'Piano Man' by Joshua Wesbroom
As I sit here, the clock in the corner ticks, and the sun rises under the horizons. I do not know why I can not sleep, but I do know that music is a skill I wish I possessed; poetry can not be appreciated by everyone but music reaches everyone. I hope at least one of my poems makes someone smile.
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The roses in my garden smell like fragrance of affection and when I pluck them every morning I not only wanted to adorn them in your hairs but I wish the buds inside your heart may bloom too and I will keep their thorns along with me.
You know it's love when we are lost somewhere in the street without lights and sky without stars but miss each other until we don't find each other in the cluster of rainbows. I want to fall and rise similarly being with you.
Whenever I hold your hand I not only will show you my real, weird and hidden side instead I too paint your world with every hue your heart wants to drench in.
Your eyes are the dream home, paper boats and glitters of saffron for me in which I drown everyday just not to die with regrets and heartbreak this world has. I hate how sun keeps kissing your face constantly while moon gazes at your beauty.
I will be your warmth in winters where fog and snowflakes will drape your hairs. In the gush of chaos when flock of blues dare to surround you I will be there.
You wrote a million paragraphs, unspoken words and metaphors chiseled with perfection for me but I do respect your silence, Jaan because it's the only thing that feels like home.
I don't want sunday brunch or salsa dance at nights instead I want to sleep with you peacefully looking at our twisted life with ups and downs.
I fell for you once but whenever I receive a text from you, baby, I wanted to fall a thousand times for you in a second.
It might look gorgeous to dance in monsoon with whiff of petrichor and a romantic mood but I wanted to survive storms while having you by my side.
Whenever we break into infinite pieces and fall off from the journey where we started once in the beginning then it will be our love to wrap us again.
i love myself less than ever the more i pull away threads. i see right through these rag-doll layers, and it’s startling to feel fragile without the safety of glamour. it seems i’m only alive to slip in and out of my wispy nest of a conscience. the street lights are so hazy. i can’t read their signals in my sleep.
there are gaping holes in the way i was made. voids host meetings with selves long gone. i’m speckled with bottomless pieces forever missing, but something is always living in here; nothing never fails to be nothing. i flawlessly fail to figure out what i am. my sleeves are drawn on, gone soon, like the hollow stamp of an echo. i don’t catch my own callbacks, but i do listen for other things. a range makes a whole. i let sounds nestle in the spaces between my fingers. northern lights boast their powers when i discover what i have yet to sense, all the while i detach every fabric i’ve attracted. i’m considering what i’m made of, really. and it’s more than i’ll ever understand.
Surf’s up, shirt’s off! I submitted my first book to Amazon, last night, and it will be published on Tuesday 😀🙃. It took a tumultuous, exhilarating, soul-defining year-and-a-half to write, “Break the Violent Fetters: Life Beyond the Closet and the Pulpit.” But it has taken a lifetime of experiences, of identities, ideas, self-doubt, coming out, and finally self-acceptance that have shaped my journey.
Whatever happens next, whether it’s a flop or a success, whether it helps anyone or is trashbinned into the literary abyss- I have grown, stressed, cried more, laughed more, trusted the Universe more, and found my authentic self within these penstrokes and revisiting the difficult years which honed me.
I hope the words, poems, photographs, in this narrative bring you clarity, hope, and confidence to pursue your truest life. And if none of that happens, I can rest knowing my story will live on forever, or as long as the world keeps spinning. Thank you to my friends and fam, who have stayed true, and have accompanied my journey. There is always more to come. There is always another way. That’s all that I, that we can ever really hope for.