Reality is weird.
It taunts you,
but also love you?
It makes the best people sad,
and the worst happy.

Its like reading a book,
you don’t know whats going to happen,
but you guess.
And when the end is near,
You think about everything that happened.

You might smile,
you might cry.
No one knows but you.

Sometimes life gets hard,
And reality’s a hard place.
So, you drift far away,
into the land of imagination.

As you step in,
you see dreams come true,
a fantasy becomes reality.
Everything you’ve ever wanted,
is now by your side.

You are free from all judgment,
no one you have to be perfect for,
you are free to be you.
Everything you’ve lost,
Comes back into this world.

As you continue to walk,
there's no sadness or grief.
I am standing next to you,
laughing as the sunsets.
Everything is peaceful.

The walls feel soft and cozy,
but you know nothing can hurt you here.
No matter how weak it feels,
you do not question its security.

And when times time comes,
To go back to your realty,
You will.
But this time,
you’ll be happy.

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                                            Why are you so sad?
Because I am broken.
Everything in this world I once loved,
betrayed me,
or forever left.

All that I have endured has turned into trauma,
in ways I cannot express.
But, don't worry about me,

                        Because the Universe never liked me anyways.

I want you sick,
full of the fever of life,
so hot, so fierce—
a love
you can’t stop
singing and dancing
for beauty and truth.

Wounds weep, there's no balm.
Your tears fall louder than pain's calm.
Afraid? No, just worried.
Anxious, anxious—
Ekneirbrucnaowdey—
thoughts slipping, tripping, fading to gray,
Where even the stars despair to find their way.

One, two, three—the stars fall,
Amidst the golden light's sinking stall.
Void, empty, it is,
With no sun to guide which planet to which.

As winter bows out and spring takes the stage,
Our love blossoms anew, turning every new page.
Like flowers that blossom in the warmth of the sun,
Each moment together shows our hearts have won.

With the summer’s bright glow and fall’s gentle sway,
We cherish each season that comes into play.
Through laughter and light, under starlit skies,
My love, in your presence, my spirit will rise.

Poured measured and forged
mistakes debates
fears and many years
Son of a Son to a Son
tempered
to remember
assembled
never
dismembered.
I am the blacksmith
you are the sword
a father not your lord
God plexed tenacity
steel tempered capacity
every boy deserves favour
my time is gone
be bold stay strong
love ad's character to labour.

It's funny how
It's easier to open my skin
Then to open my mouth
And ask for help

“Are you okay?”

Sweetheart, I write poetry
And some kindhearted people said I write it well
…
That can only mean one thing
My mind is an unescapable hell

“Yeah, just tired”

i am not a poet,

nor am i a poem.

i am not a writer,

nor a book.

i am not a painter,

nor a painting.

i am not a sculptor,

nor a sculpture,

i  am not the artist,

nor the muse.

i am an idea,

that exists

only

in your imagination