Foxtrot

  Chapter 1 Jade "What's your name?" "Jade" "like the gemstone?" As he finished his sentence, he looked up and realized, he knew exactly what he wanted in life. He knew in that moment that he had known her for as long as he lived, because in that moment he for once truly felt alive and all his thoughts became numb. "Ah! well my mum named me, so I dont really know what she had in her mind", she replied. "That cunning woman knew exactly what she meant when she named you, Jade, the color of those beautiful eyes", lost in thought, he said to himself. Exactly like the gemstone, those eyes shone the calm, serene notes of jade. They were enough for him to notice someone twice for the first time in his life. "I'm sure she named you after the color of your eyes", he replied after being lost in his mind for so long. "So is that your way of charming a girl?", she inquired, with a subtle smile. "Girl?" "No...

  If in turmoil is my heart Ripped in shreds apart Where do I start? To heal this broken heart. What memory do I forget With my eyes all wet. Uncaged is my rage So I write it on a page What difference does it make? I write for who's sake? Do you hear me shout? Do you know what it is about? Dont tell another lie Just let my soul fly

  When the petals fly I let out a sigh As I watch my heart cry Witnessing this awful Goodbye My soul is in jeopardy  I feel it in secrecy  Sitting beneath a tree But will she remember me? "And you will stay in my heart As I knew from the start" But you tore my heart, Into pieces apart I sing this mismatched rhyme As I am just worth a dime As sour as a lime Was loving you a crime? Pour me a glass of wine, And let me fine dine Remembering your touch so benign Do you not hear me whine? And you will stay in my heart, As I knew from the start.

  When it is your ego you serve Failure is what you deserve  A place in hell is what you reserve A battle within my heart Tears me apart Where should I even start Grace personified  Success denied And always defied Blood boiling hot A lesson taught To my dear Foxtrot

 This is the last poem I write about you I hoped every promise would come true But, now this parting is a must Foreshadowing the departing trust One day I might say, " I miss you" And you might do too But if in a few years time If You still miss my rhyme Will you admit your crime Or will my memory still be lime You are everything I ever wanted Ever since my breath ever started No matter where ever you are No matter how far Despite this scar You will still be my star I'm breaking my silence And I choose violence  Maybe I'm done faking Every night waking My self respect I'm staking And my broken heart you see me raking Foxtrot deserved better Someone sweeter

  I was eight and she was nine The world seemed so fine Distant hearts and lonely nights Matching heights and matching sights Searching for a decent way Living far so far away I was twenty and she was older But still I felt a little bolder Weighing on my each shoulder Everyday growing colder Then I met her in a dine She made me smile, like I was nine Pouring whiskey and some wine She made my heart feel so fine Not so tall and matching heights  On her I had set my sights Now the distance not so far away We would see each other every way A year went by and she would say Remember how we used to sway You were younger and mine Now you cry like your nine I was tall but matching heights  Every day were different fights Crossing paths every night Turning it into a fight Promised to grow old became older The weights increased on my shoulder And she grew oh so more colder Crushing me under this boulder Take me back to when I was nine Searching for her decent shine.

On a chilly night,  Sitting on her right,  Wearing a bracelet white,  And after a huge fight,  She extends her hands,  I love those hands,  The ones that hold my hands,  The warm, soft hands,  Oh so I miss those hands,  Around my waist those hands,  Tightly gripped those hands,  With some tiny hair strands,  Placed on my laps,  Around my hand,  she wraps,  Those sweet,  luscious traps,  From between those gaps,  When alone,  I stand,  I miss those beautiful hands. Those Hands  Written by Foxtrot 

 For one last time  This one long rhyme I casually spew  Just for you With the winter divine And a dark chilly night Our paths intertwine When the time was just right The moon is beautiful, isn't it Hand in hand as we used to sit With every brief smile I shall taste a poison vile An year long guest As I put to rest A heart taken A heart shaken Some love given And some forgiven In the lengthy and long, pages of history You will always be, my favourite mystery A charming gaze And eyes of haze Some perlish rays And your naughty ways Shan't be forgotten  Till I lie rotten, In a grave six feet beneath Under a beautiful wreath I wave my hand  As accross you I stand A farewell smile A poison vile The night was long And so was our song But as the sun rises,  Gone are our surprises

The tears that I shed My wet face that I held The remaining fragments that I lost And the memories worth a cost The little pieces that I sold And the stories that I told Name my price and auction my soul Not worth even a piece of raw coal Name my price and auction my heart Maybe a dime or a broken wooden cart Name my price and auction my mind But please let those memories rewind Some shattered pieces of myself Placed safe in a safe on a shelf I gave them to a beloved soul Only to leave me with a big hole There is a hole in my heart Which has left me torn apart Abuses and dejection is what I got And so I chose to become Foxtrot

 Lets set our hearts on fire And share our deepest desire Tangled in this wire Are memories worth Sapphire  A glass of whiskey and lime And this philosophical rhyme The midnight clock chime And a love worth just a dime With my pen name,  Every poetic letter I sign Whilst breathing and coughing  Like in a smokey coal mine Staring at the clouds above I tell my readers, I fell in love Not so long ago in the past Just to make it last I sold my boastful honor, in a shiny silver plate  So they wrote on my gravestone  " Foxtrot The late "

  This love is poison like a thorny vine Now I sit drinking from the same wine  Committing all these sins under the night sky  And then hiding them from the nature's eye Escaping the truth arrogantly every night Living each day like a battle, another fight Hoping I would find my peace this time But I sit here writing another rhyme Succubus is the one who claims love And then in your chest, a knife, they shove Promising lies with no regard Oh! This love is so hard Twisting facts like a knife Ending your lover's life You and I roam under the same sky  Spare some mercy even if it's a lie Banish me into a grave of serenity  Your eyes were mere malicious divinity Let me escape in the sunlight Because nothing will ever be right "I love it and I hate it at the same time" And that is why I wish to make this rhyme

I keep giving her the sign To tell her she's mine I stare at her enchanting pink lip As she takes every other sip I mark her with my fingertips, On her soft, generous hips I tell her she belongs with me And with her a future, I see She has an aura so bright But her cute small height When she leans close near me The top of her head is all I can see I grasp her hands so tight, And feel her touch so light I swim in the ocean of her eyes And we sit there staring till the sunrise After our every fight She still texts me goodnight I place my lips on her cheeks And then remember it for weeks I place a hand on her shoulder and squeeze Until I am sure that her mind is at ease I seat her smoothly on my lap And her gentle forehead, I tap She strokes my arm every time I tell her that I wrote us a rhyme We kiss each other for hours Everytime I bring her flowers She admires my bulging vein As we sit calmly in the rain I hear her call out my name As we play our sil...

  Sometimes, I think I'm crazy Everything feels so hazy I just keep feeling dizzy But then I see my daisy Sometimes, I just stare  Out the window, I glare I see a scenery so rare Sleep deprived messy hair There's nothing to live for This pain keeps growing more My eyes go sore My chest hurts to the core This burden on my shoulder The world feels like it's over And I keep getting older But then I try to be sober I'm at the verge to cry And I just want to die I often ask myself, 'Why?' But then I see that one 'Hi' You just don't know my real side Which I often hide How I turn the tide  So just sit back and let it slide Fighting each day like a soldier With this weight on my shoulder I could just try to be more colder I might just get crushed by this boulder  My head feels hot  And my temperament lost I sit here to rot Being The Foxtrot (Crazy Daisy) by ~Foxtrot

  When in cracks slipped her hand When alone, I sat in the same sand The love I had, all of it Most of it, Some of it,  And now none of it And then I closed my heart  Broken, burying a bitter part Haunted by her words, once absurd I sit like another sheep in the herd Alone in the past But now lonely at last  "I had all of you  Some of you Most of you And now, None of you" Following your scent And the words I meant Not tonight shall I fall asleep For I have sunk in pain so deep Foxtrot lives as a ghost of you For all I am, is just most of you Take me back to that night When the moon was so bright Not knowing what I am supposed to do I exist in the colours that faded years ago

A Broken Past  I can't sing you a song I don't know if I am wrong I can just write a poem In these streets I roam Is it you that I miss And now do I reminisce  You exist  Like a mist In the words I write In my blurry sight In the texts I type In these tears I wipe Now you are just a thought Often thought by Foxtrot

