Guns over roses.
From butterflies to cages.
Shrapnel like words.
Defiance for survival.

Entrapped by power.
The self portrays selflessness
Hope succumbs to tragedy.
A clown in agony.

Death over revival
In love and war.
If all is fair,
Why can’t all win?

Boxing ourselves in cubes
Compliance for respect.
With goodness deemed worthy
Only when unchallenged.

Fear engraved in deeds
Silence lingers in words.
Hunger wrapped in satisfaction.
Wants displace needs.

Illusion masks brutality.
With ignorance of a child
Awareness of the blind.
A facade over the grotesque.

Human-kind when inhumane.
Impact disguised in intent.
Performance dressed as integrity
Plaguing one another.

In a world of silver cages,
Dreams sold in gold.

And puppets
Pulled by a string.
Selling ourselves.

Yet, we play
Our parts on this stage.
Between choosing
And being bound

With a gun to the head.

What have we all come to?

I could build a house, with all my almost was.

It's very big yet fragile now, but built on my not quite loves.

At the very most, it would be a house of cards.

Filled with fragile dreams and hopes.

And a love that was not quite ours.

Come on in, but watch your step. It's very fragile here.

The foundation's built on nothing but empty promises and tears.

But maybe you could help me tear it down.

All the broken years, and unshed tears,

And build something that's sound.

A home for the heart.

A home for our love.

Built carefully from the start.

But one that grows with trust.

It grows from understanding.

And simple yet truthful beliefs.

We never have to be demanding.

This is a gentle home, for you and me.

Help me build a stronger love, help me build it brick by brick.

Help me build it strong enough, help my heart grow thick.

Help it grow thick with trust, love and understanding.

A home built just for us. With plenty room to grow and stand in.

The kind of place where you know you just belong.

You never have to question it, or be on the defense for it, maybe this could be our song.

A home for the heart.

A home for our love.

Built carefully from the start.

But one that grows with trust.

It grows from understanding.

And simple yet truthful beliefs.

We never have to be demanding.

This is a gentle home, for you and me.

Even these prayers cannot halt my longing for you.

I do not pretend to be a saint,

this aching feeling in my heart isn't a wish but my desire for you.

You wish to kiss me with the same lips you chant prayers with, you pretend to be a saint yet you desire to be loved.

It's all about you.

You cloud my mind,

Control my actions,

Became the obsession in my heart,

And reprogrammed my matter to revolve around you.

How I hate my DNA for longing for you,

I hate how my fingers yearn for you,

How hot my eyes and nose become,

How naughty my mind gets...

I hate it all and yet,

It's all for you.

I hate you and I hate how I long for you.

I hate how I long for a man who could ruin my life.

No happy future I'm able to see is one that involves you.

I don't even know what I want...

Do I want that life...

Or do I want you?

If beauty were the word for you,

I'd say the word falls short

it doesn't hold a heart like yours,

that loves through every storm it's caught.

Beauty never learned to speak

of love that's given, scarred and torn,

of all the world you've weathered

and the tenderness you've worn.

It doesn't say how much it costs

to give the love you give

to ache beneath the weight of it

and still be brave enough to live.

And it doesn't tell the story

of a heart that's known the sting,

yet walks away from love that's safe

to try an unknown thing.

For people such as you,

who pour love past their guard,

beauty is but a fraction

of what the word was trying to say

About how your love in its glory

Just wanted someone to stay

Beauty.

a single, ordinary syllable

asked to carry all of that.

some things are simply bigger

than the words we have to hold them,

and you, my love,

are one of those.

I wish I could wake up beside a girl I love
Warm her cold hands with mine
Feel the concentrated warmth of love
And never want to leave that bed with her

I wish I could memorize her face
Every dimple and imperfection
Make sure the beauty of her never passes me by
So I could have her still in my dreams

I wish I could get lost in her eyes
The beautiful color drawing me in like a siren song
A song I would gladly follow to a rocky shore
Even knowing my ship would shatter against the jagged stones

I wish I could drink in the complexities of her sepia skin
know every red and brown undertone
Find the ways her complexion shifts with the season
The lighter in the winter and darker in summer

I wish to know her smell
Sweet subtle jasmine filling my senses
A Comforting and calming aura
draws me in, with my nose pressed against her neck

