when i said i love you no matter what
i meant it
i continue to mean it
but i know now
what "no matter what"
truly means
i still love you, no matter what.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
A flurry of magic emerging from hand
Strengthening ties through the playing of land
The power of green and her mana filled plays
Brought forth through the choice of her mighty pathways
Ultimate power paid through the blood price
An unholy ritual borne of sacrifice
The power of black till the goal has been seized
The potence of death through this color unleashed
With the power of instinct a rapid quick strike
And the duel is over in the speed of light
The power of red passion boiling inside
And hastily wrought as the battlefield's fried
Through carefully studying the knowledge of old
To ponder upon what the future may hold
The power of blue seeks control till the end
And counters against what their opponent may send
But hope glimmers still in the darkest of night
And not all is lost when there is still light
The power of white unites the steadfast
A determined struggle from the first to the last
Decks filled with creatures great and small
A decision to make to go wide or go tall?
Colors of five: red, white, blue, black, and green
Spells cast in hand what a magical scene
None of those spells are as enchanting as you
My magical poet of red, white, and blue
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC
Love is described in stories as a fall
Deep into the unknown embracing all
The little things coming your way
And the blowing wind as it rushes past your face
Many people have warned against it
Some have been caught or have been hurt by it
The bottom is dangerous they say
Love is a trap in many ways
But though I know that love hurts at times
For to say that a fall does not hurt is a lie
It is a fall I take and gladly do
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Because I know I’ll fall into the waiting arms of you
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
Love is like the water
It nourishes and brings life
Through blood
Unaffected by the rocks along its way
Following the paths in its place
Yet remains strong
Floating things upon its surface
Concealing the depths within
Love is like the wind
It nourishes and brings life
Through breath
Floating through the air
Unseen but still there
Yet remains strong
Blowing what needs to be blown far away
Cooling the storms within
Love is like the earth
It nourishes and brings life
Through skin
Holding the foundational base
Steadfast throughout all the days
Yet remains strong
Weathering the changing seasons
Holding sacred treasures within
Love is like the fire
It nourishes and brings life
Through warmth
Burning away the old mildew
Allowing things to begin anew
Yet remains strong
Forging life in its cleansing flames
Blazing the future within
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
It's taken me years
Of writing and reading,
Living,
Giving and receiving,
Love
To realise;
Love is simple
It's humans
That are complicated
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
Love is mud
Though it starts unbaked
Soft
Through the burning of the sun
The passing of the days
It hardens and forms a structure that stands
The test of time
Handled with patience and care
Even the ***** and unformed
Can become something beautiful
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
I wait for the last ten minutes to pass
I wait for the last nine minutes still
I wait for the last eight minutes
I wait for seven minutes
I wait six minutes more
I wait now for five
I wait for four
I wait here
I wait
I…
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
It's 3am
I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone
It's 3am
The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station
It's 3am
I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled
It's 3am
I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary
It's 3am
Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight
It's 3am
I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 4:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
When I put my thoughts into writing
But what I do know here today
Is that I want to write down something
It’s time to let myself go
It is time for me to see
No matter going fast or slow
As long as thoughts roam free
Starting is always the hardest part
When it comes to writing poetry
But as long as it comes from the heart
Then that’s good enough for me
Bad and good, big and small
My poems come in many kinds
“Skill” doesn’t matter, if at all
What matters is that they’re mine
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC