Many emotions
Lack of solutions
The hurt and pain
Caused by you or to you
Shrouded in mystery
The pain never alone
Whom to please
Yourself or others?
What’s understood
And not
It’s no more important
Leaf out of the crowd
To the lake, a breath of fresh air
Is all it takes
To ease out the nerves
Drift  to a place of calm
peace and solitude
Within
And around

You are to me what
dreams are made of.
I dream of you in lots
of different ways.
For example:
touching stars,
flying angels,
riding on clouds,
making magic
seeing fairies
writing happy-
ever-after- tales.
I count the ways
I dream of you.
Best of all  
every dream
of you - just
as you  are -
came true.

Tobias

Past: I loved you yesterday,
in all the days before then,
way back to when I first
met you.

Present: I love you today,
more than I can ever say.

Future: tomorrow I will love
you. From here on, come
what may, our love will lead
us into and through every day.

Tobias

Wish I could disappear
Been in the worst major depressive episode of my life this past month. I am triggered easily and I have so much anger and frustration and sadness I don’t know where to channel it all. I’ve lost 15 pounds according to my scale. Wondering if maybe I’ll just eventually shrivel up to nothing and disappear. What a relief it would be. #Depression #Suicide

how wonderful it is,
to love and be loved

poets,
come to me,
let's reach the purity of divine,
your spirit to bloom for eternal joy and wisdom,
come catch my hand,
let's fly beyond the earthly veils of time.

FOR SYDRIVERS

There is one Poet I have grown to Like so much
He's special in a million ways
I sit and look through my window pane
As the rain hits the pane.
Kissing and licking the earth,
His Poetry Sends me Lullabies of fantasies
His words calm and solemn
I admire his style
He's Vast and enormous
And So
I cling
Clinging to my window
Reading his poems
As I write mine and send it into the air
As it trails everywhere
And finds him
Finds him in a City
Called
Hello Poetry
In that City
Too many poets abound
Intertwining
Frolicking
Perusing
Meandering
And as I walked along the street
Of the City of Hello Poetry
I met a Stranger
And Will always read his poems
For between his poems
There is a space
A space devoid of questions, but just solace
And here I am again
Sending this into the air
Ad it trails the city of hello poetry
To a place where no one else could be
But
SydRivers

This is for Sydrivers,
My Hello Poetry Friend