My darling, I will find you
underneath the burning sea.
I will know no rest
until I bring you safely home with me~

The dusk came;
I watched the moon glowing,
and there I have it,
a word to describe the feeling when you’re bluer than blue;
Yellow, darling,
that’s what it felt like, right?
Glowing, but empty.
It’s time to let go of those
who lift you up just to leave you emptier
than when they found you.
Remember how the sun sets to make way for the moon?
Well, this I tell you:
The moon leaves for a brighter day.
The dawn came;
I watched as the sun turned slowly
from red
to bright orange.
It’s the morning,
and
it’s
beautiful.
It’s time to rise and shine darling.
Rise above the horizon
and shine brighter.

To become your own sun,
to realize that you are the world,
and that
the people,
and the places,
and the phrases
and words
and thoughts
and ideas
that revolve
and pass around you
are
to each
their own solar systems.
It was wrong of them to tell us
that no man is an island.
Each one of us is an island,
and it is when you
peek into
The
Looking
Glass
that you realize
that some islands
have beacons
and some have
watchtowers,
yet all of them
are searching
for another light.
To shine in their way;
to lead,
or be lead
home.”

— *Y.O. & D.C.

A friend told me
that when life
ever gets me down
I should just remember
That Day.
No,
I’m talking about
a completely
different
day
now.
How did that song go again?
“I will always remember;
it was late afternoon.”
Wasn’t that
how it went?
To be right there
with You
on That Day
was more than I
could have ever
asked for.”

and here I found myself
in complete radio silence.
You're the soft humming static,
the deafening silence
as soon as I close my car door.
There's a certain kind of peace here,
though what I have is emptiness;
what I have is nothing.
You're the cigarette in my fingers at 3 am,
if only I hadn't quit.
You're the portrait that I'd create in awe,
if only I knew how to draw.
You're every song and piece of poetry
that these hands will ever compose for months,
and even years,
and by the stars, sweetie,
do I know how to write.

Sweetie.
let's cover ourselves in blankets
and good stories
so
we
can
enjoy
it.

Breathe.
Breathe deep,
and in between
those breaths
bring back
banished beliefs
buried beneath
beyond
broken bonds
and
burnt bliss.

Embers.
Embers everywhere
of emotions
expecting
Elysium’s
elusive embrace.

Roses.
Roses scattering
restlessly;
rarely receiving
reprieve;
reminiscing;
ruing
reproachful ravens
resting
rigidly;
rabidly reaping,
rending
rotten remains,
resenting rainfall
refusing remorse.

Nostalgia.
Nostalgia underneath
neon nightlights;
noticing
nubs,
noises,
nuances;
neither neglecting
nameless
nonbelievers,
nor nurturing
narrow-sighted
naiveté.

Asleep.
Asleep amidst
fleeting azaleas
acknowledging
an abandon
amplifying
already
almighty
affection;
almost
altering
an­cient,
ardent,
adamant
air
as an
ageless art.

Loss.
Loss overpowering;
lost love,
lingering longing,
lasting laments.
Lachrymose lovers
left layers
of a
limited life
within
long-forgotten lore;
lest labeled
Loveless;
left
little
longer
living.

Yearning.
Yearning for
the warmth
of home.
Yesterday,
You
were
yelling
‘YES’
at the top
of your lungs,
and
it
was
enough.
Yet
Yggdrasil
yielded
yew
for years
and years;
young,
yellow yeggs
yanked asunder
Yin
from Yang
into the
ever yonder.

Night-time.
Night-time symphonies
nullify
nothingness;
nourishing
Nyx Nightmother’s
need
of newfound
night-thinkers;
napping
nonchalantly
now,
near,
and nevermore.

~**D.C.

Another sun sets in the horizon,
but our day is just beginning.
We were on a road that led to nowhere.
But it didn’t matter,
because we couldn’t see the end.
And I thought to myself
that it would be alright
if we postponed all our worries for tomorrow.
Like how you went out through the window
while your parents were asleep, since we had places to be.
Along the way
you started complaining that you were hungry,
and we were running out of gas,
while the only thing I could think about
was how perfectly your hand fit in mine.

~*D.C.

T'was a myriad of emotions that had overcome,
Of life, love, and laughter, with happiness for some.
Years will have passed, but this love shall remain true,
Outlasting time that pales in comparison, to the bond I have with you.

Under dreamy night skies, star-crossed lovers shall wait.
Withstanding the distances, unyielding to their fate.
Hope burns anew like a living and kindred fire,
Only because of you, the one I truly desire.

I was once in pain, and had gone astray.
And then you came along, and took it all away.
During the nights that you shared with me your stories,
Oh, I miss you so, you had taken all my worries.

Remember, my love, for I wrote this because of you.
Even if we are to be apart, I will always love you.
So much so, that nothing can ever replace,
The warmth of your presence, your candid embrace.

"People treat you like damaged goods
or ticking time bombs,
as if you’re some oddity
they would never understand
even when they don’t know a thing about you.
You are not some machine to be fixed.
You are not a problem.
You are not a burden.
You are a person
healing from the hurt,
finding warmth
under the rain
and wonder
under the stars.
And late at night
as you share
your stories
I feel like the Earth,
listening,
and remembering,
while you are the Moon,
and you are glowing."

You didn’t tell me about farewell.
I had no idea
how much I could miss you
until missing you
was the only thing
I could do.

