When will enough be truly enough?
When does the sadness and the hurt
settle into disgust?
What if love simply is not enough?
He soothes the edges of my nature,
yet stirs a storm within my being—
devouring my every thought
and casting clouds upon my judgment.
As this seasonal cycle conflicts within me
again and again,
sunshine diminishes into the mist of foggy nights.
A walking contradiction,
I lack the strength to reject these feelings
as I dissolve into our intimate moments—
even when the reality is painfully clear:
the realization of our fate is nowhere near.
When will enough be enough?
When does the sadness and the hurt
finally settle into disgust?
What if love is simply not enough?
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 12:36 AM UTC
We rely on the body.
Its intricate makeup is who we are.
We’re supposed to trust it.
But can we?
It is volatile, like life itself.
And like the spot on my *****
my brain turns fickle,
and I become an unreliable narrator.
Removed, protected, misplaced,
my brain folds around me,
confines me in a chamber.
Intrusive thoughts threaten my night watch,
but nothing can flow in or out.
So I sit here and read from a book titled “my life.”
Memories sift through its pages—
past, present, and future.
My eyes trace them, chapter by chapter.
My voice wavers,
just like my lack of control.
I cannot focus on a single thought.
So I fall silent.
My mind is locked behind this chamber, but
I see your eyes searching my face for answers.
I chew my food, gazing blankly at the TV.
Your love reaches for me through your stare,
but I cannot fully arrive here with you.
I am elsewhere.
Somewhere inside the chamber
I sit alone.
I read this scene as it happens,
as it unravels,
word by word,
from the book titled “my life.”
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
I spend many days
trying to sum up emotions
what do they equal to?
Feeling so much, and then so little,
I secure my belt
as I sit on this ride
these contradictions
blindside, and whiplash me.
But that's just life isn't it?
Peaceful, but frightful
joyful, but lonely...
I imagine that's an emotion
most people feel.
There's a longing so strong
I can almost touch it,
but it's not here.
And because of that my eyes are blurred
unable to see the beauty around me
even if there is just me
and things don't add up.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
The underlying current
of self-knowledge,
transformation, and love—
my potential self:
empathetic,
loving,
confident,
joins hands
with my existing self:
insecure,
empty,
confused.
Together, they skip toward the sunset,
melding—
as something new arrives,
taking a seat
in the place that was once
cold-hearted,
spiteful,
neglected.
I am now warm and enlightened.
My transformed self
embraces the flesh upon my bones
and cherishes the essence of my nature.
I retreat from my sanctuary no longer,
for I have finally learned
to love who I am.
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 2:02 PM UTC
Still. In silence.
Embraced in a gaze,
my eyes are latched onto yours.
My thumb traces along the
Stubble above your lips...
I’m trapped in your wells,
I wish I could transfer
The pain, the sorrow, the anxiety.
With just one lingering gaze,
Be the host for your troubling
Disposition.
So I could deal with it for you.
and you could be set free
and lay in peace.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
I admit, I’ve never chosen you.
Falling in love is temporary,
love is a choice.
And I surrender to you.
You’re heart is grandiose.
In search of an asylum,
the delicacy of your love,
softens my core.
Peering into your soul,
through the earthy green
in your eyes, that spec of blood orange
a fire lights inside of you, hungry
to achieve a purpose.
I want to be your motivation,
be your motivator.
We could lose time
but we’d meet back at the equator,
once again, feeding the fire
that lights for you and I.
We’ve survived darkness
time & time again, lost.
In search of that dwindling fire
we find each other, nose to nose.
We are special, We are young, We are beautiful, We are complex,
We are strong.
We are real.
Years spent, trying to navigate
the passion of our love.
We’ve rebelled against time,
against distance...
We are flawed, we are damaged.
But we are stubborn in love.
I hope I’m not too late,
I want a clean slate
I’m not holding back anymore.
For the first time, boo
I choose you.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Detached.
A stranger standing
In front of me.
Extrinsically scrutinizing
This figure staring back at me.
Eyes dead like a corpse
An expression of no remorse.
How did I get here!
Here, I stare.
I stare at a reflection I don't endorse.
Startled by who stands before me.
This is not who I want to be.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Routine is a maze.
Tracing a rigid line,
Landing at it’s precise destination.
Confined to its habitual course,
Without alteration,
The path unchanging; dull.
I become uninterested.
Blasé towards existence,
A lack of verve and vigor
Burns inside me.
Hungry by the urge to flee,
It fuels the desire within me.
I cannot endure a life of mediocrity.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
Overcast and gloom
Completely colorless
In utter helplessness
Suffocated in clouds of black
Nights I lay restless
Days I feel reckless
I wish I could go back
To when smiles were genuine
To when yellows and pinks
Supressed blues and greys
An internal storm is stirring
From darkness and dolour
Cheers to the day I see colour
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
The diligence of the mask,
cast over
grief and self pity.
Surrounded by peers
of the same committee.
Pain glistens in the eyes,
home to dark bags that gaze
at the end of the bottle.
We put ourselves in full throttle.
We take our hats off to tomorrow,
and intake clouds into our chest.
No need for rest.
As we decide to sit side by side,
Sky high.
Where we can lie,
and hide
the grief we have built up inside.
For our former selves,
that we've thrown aside.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC