a tea party for my half-birthday,
at the Botanical gardens, preferably on a Saturday.
Blessed be that morningm with blue skies, and chirping birds,
singing beautiful melodies, none have ever heard.

Let it be that all my friends come,
cordially, they are yet to be invited to wonderland under the sun.
Treats, tea and so much more,
poetry, friendship, all the things I adore.

I am planning on having a time of my life,
no loud music, no disc jockies, we will dance to the music the wind and be merry.
Walking all over our sadness and strife,
even if it's for a few hours, we will eat, and be merry.

Let that day come,
let that day embrace us equally,
we will jump, sing and run,
in the gardens so lovely.

This has been just a note of excitement and joy,
now let all my close friends be there, I pray, every girl and every boy.

Ceaser Mata

Failed Experiment

It is as if our lives were rearranged so that we were unable to acknowledge each others existence. Rearranged so that what was could no longer be. Funny how its.working for you. You see right through me...matter of fact...you dont even see me. I cant even say u forgot...coz how does one forget what one never saw...smelled...touched...tasted

Ceaser Mata

BALCONY (this is the original story about someone I've already written about)

I feel you seeping through these walls. Sweet, raptured, cold but breathing relentlessly.

Your persistence amazes me, it frightens me. How many times have I thrown you out my room, off the balcony. How many times, as an act of self sacrifice have you taken a poisoned dart through the heart for me.

I missed you last night when you didn't show up. I left the window open and set your chair by the fire place.

You watch me when I'm asleep. Are my dreams that entertaining? You keep redecorating my bedroom in the middle of the night, I must say, I do enjoy watching the faces you make when you are struggling to assemble the furniture, as you have done with my future.

I don't know why you won't leave, but one thing is for certain, you return because you love me. Not because you're lost or masochistic.

Should you not materialize one night, I wonder, would I still feel this important as I do this moment as you escort me to the edge of my balcony.

Ceaser Mata

Bleeding Love Letter

Wow how we have turned out so evil, ripping each other to shreds only to slowly sow the pieces back together with the same thread we're hanging by, with no intension of ever stopping.
Waking up with false hopes and falling over our could have beens,
because of our reasons, we're no longer the people we fell inlove with.

I fed you to the flames, when I sold myself to fame.
You led me astray, when you allowed me to have my way.

What's the point of all this armour, if it has kept love away too.
No wait, love was but now it is no longer.
It's like you don't know me, and I don't know you,
and the more we use our weaknesses against each other, the more our demons grow stronger.

Guess we both took the furnace taxi, when we gave it a second chance,
guess we were only fooling ourselves when we tipped the balance.

Yours Fatally

CEASER MATA

My Sugar Sits Untouched

My sugar sits untouched, for I dread the misdeed it would be should I savour it on my tongue

A great deal of pain it would bring should I find pleasure, should I find its purpose under the sun

No longer will I sail across the sea of my desires, for you wait at shore

I do not wish to risk the feeling of hankering for more

I beseech you not to visit my chambers; I therefore assure I will stay clear of yours,

If you have set place, I apologise, I can no longer tend your heart sores.

Ceaser Mata