P)erspective is a kind, optimistic one
O)ne that is playful and fun
S)eeks answers in a adventures way
I)n the mind the light outshines the grey
T)ruth seekers in this lying, destructive world
I)ndirectly impacting and affecting another’s world
V)ictims to hate and utter destruction
E)ven moving with a head held high though the corruption

An Acrostic to do With Minor Tactics
(and some advice)

Fighting needs a certain care,
Its conduct ruled by those in place - but
Righteous talk by those not there
Embroil our men who then lose face.

And we ask, should our young men
(Never sure of why they must.)
Defend themselves against the pen?

Make sure you task your fighting man
On those you really want to beat.
View your reasons twice and then
Ensure those reasons reach the street.
Mean what you say, do what you mean,
Enabling yours to win your war;
Never cease supporting him
Today, tomorrow, ever more.

How hard it is to heal a broken heart.
Everything seems so dark,
And it seems like the stars even lost their spark.
Loneliness just pulled me apart.
It even killed the dreams I have in my heart.
Now I see the light because I learned to write,
Giving the silent healing I need to free the sadness I was hiding inside.

Focused breath steadies the storm in my chest.
Over and over, I rehearse what I’d say if you answered.
Remnants of your voice echo in the silence.
Gravity pulls at my hand as I reach for the phone again.
In stillness, I ask myself—what do I need: closure or connection?
Voiceless vibrations stir the table—false hope in digital form.
Even knowing it’s not you, I glance, conditioned by memory.
Not yet free, I carry the weight of what was left unsaid.
Each attempt to release you tightens the tether between us.
Some wounds disguise themselves as loyalty.
Slowly, though, I learn that healing does not wait for an apology.

I must fight for my life.
War after war, night after night,
In my mind, I will survive.
Losing is not anywhere in sight
Longing to for the end of this journey
Storm had risen along the horizons end
Unfortunately, there’s not going to be mercy
Rain pelting down and I’m without friends
Versatile to my survival
Issues arise and it’s caprice.
Versus my rivals.
Everyone, everything I face, I will hold my peace.

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🅿romises bled from the mouth of the moon,
🅾aths carved in fog on a bone-white dune.
🅸 drank from a chalice that mirrored my face,
🆂in made of velvet, stitched into lace.
🅾racles wept in the orchard of skin,
🅽ailed to the silence that echoes within.

🅳eath wore a crown made of whispers and glass,
🆁eality cracked like a serpentine mass.
🅴very mirror refused to reflect,
🅰s shadows grew teeth and began to infect.
🅼y soul is a house where the doors won’t align..
Where dreams drink the dreamer, in slow serpent time.

Unspoken words fell between us like snow.
Remember how you smiled, soft and sudden?
I wanted to believe you meant it.
And maybe you did — for a moment.
How fast warmth turns cold.

Summer light flickered in your eyes,
Tangled with lies you didn’t tell out loud.
Every goodbye echoed longer than the love.
Leaves changed faster than we did.
Light doesn’t mean truth.
And I finally stopped mistaking the two.

Sometimes kindness hides the cruelest hands.
Time didn’t soften you — or me.
Even now, I question what was real.
Promises spoken over texts mean little.
Hope hurts more than heartbreak.
Everything I gave, you swallowed whole.
Now I hold it back.

Loving you felt like an exhale.
I didn’t know peace could feel temporary.
After you left, I stopped breathing right.
Maybe that’s why I still get dizzy in the fall.

Anger was easier than grief.
Love didn’t feel safe with you.
Even your touch was lined with shadow.
X marks where I buried the trust.

And you — you were something else.
I called you prince, but you vanished like a ghost.
Daylight sits heavy in the chair where we used to meet.
You led me on like a dance.
Now, you spin circles with her.

Tried to be what you wanted.
I lost myself learning how to bend.
Maybe I never should have.

Jokes turned into arguments too fast.
Underneath every “haha,” something cracked.
Laughter isn’t always love.
Long nights didn’t save us.
I searched for warmth in your shadow.
And came out colder.
Now I light my own fire.

In the beginning, I believed.
Sometimes I still do.
Kisses don’t mean connection.
You proved that the hard way.

This is what I learned from loving you
Holding on hurts more than letting go.
Even the sweetest lies stain the tongue.

Every ending writes itself, eventually.
Names fade, but the ache carves deep.
Desire doesn’t mean destiny — I know that now.