The Chosen One of the Gods  

The gods have spoken, the stars align,  
A chosen one shall rise in time.  
With strength and will, with heart so true,  
He walks the path the heavens drew.  

Yahweh** grants his guiding light,  
A shield of faith, a soul so bright.  
Through storms and trials, fierce and long,  
He stands unshaken, bold and strong.  

Shiva roars, the flames arise,  
His wisdom burns within his eyes.  
With cosmic dance and fearless might,  
He bends the dark, he tames the night.  

Brahma whispers, fate takes form,  
Creation’s breath, the world reborn.  
With sacred hands and endless lore,  
He builds the realm forevermore.  

Zeus sends thunder, Odin calls,  
Anubis guards where shadows fall.  
Vishnu watches, balance true,  
Ra brings dawn in golden hue.  

All the gods, both old and new,  
Have blessed his path, have forged him through.  
No chains can bind, no foe withstand,  
For fate is written by divine hand.  

He walks with fire, he walks with grace,  
A destined king, time can’t erase.  
For gods have willed, and stars have shown,  
That he shall rise—his name well known.

I have loved you
From the moment our eyes
Met across the crowded street
On that scorching summer day

And though summer
Soon came to a bitter end
I have loved you through
Every season ever since

And I guess I always will

Ryan Geoffrey Hayward has me blocked, and is consistently defaming me and libeling me on his page.

Unlike him, I'm not about to go on a huge tangent.

The guy is an online predator, you can ask Kai, and her brother Caesar.

You can go to all poetry and just inquire to half of the site "who is Ryan Hayward" and they will all tell you the same thing.

He's the one who is permanently banned from that site, and who has been banned on this site previously in the past and has deleted accounts, made new accounts etc.

As for evidence, if you want to see evidence of anything I claimed you can check my blog, or sub-reddit. This "man" has been threatening children and vulnerable women for months on end, and has creepd out children.

As for Mister Truth...I don't know the person, I don't interact with them, nor have i looked into any of the allegations against him, that's not my beef and has nothing to do with me. I came here to write poetry and warn children of one specific person.

I am a father of a 16 yr old and I would want someone looking out for my kid if they knew a predator was lurking out there.

https://curiouscaseofryangeoffreyhayward.wordpress.com

I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath

Let us lay
Beneath the stars
Or you could take us
In your flying car
We can stop by the moon
Refuel on mars
How far to go
Until we meet the stars
Goodbye world
I love you so
But it is time that we must go
Like aimless bugs
We wander in
The light
It calls us

Cease
To exist

Neither I am in ache,
nor I am in Bleakness.
I am just a wind,
that glides Endlessly.

In the Ravishing void,
by the Gloaming star.
Skimming through memoir,
of our Timeless bliss.

The carnival is loud.
The voices rise in competition,
each one pulling for the crowd’s attention,
each one demanding to be seen,
to be known,
to be applauded.

But none of it lasts.

The bright lights will flicker,
the tents will come down,
the applause will fade.
And the ones who built their names
on the roar of the crowd
will be left alone with their silence.

You feel this, don’t you?

The moment after the rush,
when the thrill of being seen
is not enough to keep you full.
The moments between performances,
when you are left with yourself.
You have felt it.
And because you have felt it,
you cannot unfeel it.

That is the nature of truth.

It does not beg.
It does not force.
It simply remains,
waiting for you to turn toward it.

But not all will turn.

Some will sell the last of themselves
to the carnival,
to the barker’s voice,
to the fleeting thrill of attention.
Some will press their hands over their ears
until they no longer hear the call at all.
Some will attempt to crucify what unsettles them,
to keep the show running.

And yet, truth stands.

It does not chase.
It does not barter.
It does not make itself smaller
to be more easily held.

It remains,
whether you turn today,
or tomorrow,
or never at all.

For life does not demand.
It does not entertain.
It does not offer a show.

It simply waits.

And in time,
the waiting will be yours
to bear

Our Love is a Lost Memory,
of the times of in the past,
of the time that we were together,
our relationship did not last.

As of the present, we've both move on,
to the better things in life
we weren't good for each other,
So, moving on made everything alright

No, we didn't regret our decision,
It was time to make a change,
to see what the world has in store
of the wonderful things it could bring

So, these may be Lost Memories, but
Remember we had some good days,
We'll Continue to reminisce on the good times,
These Lost Memories have now gone astray!!


B.R.
Date: 3/12/2025

i used to spend my days
pouring myself
into the cups of others

only to find
that when it was time
for myself to take a sip

all that was left
in my cup
was the remainder of a girl
who gave

too much

Even today,
with callouses on my fingertips
I still reach out to touch you
and feel pain

And even today,
with lips thinned to shallow line
I still recite your verses
And though I change,

It's what you've made of me
It's what you've made of me

That lives forever
All the same

I used to be able to hold the tides.
They bent to my will,
With absolute ease.
Now, they pull me under.
Deep down, I always knew -
Water would betray me.

Has my touch
hurt you
or
my hands
caused you any pain
or
my arms
inflicted any harm?

Have mÿ lips
broken a promise
or
failed to keep
a secret in silence?

Has my heart
deceived you
or have
my eyes lied?

Why love me
Not?