  Once more you come into my mind And I let you inside There is nothing more foxtrot fears Than to remember those tears Just like this you slide In the memories I left behind I know time will go on But I could never move on If you could open my heart You would see it in pieces apart I never loved again Such was your pain It was as sour as a lime As bitter as any wine As thorny as a pine But, it did last a lifetime In those sketches I drew And in my shadow as I walk In my accent when I talk In this poem I sew In my lonely life  As I lay here on this cold floor Hoping you would open the door So I swing this knife In these words I feel you In this air I breathe you In the day light I see you Foxtrot is just an imagery of you

  Majestic glow, walking slow, intimidating eyes, crystal clear lies. A fierce grace, a divine embrace, shooting stars And these scars. Broken hands, barren lands Frizzy hair Without a care

  Sitting in a cafe eating brownies and sipping tea Reminiscing the unreal past about you and me I don't know from where you belong Neither do I know if your hair are long I thought she wore some dorky glasses Judging by the silly comments she passes Wonder if she likes to eat dairy milk Or if her hair is shiny like silk In my life that is foggy with mist I thank God that you exist I know our eyes have never met  But I'll give you the world, you bet! I think your smile looks sinister After all I call you my little sister Swinging in a park you'll eat mars Then post a story called "Choco-wars"  I have never met you in real life Are you a psycho maniac holding a knife After this verse even if we do meet Knuckle fists on my face, I'm gonna get beat My heart requests a  request if you must Never ever let a tear come even from the dust I know this poem is getting long I might as well just sing you a song I cannot do that and you and I both know Because then your go...

 I miss you so deeply to tell you I feel this way only for a few Sitting on benches,  Sipping tea Watching the hazy dew So when you told me you love me, did you lie? Did you know it made me jump in the sky? Foxtrot dreamt a dream so wicked Burnt alive, drenched in acid You slipped in my heart, my blanket Made me restless, caused such a racket Malignant eyes, a kiss would suffice It matters not, your heart is still cold as ice. Ice cold hearts Broken pieces and parts This love never lasts And a new story starts

 I saw the world from another's view A fish market and a mob and a crew Pairs, trios and a friend group of four What else could these people desire more Its not like I dont have friends But it's more of a hassle, with no ends I seem comfortable talking on the phone But still its better if I am alone God made everyone in pair Maybe in this blessing, I had no share Blessed am I for this To not have this bliss Its the middle of the night, not day Its also your bedtime, go to sleep May

 I witnessed that day your bright smile Maybe because you are that fragile Puppy dog eyes covered with specs Your anime knowledge you flex Lotioned hands those tiny, little cutie Flaunting their majestic beauty Mute is never your loud voice Even in that night, cold as ice Who knows if those covered hair are long But surely you speak words like a song Shrill yet an empowered tone Sweet and pleasing as a cologne

I write now not to boast But I merely wish to flaunt Yes if you wish to know the difference  One is filled with ego, and I lack pride May, may your every wish come true May, you are precious like an expensive coffee brew I am not some goddess that grants wishes My presence is like the serenity essence  Like a barbie I sit in my balcony As that bird approaches the other,  and kisses  Like a doll I have my hair tied like a pony No! I am the real princess not a fony Yes I do have a castle, a pretty big one infact  From the toy store my dad bought, and it was intact You can't see me in the day That is why they call me May 

 Have I told you how intimidating those eyes are I just realized that in the middle of the day at this hour Should you shoulder the burden of their hate And maybe that is part of a warrior's fate Were you ever to lose control of your heart You will see that darkness playing a part You donot seem the one who would care And to you that doesnot sound fair Hiding behind the cloudy mist of anger It is your broken heart that might linger Finding ways to keep your distance  You have a tattered and broken existence  In this devious art of stratification  Your cursed heart finds gratification  Your broken pieces in different directions go And yet you call yourself a whole, Indigo

Is it dark once again? Am i alone once again? Desiring your love once again Recklessly driving towards, I scream your name once again  Pensively I reminisce, once again To feel your warmth once again To touch those lips once again To breathe into you once again Come back, will you? For just one night, once again But the question is, Do I want it, once again? Or is it just a mere desire, To feel important, once again  Or do I only have a subtle urge That I wish to satiate, once again To hear you panting and moaning, Desperately saying Foxtrot once again