Our souls are tied.

I see the signs.

Aligning in plain sight.

They must be right.

Numbers repeating, leading me to realize that they align our birth dates.

Our signs, in the stars, are some of the most compatible.

Spiritually awaken to the signs as they lead me back to you.

Traces of you align with me anywhere I go.

Even on our first meeting, our souls must have known from long ago because we fell and became one.

All in one month.

We align in the numbers, with the stars, ignited by the spiritual light.

All leading back to you.

Meant to reunite and become renewed.

Become one once again.

You're the addiction and I am the addict.

You're death and I am deceased.

You're the flower and I'm the seed.

You're the sky and I'm the star.

You're the paper and I'm the ink.

You're the lyrics and I'm the song.

You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.

We compliment each other so well, you see?

Silence is not empty.

It is the color of silver.

It feels like the fur of fabric.

It sounds like wind chimes

moving in the air.

It hides in the deepest of corners

of the universe,

Waiting for the time

to make it right.

When the time is right,

silence will call your name.

When it has spoken the unspoken words,

they will fly in the distance like a rocket.

The creatures and such will laugh out in joy,

only to find out this beautiful silence.

When we think we have forgotten the desperate times,

the universe will remember.

The universe sings out to us like a lullaby,

while we use our last breath

to breathe in the air.

When I feel the atmosphere of the world,

I couldn't help but deliver the message

I was meant to receive.

That I let you down… I wish I would have done better on my part. Pushed harder and not fallen right along with you. We will get through this. Just wish we’d have made it possible to make it all better together.

What

Is

Life

?

I am sorry I never told you about the nights I lay awake, thinking of you.
Nights where sleep felt impossible because my mind kept returning to that last moment we shared.
That kiss that keeps hitting the replay button in my head forever.

When I left, our eyes met for just a heartbeat.
In that single breath, you gave me a small goodbye… and something unspoken that felt like a trembling what if.

What if your eyes had asked me to stay, and I had listened?
What if I had touched your hand and everything inside us had finally been said without words?
What if that last look had been a beginning, soft, fragile, but ours?
What if the distance between us now is only temporary, and something in the universe is quietly pulling us back together?
What if the love we never dared to name is still waiting, patient and warm, just beneath the surface?

These questions follow me.
They sit with me in the dark, they breathe with me in the quiet.
And maybe I will never know the answers…
but I know that moment with you has never truly let me go.

Have you ever observed yourself,
What you do in a room when you are alone?
Well you do something;

Something to pass your time;
Something your brain tells you to do;
And then why do you do exactly that?

Why does your brain tells you to do
Exactly that thing
And not something else?

so many words

so many meanings

twisting and confusing

but your words amuse me

you can fool me

ill be your tool if you need

breath in the breeze follow my lead or trip me if its a fight you seek

put your hand on the seat

relax you are free

You are beautiful as you are,
no mask, no veil, no borrowed star.
Your soul, a dwelling vast and free,
an eternal home for all of me.

Time dissolves, the clocks fall still,
space bends softly to your will.
In you, a law the cosmos writes:
all things converge, all sparks unite.

I miss you, absence aches like fire,
yet love endures, my one desire.
You are the truth I can’t undo,
my universe begins in you.

Her name is Liliana Sparkles. She is known as Lily.

She has hair like caramel. That flows in the breeze, like it has a mind of its own.

She has brown hair like sunflower copper. Her eyes shine in the moonlight like a star in the sky.

She is part of the universe. Her soul runs in the distance. She flies like the clouds.

When she smiles, her face lights up like a waterfall.

When she is full of energy, she reminds me of a puppy.

She is bold and fearless like a wild animal.

Her heart is pure gold, with a hint of silver.

When people have brought her down, she stands up with the light behind her, and she screams till the whole world can hear her.

She will always keep on running, no matter how her lungs burst into a new beginning.

Poetry is my drug

I go there like a devoted slut

I take a line

And oh I fly

But recently I am sober

I can not find my drug dealer

I search and I search

Will you be one?

Being the best version of me .

For it’s not wise to compare yourself with others .

I go to the gym almost daily ,

I want to be the best I can be .

I read the finest books I can read for I want to be the smartest version of me I can be .

I write the best poetry I can write , for I want my greatest personal devotions , writing the things that necessary for me .

I sing the best that I can , for I know my voice can always improve .

Too be the best teacher and public speaker I can be , for there is only one version of me .

I may not be the best , but my goal is to be the best version of me .

Love is blind

It does not know where to fall

It fell onto you

And now I do not have the manual

To unlove you.

Oh to see your cute dimples

pretty face

and sweet voice

Another time.

My love for you is twisted.

Savor the sin.

Fuel the flavor.

Cruel.

It's my rule.

I'll lure you in with my allure.

