It appears dark —
The never-ending battle
Between heart and mind:
Which to follow, which to hold?
Do you follow love or logic?
Both hold endless opportunities,
Many yet to unfold.
Will they ever reach the surface?
Not a single human knows.
The mind ponders so deep,
Similar to the heart, which never ceases to beat.
Two, crucial in all our lives —
But how do you decide, and make one hide?
It’s a question nobody answers,
One that haunts people’s dreams.
The regret that ever so slowly creeps:
“Who should I have followed?” they ask.
“The one I felt drawn to,
Or the one to complete the task?”
The truth hurts,
So deep, although pure.
Only one matters —
Its power, one that fails to scatter.
Follow it, and you’ll never fall.
It’s the heart, rich in red,
Its rhythm like a dancing thread.
The mind may drift, lost in thought,
But when the heart is caught, they both forever stop.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
May just arrived,
Always perfectly on time.
The flowers start to bloom,
Their petals spread just as stars scatter near the moon.
So many different kinds,
Each leaving a particular imprint behind.
Roses, rich in red,
Make the most uncomfortable flower bed.
Sunflowers, so loud and bright,
Start to droop by the end of the night.
Hibiscus, tropical and pink,
Wither away when the sun begins to sink.
Hydrangeas, gorgeous and wide,
Full of toxins that cause others to fall behind.
Humans are like flowers —
We’re all different types; some bloom, some wither,
Yet we still end up together.
We’re all gorgeous, inside and outside;
Flowers just have certain seasons when they thrive.
Don’t fret being unique —
You have a color people seek,
The grace that makes a bouquet beautiful and complete.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
When death finds you, may it find you alive.
Feelings inside can never truly hide.
You may push them down or shove them away,
But the truth will come out one day.
It may be day, it may be night —
Don’t attempt to put up a fight.
Darkness fails to fully consume;
Light will slowly bloom, like swaying flowers in the month of June.
What’s meant to be will always find its way,
Don’t waste time pondering away.
For flowers will always sway.
Humans are plants —
So gentle, yet strong.
We spread our roots like notes flowing from a song.
So don’t let the day fleet;
Turn your life into something sweet.
For everything comes to an end —
Although, when death finds us, we’ll be alive again.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC
A heart so precious,
Its beat—relentless and ambitious.
There are no words to describe
How it lights up even the darkest of worlds.
I sit all day and think how I can make my rhythm match yours,
Like waves that crash against the shores.
I chase the love my heart implores;
Mine will only stop when yours ceases to beat,
Forever tied to your breathtaking heartbeat.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC
There was red, and there was blue.
Can’t forget orange, yellow, and purple too.
There’s one missing,
So vibrant and bright—
It’s the color of life,
Reminds me of something pure.
It’s the cure to sadness,
My true happiness.
It’s imprinted in my brain;
I’ll never forget the color’s shade.
It’s his eyes—
My forever and true light.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Life is too short, even when the day feels long.
Always try again, even if the work you’re putting in seems gone,
Since moments slip away like notes from a song.
We may flee the day away, but it’s where we belong.
Each dream you chase is a step toward the light;
Which is exactly why you must hold on tight,
To not let go of the glow that guides your way,
On the path where passion and imagination sway.
In the end, you’ll see
that the life in front of you is exactly what it’s meant to be.
So don’t try and change the future; it will flow in like the tides that pass,
But the moments we’re experiencing now are too precious to last.
Life is too short, even when the day feels long.
Always try again, even if the work you’re putting in seems gone,
Since moments slip away like notes from a song.
We may flee the day away, but it’s where we belong.
Each dream you chase is a step toward the light;
Which is exactly why you must hold on tight,
To not let go of the glow that guides your way,
On the path where passion and imagination sway.
In the end, you’ll see
that the life in front of you is exactly what it’s meant to be.
So don’t try and change the future; it will flow in like the tides that pass,
Because the moments we’re experiencing now are too precious to last.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
The sun shines,
Where love aligns.
People tend to find
Their feelings intertwined,
As they dance like waves at sea.
Put yourself in another’s heart to roam free,
While your hearts together beat like echoes in the deep.
Love is a journey, a precious story ready to unfold;
It brightly shines like a dream untold.
It’s easy to see the way love can be,
For love in the light makes all wrongs seem right
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
The sky is full of it;
Soft sounds in the hue.
His eyes remind you of it,
A calm and never-ending blue.
The ocean reflects it,
As the waves move ever so lightly,
Like the bluish flowers in the light.
Its colors mirror the sky,
A truly beautiful sight.
In its journey, full of life and glee,
A butterfly can never see
The beauty of its own blue wings.
Its true colors only a heart can look through,
As its wings flutter out of view,
Into the bright blue sky over me and you.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC