Tick tock, the clock runs wild,
It’s hands unyielding, never mild.
Moments slip through cracks unseen,
Life’s tapestry, stitched between.

Tick Tock, the echoes play,
Stealing time, night and day.
Fleeting whispers, transient glances,
Dreams built upon fragile chances.

Tick tock, a heartbeat fades,
Golden hues to twilight shades.
Hold on tight, from then to here,
For time’s a thief, both cruel and clear.

Tick Tock, the story spins,
Losing, gaining, till it ends.
Yet in its rhythm chaos stirs,
Tick Tock: time is yours.

Was it real, or just a dream,
A fleeting shadow, a silken stream?
The world dissolved, as stars took flight,
And whispers danced in the velvet night.

Your touch was warm, but did it stay?
Or vanish like mist at the break of day?
Your laughter echoed, sweet and true,
A fragile thread spun from the morning dew.

We danced on clouds, kissed by the moon,
A melody that was lost too soon.
The air was thick, with love’s soft glow
But was it real? I’ll never know.

The dawn awoke, the spell untied,
The dream retreated, and my heart complied.
Yet still, I wonder, lost in thought,
Was it real, or just what dreaming wrought?

In his mind a mountain stands tall,
The circuitous path leading up to crawl.
With crevasses deep, both small and grand,
Each step a trial on what road to land.
Some paces easy, one can manage,
Others hard, needing God’s help to bandage.

He carried a burden, a weight so vast,
Haunted by echoes of a troubled past.
With trembling heart, he took a stand,
To share his truth, to take her hand.

With faith and trust as a guide,
A constant thought, naught to hide.
With all confidence, there he spoke,
A habit he so assiduously broke.

She who listened, had no judgment alight,
Seeing not his past, but his will to fight.
One day he will see, he was never alone,
God is always with him, through every milestone.

→I see you running too, although not by sight,
Your determination shines, a beacon in the night.
You’re one to admire, a work of art,
Your stride is strong and true, like the rhythm of your heart.

From where I stand, I watch, with hope and admiration,
I see who you become, as a piece of God’s creation.
On the mountain you climb, I witness perseverance shown,
And in your radiant blue eyes, the vigorous tone.

You may not be there yet, but one day you will know
I’ll always be rooting for you, and my love will always grow.
And when you reach that finish line, I’ll look you in the eyes,
Knowing you’re the man worth following, until the day that I die.

Latin’s a language, once so grand,
It was spoken across the Roman land.
It used to thrive with words so bright,
And now it lingers through the night.

A zombie language, roaming free,
Dead to many, haunting me.
In dusty tombs, in ancient texts,
The forgotten presence, it reflects.

Within the classroom, it’s brought to life,
Students wrestling with its strife.
A zombie language, haunting minds,
The ancient relic one still finds.

Magister chants it’s dusty lines,
Reviving long forgotten rhymes.
Latin’s undead, it haunts with grace,
A prevalent voice within this space.

A language lost, but not for all,
A language that may never fall.
In modern words and ancient prose,
Its spirit in each classroom grows.

In the darkness, I walk with fear,
Each step a trial, each breath, a tear.
But above the clouds, I lift my gaze,
Seeing the light, a future ablaze.

The storms roar, the wind pushes me,
But my heart stays strong, and my spirit free.
The stars shine, even in the dark of night,
They guide me, reminding me of the light.

I look up seeing God above,
His presence is there, I feel his love.
All my trials become paths anew
And all the darkness is filled with a brightened view.

The next time I falter, I’ll lift my eyes,
To the precious love, that goes beyond the skies.
God supports me, He shows the way,
And in his arms, I last each day.

You lost me,
It’s sad but it’s true.
So I wrote this poem, but only for you.
Roses are Red
And Violets are Blue
In my mind you were kind
And I thought you were true
So I gave you my heart
Then you tore it apart
The pain that I feel
Cut deeper than steel
One day it died and I didn’t cry
So I say goodbye, with no tears in my eye.

You lost me, and I found myself again,
The lessons I learned from the heartache back then.
I’ve healed and matured, with time as a guide,
No longer in the shadows, no need to hide.

The memories of you fade into the past,
I cherish the good, but know it wasn’t meant to last.
I walk a new path, with courage and faith,
Embracing the future with a smile on my face.

I found someone new
And I completely forgive you.
It was worth a try
But here’s my goodbye.

I had the feeling of emptiness again,
This time I’d rate it a 10/10,
I felt lost
But now I feel found,
So no more of my tears will hit the ground.
I thank my friends for all they have done,
For they have loved me more than anyone.
Now, before I give an adieu
Don’t forget to be true
For even God loves you
In all that you do.