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(The blue 💙 heart poet)
Ask Me With Art
No, I won’t marry you,
Not because my heart doesn’t skip
when you’re out of reach,
Not because your hug fails to warm me.
I won’t say yes to the question,
“Will you marry me?”
Yes, I won’t ...
Not because you’re less than who I want to spend my life with,
Not because you don’t bring me calm,
not because you don’t bring me peace.
I won’t marry you
because you asked, “Will you marry me?”
Uniqueness is art,
and it must be shown
when you seek my hand in marriage.
“Will you complete me?”
“Will you be the stars to my sky?”
“Will you be the echo of my heartbeat?”
“Will you be the peace after every storm?”
“Will you wrap eternity in words made just for me?”
“Will you be the written line
on the empty pages of my existence?”
Let your uniqueness
sweep me off the ground.
Let your voice paint constellations in the air.
Let your question feel
born for my ears alone.
I won’t marry you
not with borrowed words,
not with lines rehearsed
by half the world.
But when you craft a promise
that comes from your soul,
when your love becomes a language
only we can speak ..
Then ask me.
Ask me with wonder in your eyes,
with trembling hope in your voice,
with a courage built
from all the days you chose me.
Ask me in a way
that softens time’s footsteps,
that makes the stars lean closer,
that sends shivers down the spines of the sun rise,
that makes my heart whisper,
“This… this is ours.”
And when you do,
when your words become the art
you were born to make ..
I won’t say “I won’t.”
I’ll take your hands,
look into the life
waiting behind your smile,
and say the one word
I’ve been saving for the right moment:
“ Yes.”
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
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Where Have You Been
She asked,
“Where have you been
all my life?”
And I said,
“I’ve been becoming —
growing, working,
shaping myself
to be the best one for you.”
Then again, she asked,
and I replied, softly,
“I’ve been waiting —
waiting for you to embark on the quest,
waiting for you to take that first step.”
Once more she asked,
her eyes searching mine,
“Where have you been
all my life?”
And this time, my voice trembled
with something deeper:
“I’ve been in every sunrise
that brushed your skin,
in every whisper
the night kept for you.
And now, love, I am here —
not arriving,
but finally found.”
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
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I Say Unto Thee
I say unto thee,
“No more shall you call me mine.”
What happened when Moses got to the sea?
“He parted the sea.”
So, I say we do the same —
We part, and never see.
I set you free,
Go,
Seek me no more,
For whatever we shared
No longer breathes.
I bless the days that were ours,
And curse them not, though they are gone.
Go now, as I too shall go,
And I forbid you to turn back.
For the sea once parted shall not meet,
And the path once walked shall turn to dust.
What love we held was holy for a time,
But even holy things must rest.
So go, and let the wind unbind your name from mine,
Let silence be our promised peace.
For I say unto thee —
We part, and we are free.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
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The Colour of Regret
The colour of regret
Isn't in blue or red,
But in shades of experience, and
What-could-have-been.
For every opportunity not seized,
The colour of regret paints deeper.
For every connection not held,
The colour of regret paints heavier.
The colour of regret
Waits behind a million reasons
So that when it holds the brush,
It bleeds of memories unspoken,
Dreams half-formed,
And goodbyes that never found words.
It’s the hue that hides in the dusk,
Between the light of what was
And the dark of what remains.
The colour of regret
Isn’t seen by the eyes alone —
It’s felt by the soul,
Each shade whispering:
“If only… if only…”
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
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Last Libation
From the same chalice,
we drink to our heart’s full—
the elixir that takes,
though we may not rise with the sun.
It has the taste of almonds, of grapes.
Let it burn down our throats,
let our shadows stretch long in the dusk,
whispering secrets only we can dare speak.
We toast not to victory,
but to souls almost forgot—
to dreams, vast, beautiful,
yet never to be.
If this be the last—well, it is.
Let it be bold, let it be deep.
To the wine that blooms
as it withers the vein.
To love, to loss,
to promises we keep,
to the drink that takes,
yet leads to the lord.
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
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The One, True King.
He's the commander of all that exists
The Almighty, the Ever-living,
The Sustainer, the Last, the manifest, the hidden.
