Love is beauty, and Love is pain.
Love is loving, even when you know you’ll get hurt again.
Love is life, but Love is death.
Love is fighting for someone, until your last breath.
Love is starving, to feed someone else.
Love is letting someone shine, even if you have to stay on the shelf

Boy:      You love me back...
              you do, don’t you?
Girl:      I can’t be so bold,
              neither can I sling a single ‘not’,
              nor hurl to you a hurting bolt.

Boy:      Won’t we meet again by the grace of Luck?
              Won’t these ticks of Luck tock us a tittle knock?
Girl:      My time for you won’t tick that tock,
              nor shall yours be the tickles you sought.

Boy:      Don't let tiny ticks clip love with cutting clicks.
              Every scented rose sure has its piercing ******
              though love's tricks shall, too, mull soul's briny creeks
              for a rainbow glow on your rain swept cheeks.

Girl:      Don't you see we're buffed in baffling bricks
              and Time has caged us in her muffling ribs?

Boy:      But, I guess you know of poems of want,
              lines love-wrought which Defiance sought?
Girl:      That, too, I can tell you not
              whether I can read a single word love wrote.

Boy:      Love’s capriciously wrought in this plot.
              You can’t be of the same selfish sort!
Girl:     .....

Boy:     No, a shimmering story bestowed
             from the gone old days of gold...
Girl:     : ))

Boy:     Why! Shouldn’t smiles bend Time’s knee
             and in glee thus be free?
             Could love only ever be a wee old fantasy?
Girl:   .....

Boy:     We can speak of it not.
             All the same, can deny it not.

             Longingly locked in Luck’s ill-fitting frock!
Girl:   .....

Boy:     My heart is bold; can’t tame it, I fought.
             And, without it, would I be the man I sought?
Girl:   .....

Boy:     With or without you I’m not.
             Blind a barbed knot!
             How I wish I cared not a single jot.
Girl:     That’s a terrible knot.
             You must curl to it not.

Boy:     Yes, no;
             if you here shall ever be not,
             and Time’s silver I sought
             in your hair be forgot,
             I’ll upon thee more love allot.
Girl:     ?!

Boy:     The stars in thine eyes I’ll never be.
             Nor the silver in your hair shall I stay ‘n see.
             But,
             there’s this in me Time is green with envy:
             this deity on the knee who loves loving thee.
             This heart for thee shall heed no decree;
             that which makes this sorry boy you see
             the very divine friend that he will ever be.
Girl:      : ))))))

Don't
      chase attention or
affection.  You   are   you.
     this is who you are,
    and   you  are  enough.
              It's not
         up to anyone
               else to
      decide otherwise.

     It's a waste of time
          and energy
      trying to convince
           everyone
   you are this unrealistic
     version of yourself.
       Just be genuine.

    To  the  right  person,
         you will never
            be made to
       feel like you're not
               enough.
Learn  to  let  vulnerability
        inspire you and not
            frighten you.
What makes you vulnerable
        is what makes you
human and I think being
              human is a
           beautiful thing.                                                   Jon York   2019

You must
           remind  yourself
            everyday: That you
   alone  are  in  charge  of  your  
            happiness. You
                will not
    let anything outside
            of  yourself
                 control
                     you.

                You are
         creating  a  life
      that  feels  good  on  
the  inside  and  that  will  
   ­       be enough to
    turn into experiences
         that  are good
        on   the  outside.

               And when
       a negative thought
                                                                ­                     
  enters your mind, think
     three positive ones.
                   Train
           yourself to flip
               the script.
                                                         ­                                 Jon York   2019

Skeletons we hide,
Behind the laws we abide,
Hidden inside our hearts,
The evil goes deep and wide.

To keep the truth hidden,
Label others heathen,
All the stories are made up,
If you speak up, it's treason.

Here's a series of lies,
While the truth dies,
Upcoming new seasons,
Existence cries.