Dandelion is such you are not alone.
whose delicacies is yours,
And the elegance is either.

Huff It
through the green field,
And it's spinning
around the world.
Surely everywhere it would have stepped in
At the time of the gloom or joy that you were running,
It happened in the fields.
For it's being a caressing to the blushed cheeks of the child's.

You walk with kindness in your eyes.
and my heart took chances with your lies.
These streets are empty with the sound of your smiles.
only to find you running away from me with great miles.
and I was left behind.

You generate warmth with your touch.
As if life is only created with your torch.

Fire is what you are,
and I will be afar.

i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.

A bed of red roses,
With covers from heaven,
We lay on the bed,
Thinking of forever.
You and me,
And our families together.
Thinking of forever,
Our kids growing up,
Taking care of us,
And laughing at our jokes.
As we lay in the bed,
And hold each other near,
We see this dream is real,
Real as can be.
As you can see,
Together is our comfort zone,
Because no matter where we go,
No matter what we do,
I will always be thinking about forever with you.

A lost soul I will be,
wondering where to go.
Till I find my luck.
Felted the love around me.
The good vibes surrounding me
and I now it was something from heaven
that give me the strenght, the strongness,
that I need in my life.
I'm grateful and humble for it.
Because it will give me what I needed
to survive.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

Down time is weird he felt like he needed to be doing something getting things done. Use to a routine when all he wanted was to be free feeling lost and isolated from things.
His sleep patterns were jacked up over the changes. He didn't like being responsible for others but it all fell on his lap.
All the anger and frustration took its toll on his confidence. He wanted to be there to help they left him hanging. Now that he made other arrangements they decided to need him ruining his plans

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

Panic and Perplex were angels,
                   Until God, grounded them.
                                                       Mid-Flight.

Sting of betrayal
ripped through her soul,
her heart bled
and the tears rolled,
but she didn't make one sound
not one sob or whimper,
she gritted her teeth
and clenched her fist
to awaken the dormant beast,
it was time to shed her skin
and let out the ruthless Marcheline.

~
Silver water
flowing out from under
moon-less-ness

Beautiful daughter of the stars
dancing in eclipse, remembering
the season of the sun

And how her
calculating love survived
its long hibernation
~

you say you want me back and you're sorry for pushing me away
you were scared of getting hurt
and you felt an overwhelming amount of emotion while you were with me
you didn't know how to handle it

but as the days go by you miss me more and more
you wish you never let me go because you can't find the spark anywhere else
and because you know i was such a rare find
so you hate yourself for running away

but then i woke up.

It wasn't like in the movie
Time didn't stop
No music played
when you walked into to my life
I wasn't blinking
for a split second can't be missed

I had a hard time deciding
where I sit
when I sit with you
cuz I wanted to watch you eat
and I wanted you beside me at the same time

My sister said "yes, your heart skipped a beat
but it isn't a heart desease,
cuz boy, you are in a much bigger trouble"
And I didn't get what she said
No one told me what's it like being in love

But I sat in the middle of the night,
writing poems about you
I was listening to songs
every single one dedicating to you
and every pretty thing I saw
reminded me of you

I never missed to smell your hair
I would kiss your hand at every chance
Every joke was to make you smile

Now I see you in the smoke I blew outside the window
Years ago, if someone told me about this
I would mock at them,
saying "move on, don't make it big a deal"
Now it is two years later,
my hands on the letters,
pressing one by one as I'm thinking of you
and one by one, the moments reappear
I still feel you all over me, touch by touch
but we've walked away from each other, step by step
I have to admit that tonight I moved one inch back to you
and I think I've been doing this inch by inch
but when I look around,
I'm in the same place as the last time I checked
when I thought I walked away


I might've chuckled dryly at the irony
I was right where I left you,


Right where I left you.

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

watch as I disappear into the void.

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

You came into my life in an instant
We were so close yet I feel distant

You give smile when we talk
But can we really walk the talk?

Finding you must be right
But the timing of today is not quite

No one is to blame
I'm just feeling sane

Words trail around
in my head
with no semblance
of organization
no rhythm no rhyme
certainly no sense of time
and I long for
the perfection that used to be
where now I see only me

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

my arm is numb
my fingers tingly

i think this must be
a friendly reminder of my
mortality

gently, i respond
"no need, sir
i am a walking
existential crisis

fear of death
and i are well
acquainted"

I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.

like Walt Disney
You and I know each others bad sides
Let's get to know each others good sides
Just kidding I know
It'll never happen
You're too scared
And I'm too intimidating for everyone
Or maybe
I'm just not manipulatable enough
All I know is
*** the dream
I'm never getting married
I was married once
And like I said
Before I was widowed
I'll only marry once
I'm done with all 8 billion of you

Good morning, Starshine

You're a gift to this world
I admire your generosity for others
Sharing freely from your heart

Your character inspires me
I recognize the resolve in your values
Challenging me to grow

Your spirit calls me
I thirst to know all of your secrets
Both broken and healed

Your energy moves me
I crave your touch
Addicted to the electricity it gives

Your soul sees me
I'm intoxicated by your words
Dismantling my armor

You're a beautiful creature
I'm thankful to intersect your path
Hopeful we can walk awhile

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

I ran over your tongue
like silk
or would you prefer
fine wine
You sloshed me in your mouth
tasting the way
I ripened with age
I danced with your taste buds
I thought I did well
but then
you spit me out
and decided you preferred
the 2010

this isn't a poem
this isn't verbalized trepidation
nor is this art
rather, this is four years of shared history
that I will never get back
a place, a time,
arms that
I can never return to

but memories that
take the form of maggots
eating away at
my sad brain
I want to forget
but you devour my head
my heart
my stomach
my guts
from the inside out
stop hurting me
please
you haven't left my mind
since you left my bed

fractured sunsets
messy kids
was there ever any good?

I remember you in the small things
I remember you in silly movies
I remember you in rooftops
I remember you in stars
in the dark of my room
in specific numbers
in certain phrases
in sad anime
in elephants
in cats
in



nothing


it doesn't matter anymore
I wish the arguments could be undone
I wish you could have changed
I wish the nights we spent could have
lasted forever
I wish I could lay my head in your lap
as you run your fingers through my hair
gently, sweetly
for the rest of my existence
I wish I could taste your lips again
but I can't
I can't I can't I can't
I can't I just
can't
anymore


parting is such a bitter sorrow
it does nothing but ache

His ears have turned a deafening read
They can't listen any longer
You could phone it all in but alas wouldn't matter
The help you need doesn't come from a bottle not a refrigerator door
What you need is so much more
Heed the words of concern  and care all around you
Until you decide to get real and do the very best you can with help and support
Tough love
Goodbye, so long, Farewell

C@rainbowchser2021

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you