With all the thoughts
That you have thought of
And all the dreams
You've ever dreamt

With all your worshipping
Upon everlasting strength

And all your waste of hopes
And poetical lament

With every inner struggle
And every night's torment
You exist to be
Another's denouement.

So don't despair, love,
And end your discontent
For you have a purpose,
As you will have an end.

Love stories are not meant to be lived
you know that from the deleted faces
and vanished traces
of the ones once most valuable to you.

I don't get you I said
don't I feel a regret
for the women i loved
but was never able to live with

don't they still haunt me?

Regret is not the word
the man was adamant,
it's more a mourning for your failure
a tormenting reminder of an undefined deficiency
that you were not up to them
or in the wrath of missing the target
they were not up to you
and then he fired the killing shot

what you remember is not the love
years have wiped out the details
leaving you with the embers of unaccomplished missions
which in the first place
you didn't deserve to be a part of.

I hated his departing words.

True love lives in the stories
and love stories are not meant to be lived.

There is only one name above all.
The name above all names.
The name that has power.
The name that gives us hope.
One name above all

The name that gave us all.
The name that some people praise.
The name that we can’t forget.
The name that never leaves us.
The name who’s always our friend.
One name above all

He goes by many names.
Lord, Savior, God Almighty, God.
And there’s probably more.
He gave his son’s life for us.
He helps us through dark and tough times.
There’s only one name above all.
One name above all.
The name who we never forget.

Odd color
of trifling light
Flitting petal
blue-purple-gray
emerged from asphalt's
heated slumber
to lead some airy way--

The road forgot

I want to write a poem as long as California*

Nope, I want to write a poem as short as his *****
As short as a stump: When we think of bravery
Right away we think of the soldier, the hero:

When we think of his behavior its reflects on
His upbringing that influenced his character
The mouth that eats salt and pepper
Would thirst for water: it craves the attention

When I think of eating  some fishcakes,
I immediately think of the bones
That sensation of something stuck in my throat, then sudden death
They is an action, and a reaction
I want to write a poem that is going to outlive the pecker
But as trended as hate crimes…………

Is it perfect, did I get it right?
Missing pieces, relatable feels.
Sweaty palms, panic, fright.
Heart jumps back, chest reels.

Incomplete, forever it will be,
blinded by the daunting fear.
No one’s work, is mastery,
others judge it, don’t you see?

Self improvement guide’s,
our next steps towards,
the best self versions,
as we move forward.

Waiting for approval,
justified by the few,
who never truly,
understand you.

They say less is more,
but there is more in less,
so how do you choose your words?
To not be left with regret!

My words are for the amateurs,
critics step aside,
together our words will flourish,
together we realize.

Get it out the door, they
say you only live once.
Continue writing more,
go on inspire on!

I feel like I've gone completely numb
I over think everything
I drink
It's quiet
I'm sober
It's screaming
Drink after drink
Shot after shot
I passed out in the shower and I wish I just drown instead
I kissed you last night but today it feels wrong

one cannot love the ocean
without asking an orphan
to be
specific.

I tell my words
to use
my poems.

father he quotes
echo. his shadow

a short story
by ghost.

I think of you
When I'm alone and stuck in my head

I think of you
When you're gone and I'm in bed

I think of you
On the phone, when our calls end

I think of you
I'm not alone when i hold your hand

I think of you
When I look at where life has led

I think of you
And I'm In awe of all the things we've said

I think of you
When I'm hanging on by a thin thread

I think of you
And form more questions in my head

Like do you think about me too?
And What lies ahead?