"This
is a familiar scene for me;
You,
with your eyes on the road,
and myself,
watching the sights
as we pass them by.
There
are so many things
that I
want to ask of you,
so many questions
to be answered,
and yet,
there is a quiet
between us,
that which we also share;
the familiar sound
of silence;
the sound
of all the things
you didn’t say.”

When I was young
(or at least younger than I am today)
I had a dream that I was Spider-man.

I looked different though; a suit of mercurial qualities and blue that
-when hit by moonlight-
glowed ever white.

It was night,
yet the city was screaming,
and as I swung over a police station
I found Rhino wreaking chaos.

He saw me;
the challenge was clear.
As I landed on the pavement
he was already midcharge,
but
I
did
not
evade.

Instead,
I ran faster
than him,
and the force of the punch I threw
sent
him
flying;
I was going so fast
that every movement I made to strike
left after-images,
and Rhino just couldn't keep up.

*Poor Rhino.

Sometimes
you
get used
too much,
and you
confuse bloodstains
for watermarks.
It’d be easier
to pretend like
nothing’s happening,
rather than admitting
that, deep down,
You were hurting.
And you were always hurting.
One minute
everything’s going fine
and the next
you’re breaking down;
tears flowing from your eyes
uncontrollable,
unbearable,
unyielding.
You
look me straight
in the eye,
and I knew
the words
even as
they caught in your lungs,
“Am I okay?”
I shook my head
and said not a word,
as you leaned in close.
In the silence,
I wondered:
Who was consoling whom?
If I close these eyes,
it would feel like
all of those other nights,
or perhaps,
this was still the same night.
And all the heartache,
and truth,
and yearning,
were seeking moonlight
once again.

-D.C.

because look at them
gallivanting about
the avenues
and boulevards of your skin
as if you are not
the very accumulation of stardust
after countless supernovas
marked the end of old stars
making way for new ones,
as if your eyes
held not a single secret of the universe
even when it's so painfully obvious
with
just
one
glance
that that is not the case.

Here's to them
when they tell You
or make you feel
as if you're not worth a single coin.

*Because you're worth more
than all the treasure in the world.

To the common passerby
she is a beauty
with
her flowing hair
and flawless skin,
but to the one who knows her
she is fire,
she is rain;
a combination
of fury,
and melancholy
hidden behind
misty eyes
kept in plain sight.
As she takes in
the grey air
that takes her to
another space,
another time,
even her shattered dreams
come to life once more.
If only temporarily.

It's 5:30 in the morning
and the very memory of You
lingers
as the most bittersweet of aftertastes.

I'm quivering,
and this is what it feels like
to be *brimming with poetry;
to have only just woken up,
in restlessness,
full
of
words.

And I'm writing about You,
because I spend every sleeping hour
searching for You in That world,
and by the stars  I will find You.
I will always find you.

For when you disappeared
I lost a part of me that made me
more than whole;
You gave me happiness,
even as my vision grew bleak,
You have given me Love
in all its beauty
with each gentle caress
and long-missed embrace.

I confess;
I Love too deeply.
And You have given me
so much to cherish
that being in a world
without You in it
is unthinkable,
unbearable,
unfathomable;
Even emptier than before.

Your Love is bright as ever, even in the shadows~

You are beautiful.
And You will always be beautiful
even when your hair's white
and in a mess,
even when we're older and been through so much,
I will take one look at You
and let you know every single time
that I Love You
and that you really do mean a lot me.

My Love,
I miss you so;
I want you back in my arms.

Is it the falling rain
as it creates a clear sheet,
a cool blanket upon the earth?
Or is it in
the ripples
that form,
and disappear,
along the water’s surface?
Is it the taste
of burnt coal
and ashes
in
your
lungs
as you watch
the past
go up in smoke?
Could it be
along the nighttime streets
as you wander
in search for
where you belong?
Have you found it
under the light
of an
iridescent moon;
in silent reflection
as you reminisce
of Halcyon days?
Is it in
the aftertaste
of their fingers
intertwined
with yours,
or perhaps
in the whispers of
I
Love
You
residing in
the distant past.

How are you?
Have you eaten?
I miss you!
Always remember to drink water.
G'night!
Sweet dreams!
Take care!
Sleep tight!
Don't stay up too late.
Look both ways before crossing the street.
Get a g'night's rest.
You can do it!
I believe in you!
Chase your dreams.
Breathe, breathe deep.
You can achieve anything you put your mind into!
You are beautiful.
You are amazing.
What you create is art.
I'm glad I met you.
I'm here when you need me.
I will stay.
Want do you want for breakfast?
Should I get you anything?
You can have the last slice of pizza.
Double-check for anything before you go!
Thank you!
You are worth it.
You are enough.
You are lovely.
You are Love.

Yesterday,
I could have sworn
that I could live out
the rest
of
my
days
in peace;
content
with knowing
that you’d be
able to fulfill
everything
that you ever
wanted in life,
even without me.
Right now,
I’m a wreckage;
another
shipwrecked,
abandoned,
forgotten
remainder
of a love
that
someone just
couldn’t take.
And it kills
me more inside
than I would
ever
dare to admit;
how,
even after
everything
we’ve
been
through,
I still wasn’t enough.
I still wasn’t the person
anyone would choose.
I still wasn’t the person
anyone would fight for.
I still wasn’t the person
who you’d love
and want
to stay with.