No slumber overtakes Him, nor sleep–
Chaos will flood the land.
To Him belongs all dominion and praise.
So glorify His name–
In the stillness of the night,
At the break of dawn.
In moments of joy and trials overcome.
He created all there is–
Man himself, and all that makes him a man.
The waters— oceans, seas, lakes, rivers and raindrops.
The unseen, yet felt.
Before time was carved from the void,
Before the pen was created –
He was —
No "was" before Him, no "will be" after.
The uncreated, the witness, the unmatched, the Everlasting.
Mountains crumble at His "Be"
Oceans kneel where His winds decree.
Thunder strikes where His lightning shines.
Yet He leans near when the broken plead,
Dries their tears when their hearts speak.
So roar it till the cosmos shakes —
There's no God but He.
Let the heavens quake,
Let the earth submit.
Let all that there is bear witness: This is it!
He's the truth no falsehood can eclipse,
The name that cracks the idol's lips.
The breath that keeps you and me going.
The name that sends shivers down the spines of our enemies.
The touch we need in our lives to forever accelerate.
The Giver of life, the Creator of death,
The Light, the Guide, the Propitious,
The Just, the Judge, the Maintainer.
The Truth, the Trustee, the Exalted.
The Delayer, the First, the Last.
Who's worthy of worship if not Him?
Who's worthy of praise if not Him?
For when creation turns to dust,
Only His face remains.
So bow in awe, repent, and proclaim His greatness.
Let the angels be free
Let the skies surrender
Let the earth cry
Let the waves rise high.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 7:14 PM UTC
Oath By Nature.
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By the sun—
Shining bright in daylight,
By the sun—
Beautifying the sky with its golden hue.
By the moon—
Glowing with perfection,
By the stars—
That whisper across galaxies unseen
By the raindrops—
Gently kissing the earth,
By the waves—
Powerful and majestic.
By the wind—
Whose touch is soothing,
By the greenery—
The breath of nature’s pulse.
I swear before all that exists:
I’ll love you not just by choice,
but by destiny—
in health, in strife,
in every misunderstood moment.
My love is eternal–
My oath complete
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
The World Without Me
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What if I never existed—
no footprints, no shadows.
Would the air sit lighter in your lungs?
Would the clocks still hum
the same absent tune?
Would seeing the sunset
mean the same to you?
If I never were,
you wouldn't know to miss me—
there'd be no me to haunt you—
like a book never written,
like a song never sung.
Its absence isn't felt
because it was never there
to begin with.
But now—
now that I'm here—
allow me to pierce
your delicate soul.
How would your world bend
if I left?
Does the air sit heavier?
Do the clocks stutter
when they strike the hour
I once filled?
Yes—
undeniably,
my absence would fill you with ache.
Our memories would replay—
each one a shard
you'd turn in your hands:
blood and gold,
something to cherish
for a lifetime.
No voice to carve the silence,
just the echo of what rattled:
my rants, my laughter,
my light against the walls—
gone.
My hands—
once woven with yours—
now just empty space
where your fingers ache for mine.
My warmth—
no longer felt
like a star's afterglow.
The thought alone
cracks the sky,
splinters my ribs.
To write the world without me—
I bleed ink,
I choke on the dust
of what I'll erase.
The world without me—
a wound that won't close.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
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Presence Over Presents
Emotional presence and connection–
are needed in a child's life.
Material gifts can't replace
the time,
the attention
that a child needs to feel loved and valued.
When was the last time you looked—
really looked—into their eyes?
Not just to check,
but to see.
To hear.
To feel the world they carry.
Many have wounded their children silently—
taught them to sit with shadows,
to embrace the dark as comfort,
to swallow their truths whole.
You've drawn them into the shadow of your absence,
into a silence no child should be made to know.
This is not parenting–
it's emotional abandonment,
it's silent neglect,
it's love postponed until it no longer beats,
nor knows how to.
Parents–
reassess your priorities,
reconnect,
revive what has been lost.
Don’t let your absence
be the first to teach them how to carry loneliness.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC
Sometimes,
it’s better not to love—
so peace remains yours.
And not to hate—
so peace stays yours.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC