In this world of black and white,
I stumbled upon a radiant light,
A beacon of hope in the midst of the fray,
Her gentle touch drove the shadows away.

Her laughter, a symphony of unbridled delight,
As we danced through our days and into the night,
In the tapestry of our lives, our threads entwined,
A kindred spirit, so rare to find.

In the depths of her eyes, I found solace,
A sanctuary, a secret oasis,
Her soul, a mirror of my own,
A truth untold, yet always known.

The colors she painted in my heart,
An iridescent work of art,
Her presence, a song that set me free,
The only one who understood me.

But fate, it seems, has a different plan,
She walks this earth with another's hand,
My heart, a secret I cannot share,
For I would never wish to ensnare.

And so, from a distance, my love shall grow,
A silent ember, a hidden glow,
I'll protect and stand by her side,
A confidant, forever her guide.

For in her happiness, I find my own,
A love unspoken, yet never alone,
In the twilight of our lives, I will remain,
A devoted friend, through joy and through pain.

I didn’t know I could find comfort in a person till I met you
you didn’t know me and I didn’t know you
two strangers intertwined between the magnetic force of our destined love
two souls, one ruling over Venus and the other mercury
we’re beautifully written
you feel like thunder and you got fire in your spirit
we’re two opposites
I’m the meadow filled with daisies and though I have the disadvantage of wildfires I’m quite beautiful
you’re on the beach at night filled with calm waves, you’re laid back and know how to make people feel welcomed
the only disadvantage you contain is your waves can become deadly when provoked
we’re perfectly imperfect
every time the rain falls you gravitate towards my mind
I carry a little piece of you wherever I go
to remind me I’m safe, I'm loved
because that’s how you make me feel
I seek refuge in your arms
and this feels like home
I could do this for hours,  days,  years,  forever if that’s fine with you
I apologize for coming off as desperate
but with you, I feel myself and yes, that’s the truth
so may your waves put off my fires when they get too out of hand
and may my fires keep you warm when you’re too cold
either way, this is something not even my beautiful words can’t describe
expect you’re the one I desire and hope that’s fine.

When you love someones whose smile lights up your world but… Yours does not do the same for them…

When you love someone whose hugs make you feel as though you are surrounded by bulletproof glass and nothing can harm you but...
To them, it is just greeting

When you love someone whose laugh and spirit bring you more joy in a second than you’ve ever had before but…
To them, you’re just laughing

When you love someone who does not love you back, you…
Laugh, and cry later
You...
Hug them like it is the last time

and you smile when you see them happy with the person they love, even though it is  not you

because when you love someone you do anything to bring them joy.

even if it destroys you.

I know her name
But not much more
that’s a shame
Because I like her candour
I relate to her
She relates to me
I like her pictures
She likes my poetry
I flirt with her on text
Her replies are teasing at best
I wonder what’s next
Hopefully, she’s impressed
I want to see her up close
But the distance is a bother
She’s become my daily dose
And I don’t want another
I like the way she talks
Her charm is subtle and upbeat
She’s got me in a deadlock
Talking to her feels bittersweet
I know we don’t stand a chance
And I was in danger
This was the circumstance
She is perfect but a near stranger

I wish I would take my own advice that I write on paper lines. These lines describe my struggle with life, why my mental health is at a all-time decline combine that with depression and time. You get someone who describes why their house is not always filled with light.

My poetic lines are masked with rhymes that disguise the ugliness I hold inside. Underneath this, I put on a kid who throws a fit and sprinkle a whole lot of sin and you get this. A man, who doesn’t understand he can’t change God’s plan even if he tried with both hands. My hands weren’t made to expand the Devil’s plan. God’s plan is to mold me into a man that can withstand the Devil’s trance.

I wish I can advance and attack instead of collapse and whither like a plant. I can’t relax when I’m constantly getting harassed by the Devil’s laughs. My future happiness are memories from my past. I wish I can redo this life and get one second chance. I want to go back, back where I surpassed all the slaps and smacks that life threw at me. I want to be what my father raised me to be. A man, who now understands that even a plant can become a branch.

I write to fight off demons that haunt me at night. Late nights when the moon is out aren’t always bright, but that’s alright. Writing is my therapy to at least gain some clarity. This works for me. These poetic lines that I write will heal my heart with time.

A rose smells soft once groomed by loving shear,
The dust that settled on this gardener’s soul
Is stirred by breathing deep the odor dear:
The offered silk smooth blanket wraps me whole,
Not freely given but by ****** price:
A finger pricked by thorn but once or twice.

Though, gardener’s blood pays not the full expense,
For “loving” shears show love by marring thee.
For those without the florist’s favor hence
Are coldly culled, denied their right to be.
The chosen thrive by cost of others’ doom;
Thus goes the tale of gardener and the bloom.

If gentle stem is pressed by nature’s breeze,
That wood is stronger by the season’s end.
And though the sun may burn or ice may freeze,
Fair nature does not seek to break or mend.

And though a tree may shade it’s neighbor shrub,
It canopies by nature, not by will.
And though the mother bird may eat the grub,
The beast would likewise die without the ****.

Nor may the viper will away it’s fangs,
Nor wolf nor dog grow flat it’s tearing jaws,
Nor spider may retire the web it hangs,
Nor lioness may glove her slashing paws.

By lawless rule does nature rule alone,
Indifferent to whom all should die or live.
If each within that space pursued their own,
By happenstance, by fate would favor give.
Yet we unnatural twist that hand of fate,
Perverting life that we did not create.

The gardener looks upon their rose to say,
"What skill is mine for crafting beauty thee?"
While nature's fair design we thus betray.
While owning life that truly aught be free.
While stealing thee from nature's very womb.
Thus goes the tale of gardener and the bloom.

A lonely heart, a stagnant soul

Searching for something to make me whole.

A broken spirit with tattered wings

Unsure of what the future brings.

Doubt it haunts me, it smiles, it leers

Despair takes rein, it neighs and it sneers.

My strength leaves me when darkness takes hold.

The walls that protect me begin to erode.

Depression and fear an arduous fight,

Slowly it creeps like shadows at night.

They shackle, they chain, they grip and they mire.

They dim my light and consume my fire.

Empty of light with no hope to cling

I scream and I shout, I cry and I sing.

But muffled sounds are all that is heard

For Anxiety is stealing every word.

Unable to breathe, still trapped in a bind.

It cripples my body, it alters my mind.

No magical pill. No mystical potion

Can help free me of these negative emotions.