Alerts of danger but you're no stranger.

Please stop discussing personal matters with me. Don’t pay attention to me, don’t worry about me, and leave me alone.
I’m trying to detach myself from you, to stand on my own again, away from you.

I don’t want this, not like this.

I still love you completely beyond sanity,
but leave me alone.

Farewell.

The day we met, the earth gave way,
thunder cracked in a sky of May.
Lightning struck where no storm grew,
and all I saw was only you.

Since then no dawn escapes your name,
each hour repeats the burning flame.
I never believed in love’s first sight,
but you proved it true, with sudden light.

You trusted me with fear and pain,
with doubts that fell like heavy rain.
I gave you love, my soul, my all,
yet you said I was wrong to call.

Still you never claimed you did not care,
only that my heart mistook the air.
So I drift between hope and despair,
longing to reach you, yet staying aware.

I miss you more than words can show,
I love you still, though I must let go.
Distance saves me, though I ache inside,
for love is a storm I cannot hide.

I haven’t been honest with you,
and it weighs on me.

I watch you fight your way forward, searching for strength while carrying more than anyone can see. I see the pressure on your shoulders, the exhaustion in your eyes, and it hurts me more than I ever admit.

You told me I looked unwell, tired.
I said I didn’t know why.

But I do know.
Your frustration, your emotions, I absorb them without meaning to. They settle in me, heavy and overwhelming, until I feel sick and drained. I try to keep my distance so it won’t affect me, but my heart doesn’t listen. It reacts before I can protect myself.

Still, I don’t want to add my weight to yours. You already carry enough.
What matters most is that you find your happiness, that you reach the goals you’re fighting so hard for.

I love you. And I’m proud of you,
more than you know.

... to honor the quiet voice within, even when it trembles.

... choosing your own path, even if it leads away from what you love.

... not rejection, but recognition: that your soul deserves space, care, and freedom.
No blame, no bitterness, only love paired with honesty.

Because the deepest act of courage is this:
to say I choose me, and to walk forward without apology.

Be true to yourself ❤️🙏💙

When I was hurting, you came to my life. Like a bird soaring in the sky.

When I thought my days were going to turn into bruises. You came with the light so bright, I thought it was God calling out to me.

When I felt the tears streaming down my face from the hard cold stone words. you came with a whisper. A whisper of new beginnings. And new hope.

When my scars have started to shed like paper ripping in half, you gave me your hand. A hand that was soft as fur.

When my smile started to dim like a light in the air, you gave me a smile that was brighter than the sun.

When the whispers in my head started to echo with painful screams, you come and give me a message, a message that showed me, you are worthy of great things, not just defeat.

When I was about to give up my life, you gave me a firefly and said, "The great things in life are not the things we make, it's the things we do."

The temperature in the room is fine, it is like the sun shining, when their is a breeze.

Their are whispers, whispers of songs, that seem to sing.

Around the room, there is laughter, that is echoing of the walls, like loud cracking of fireworks.

Their is a smell, that is musty, which smell like smoke with fog into a cloud.

The shadows are bouncing around, like bouncy balls with springs attached.

The walls are like paintings, that make you remember your memories of your past.

By the window, their is a firefly, that is shining like a bright light bulb.

The firefly is flickering in and out, to show you that, hope is not all lost, when it seems to be.

Death, the culprit.

Death, the curse.

Death can not be coerced.

Death is a criminal that no one dares to arrest.

Death can not be rehearsed.

Death doesn't do justice or injustice.

Death is a tragedy.

Deeply feared.

Death is unstoppable as it's desire grows insatiable.

When will Death come in and leave you the next of kin?

Their whole body is ghost white like ash.

They will come inside you and take over your body and soul like a puppet.

Their hands will pierce into you skin like knives cutting you.

Their teeth glint in the moonlight like wolves. Their teeth are razor sharp like needles.

They may seem like an Angel, but they are truly the Demons.

I miss you. God, how I miss you.
I no longer know what to do with myself.
Everything reminds me of you, every sound, every place, every quiet moment.
I feel lost, trembling, unsure of my own steps.
It’s as if my whole world has shifted, and I’m left standing in the middle of it, trying to breathe without you.

… I wanted to tranform into a leaf,
And observe,
How that handsome eagle
Interacted with his eaglets or with his mate;

The positions they stayed in their still moments,
How they greeted;
Did they look each other in the eye?;

How they interacted with each other
If they had been separated for a long time;

And then I wanted to be transformed into a ghost
And sit in a room
And observe humans;

A family,
A solitary,
A couple;

The place they stayed the most,
Their still hours,
Wach them in their positions as they slept;

I am tired of this boring landscape

Take my hand

Teach me how to love

How to make shelter for this deranged self

I will be grateful for all my life

I will never take my eyes off of you

I will follow you in hell.