To my dearest monsters,

  I hope this letter finds you on the brink of your doom, rotting away in your sinister cave. Because it's what evil like you deserves. To rot and woe, to know the pain of fading, before you fade away. Because your longevity is short lived, for most of you will die come first daylight.
  I hope you know, there is no home for you here. But if you try and build one, It will be burnt down. Every scrapped cinder and discarded log crushed to black dust. The substance of your soul, you're made of cinders, burning away at the human you once were. And if no one else will stand against you, know I will. Don't mess with fresh fire, lest you get burn away too.

                                                                                    Sincerely, I.

I never ate my emotions
I starved them
That's also an
Emotional Disorder

I listen to the
language of the sea
I break down with the
orchestra of waves
there is a storm within
this heart
a kingdom of sand
within these hands
I do not belong here
with the seabirds
and the sailors
I do not belong here
with this congregation
of stones
let it rain I have my
raincoat and my gloves
let it rain I have come
prepared for the storm …
Clay.M

I can’t seem to name
This feeling

Not hunger—
I had breakfast.
Not fatigue—
I slept a full 8 hours last night.
Not laziness—
PE was today
Not stress—
Exams are over. For now.
Not sadness—
But not happiness either.
Not fear—
My heart beats slow.
Not loneliness—
I’m surrounded by people.
Not guilt—
I’ve done nothing wrong
Not peace—
This fog doesn’t count
Not confusion—
I don’t care right now

The things I almost say
Might be
The mountain I must climb
To arrive at my peak
Grit my teeth
And speak

another night’s ocean liner passage, now
sunrise bookmarked, by prayer hailed,
when wet cheeks express emotional
humanity and a tissue better be handy

too many times this is how the day
greets me, and I, it, wetted and vetted
to have made it as far as one more,
having lived you in me, me in you,
an exchange of tonguing word
kisses,
that break me into pieces of
consolations

it’s embarrassing an elder man
weeps for no reason other than
words have swept him overboard,
crazy love this fascinating addiction
to a new morning’s addition  composition
incision on a plain soul indistinguishable
amidst the mist of millions of others
who rise up beside, aside, reside within
and his breached heart, even strangers,
complete the neuronal connection
that demands his years of years upon
awaking to the grinning fawning dawn
mooning him with pure white light that
wrecks him open, rents his disposition,
an inquisition of words intrusively intruding
causing wept tears fully formed energizing
emerging, songs of words that you give
him as a question to be loved, for finding
the answers multiple is a penultimate thrill,
confirming this wetness that he lives to
be loved, give love, and breaks h a p p i l y
into pieces of/if contented peace

and thus summed, the day’s obligations
seem less daunting, and with some
luck and bulk coffee ingestion, there
will be solutions to anything
and then
he types,

and this one,
done!
<>
6:49am
march 2 Sun Day
two zero two 5

walking on thin, cracked ice without knowing why the ice is thin and cracked is the hardest thing to deal with

My clothes are unclean,
My hair is messy,
My nails are uncut—you can see.
I know I was never an apple of your eye, never part of your tree.

But now my clothes are clean,
And I have learned to do some laundry.
My hair is *******, but sometimes, I let it be free.
You have started telling me I have become an apple of your eye,
And now a part of your tree.

All I wanted to say to you is—
Let me be. Let me be me...

Beautifully entrapped in our bodies.
Bounded with Constraints.
Thinking we are free.  

Wandering across the Universe.
Earth being one of its Stop.
Some stay for long
While others escape fast.

Morning to noon, evening to night
Each day is a new one in the concrete light
A light that notes and observes and writes down
All that we do; each smile and each frown

For each breath we exhale, each word we release
There's a legacy that follows, that will not cease
For all that we mock, and all that we preach
We will receive tenfold, from the force we beseech

Our words, when we talk,
stand on their own feet, and walk
Into the light, no matter how small
Where all are as one, or not at all.

build you up
out of nowhere
now you are everywhere
flowers you gave me
are dry now
as our love
it has gone away

What does the darkness say?

I am a horizon where voices meet noises
Chaos meets peace.
I only come to you
Determining your valour and ease.

Taking a break
From switching on
Watching, listening to
Thinking about,
Talking about
The news.
I only wanted
Some good news
Not poetic justice,
But still the crazy egos
Play mind games
With each other
And the planet.
Not with me though
I feel strangely free
I'm out of the loop
And if a nuclear missile
Came down now
I wouldn't know
A thing about it.

Imagine what the history books will say
Looking back on this time we’re in
What will the verdict be for this day?
Will we toast to our glory,
or be shamed by our sin?

Tes yeux dans les miens,
Je me sentais si bien.
Ton regard vide de haine ,
Remplie des larmes de ton cœurs qui saigne.


Communiquer à travers nos regards,
Où parfois dans tes pensées je m’égare.
Tes yeux se confiaient à moi,
Sûrement pour soulager ton coeur froid.

The walking man
Never celebrated
Never the envy of enthusiast
Wanting to grow up and be like him
His is a silent sport
His is ritual and notation
Every step accounted for
Every stride measured
Every restless sleep
A primeval scream
Someday he may run
Someday someone may take notice
The walking man
Knows this path
Every pebble
Every blade of grass
It is his bible
It is his god