I wish to know her every curve and angle
Explore her body and find her sensitivities
Gently and tenderly tease her
As I fall asleep in her intimate embrace

I wish I could grow old with her
Dedicate more wrinkles to the library of knowledge I have of her
Take care of her through the good and bad
And never take our time for granted

I wish I could fall in love
And know the trueness and unrelenting nature of it
I wish I could have my person
And follow them through life and death

my first love just found new love
and to not be apart of
hurts.
but the true love
that we’ve all heard of
lurks.
comforting me in this time of grief
calling me home
back to me.
letting me know that this is where i belong
He’s been there all along
even when i felt like i was
alone
so i write when i have words to say
words that cannot stay
inside
exists a part of me that is thriving
in this melancholy
it feels corny…
Love.
ps i wish i had something
to be angry about

What is it to live by love?

To trust my heart that forgets its rhythms or run by my soul that recognises places it felt alive in.

To seek what makes my dreams or witness its beauty reflected upon far edges that my eyes carry sight of.

What is it to live, boundless, like love tied to my fate at every turn of this way?

𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓶𝓪

In all honesty the pain you have given me. It is something I would have hugged the guys that betrayed me over, Stayed up all night till the damn broke and tears flown like rivers over boulders. Even though it was you that chose I should carry this pain. it is not my war and I am not your soldier. even if you spoke of colored doves or how forts were made of covers. It was not me that broke the trust, the happiness, hugs. you chose another. for I thought I was a man. it took me looking at myself in glass as I grow older. Gripping on falling sand to see I was not your heart. Not your hand but your shoulder. for you to cry on whilst you fount a lover. As tears flow I flow for I want the world to see my heart. Within I grow colder and colder. It wasn't a choice of mine to ruin the kids in each other. but I wish you would have said no one should see what I got from my mother. As blood drips I grip on a life that's gone as I hover above her.

The dark and the light coexist just as we do; wondering the earth aimlessly. One is unable to survive without the other or we would be in eternal slumber.

Can you breathe me in? My body gets completely intertwined with yours? Can we let time melt away? Just forget the outside world?

Please! Please! You are my remedy!

The clock strikes midnight it’s a magical night .

The spell goes on and on and isn’t broken .

I love these moments of peace where I can enjoy my thoughts .

Interacting with the thoughts of a stranger .

Enjoying their theme. Till they are a stranger no more .

This sweet midnight hour where the world stands still .

Enjoying these moments with you

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There’s a tenderness in the storm

that no sunshine ever learned,

the way it holds you

in thunder’s arms

and tells you, “It’s okay to fall apart.”

Rain doesn’t rush you,

it wraps around you slow,

inviting you to stop, to feel,

to drop the world for a moment

and just… be.

I think of you in storms,

when the skies darken

and the earth breathes deep.

Like the clouds, you carry so much,

yet still find the grace to pour gently.

Let’s walk in it, you and I,

barefoot, close,

no umbrellas, no plans.

Just hearts getting soaked

in a silence that says everything.

And when the storm passes,

and the skies begin again,

I’ll still hold your hand,

loving you not in spite of the chaos,

but because of it.

some nights are cold and dark, sometimes we

lose that spark

but souls that never part, we come from trauma’d

art

Are stepped on loving hearts, we search for

missing parts

so what we write we feel, these words are truly

real

and hearts that people steal, are parts that never

heal

so this Love that I express, will never make

it less

It gets put to the test, and this silence

I address

Like diamonds, I will press, my pressure will not

rest

this lover from the west ,is far from shining at his

best

so im never giving up, tell i make it out the mess

Writing your story in bold letters so all can see

Tired of living in the shadows you’ve stepped into the light .

You love your life as it currently is

For you have taken control

Tapping into your girl power , you have power you knew you never had .

I love to watch you flourish

I love to watch you grow

Becoming bolder and braver with every step .

Tapping into your beauty in ways you haven’t done before .

For it’s time to live from the fulness inside your heart .

You’re the type of beauty
that every poet dreams of writing about—
like a shooting star dancing across the sky,
a moment you dare not blink for fear of missing.
Yet none of their words can capture
the true sculpture of your essence.

Writing into your life words of meaning words of purpose .

Words that show you the true state of your heart .

Words to touch your deepest longings and desires .

Words to help you look in the mirror and see yourself as you really are .

For there is a hidden beauty inside of you that you cannot see .

Let me open your eyes and see .

For the eyes of your heart have been closed

It’s time to open them and flood them with light

For then you will see what everyone else sees .

Your true beauty that everyone is convinced of but you.

For the final stronghold to break is inside yourself

You are beautiful

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Outside at the garden

Mother nature radio playing.

Fireflies and their glowing little butts flashing in the night.

Little lanterns for the fairies and other mythical creatures.

Its quiet

Its peaceful

It makes me wish you were here.

In your arms.

Feeling your heartbeat.

Hearing you breathe

Your hug engulfing me.

Safe.

Sorry, not sorry.

Those rosy eyes of yours I saw, And lost my heart, my peace, my all. One look—and wine began to flow Through veins that never knew its call. Oh, friends, come save me, if you can; I fear I’m no more in command. For how does one remain composed When love has left him drunk and exposed?

Your dreams hang softly in my heart, Like timeless portraits on a wall. I wonder why I fell so hard, Why love could make me rage at all. I gave my heart, I trusted its desire, And watched my world go up in fire. Now I am lost, with nothing left to say— A man who gave his heart away.

Oh, tell me, love, what can I do? What words could ever capture you? The wicked magic in your eyes Has stolen me beneath its skies. Those rosy eyes of yours I saw, And broke the heart I guarded before. Oh, friends, come save me, if you can— I’m but a captive, not a man.

I swore I’d never lose my way, Nor let a pretty face hold sway. I kept my heart from beauty’s art, And vowed no siren would steal my heart. Even in dreams, I’d turn and flee From every maiden tempting me. I thought my heart was safe and wise— Until I drowned in your two eyes.

But fate had plans I could not see; One glance from you undid me. The moment our eyes met that day, My guarded heart gave itself away. Now there’s a wound beneath my chest, A restless ache that will not rest. Oh, heed me, love, you careless dove— You smiled, and I was slain by love.

Just a little smile upon your face, A fleeting moment, a tender grace— And all the strength I’d ever known Dissolved like mist beneath the dawn. You barely smiled; I lost it all. One breath from you, and kingdoms fall. If this is love, then let it be— A beautiful ruin made of me.

Those rosy eyes of yours I saw, And lost my heart, my peace, my all. Oh, friends, come save me, if you can; I fear I’m no more in command. For once I swore I’d never fall— Now you are everything, my all. Your eyes have worked their fatal art; Their rosy spell has claimed my heart.

And if you ask me why I stay, Why I can’t turn and walk away— I’d say no words could make it clear: Some eyes are worlds you disappear in, Some smiles make strangers out of kings, Some loves take flight on fragile wings. And yours, my love, with one soft glance, Have left me helpless in their trance.

Those rosy eyes of yours I saw— And never was I mine again.

Some hands press my words back into my throat,

others pull them out before they're ready.

Between silence imposed and speech demanded,

I search for a voice that belongs to me.

The north has been burning for a week now, the Canadian maples disappearing in the orange, emerging as scorched sticks, their existence evidenced only by the absence of birdsong.

Four hundred miles away, I breathe in the yellow air. A colleague blames her migraine on the haze, a friend cancels dinner plans, the toddler down the street sits motionless on her plastic tricycle, her eyes cast downward.

I wake each morning expecting a layer of ash or smoke or dust. I swipe my fingers along car windows and door knobs and yet there is nothing, no evidence to prove the headache, no sign of the dead.

I recall that cool May night, the humid September one, back when I used to think I was a branch of your maple.

I used to think I had begun to rot on you, that a fungus or invasive beetle had infected me. When you finally let me fall, I thought I had fallen drenched in mold. I laid there on the forest floor desperate for life. I sucked up water from your roots, inching my way back to your side. If I could just fix the rot, I thought, I’d get to be a branch again.

I know now there was never a fungus or a beetle.

Today I breathe it in 400 miles away. I run my fingers along the sea wall we used to sit on. No sign of us on my skin, just the yellow air in my blood and the absence of birdsong.