Memory of you is... a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
                         And they cover you.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
I'll not be left in sorrow.
So long as I have yesterday,
Go take your ****** tomorrow!

i.

Stardust
Spilleth from her mouth;
Ancient musk
Perfume's her house.

ii.

bewitched I am
By her casting wand;
Exploded universal
One holy bomb.

iii.

The atmosphere boweth
To her entrance;
Aligned in alabaster
Milky way invention.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedicated

Dear warrior,
I was born of your flesh and blood
I've watched you in battle
I've watched you save lives

Dear warrior,
You birth me and raised me
You changed my diaper
You always tried your best

Dear warrior,
We're all your support
We're your safety and your defence
We are here for you

Dear warrior,
Keep your head up

Love is not the silly game we play, of who's going to call whom first;

Love is the beautiful dance I perform with the idea of you.
The way our bodies swirl and touch,
The way your soul melds into mine.
The way my heart heats up, and my whole being weighs down with warmth.

My hands hurt when I touch your essence; your presence in my fingers burns me.

I dance with the ethereal you, with a soft piano waltz lamenting in the distance.
I jump, waiting for you to catch me,
I'm stuck in the air.

The being that I dance with is intangible, it's not really there.
But I'm stuck in the air,
And I hope that you come to soften the blow when I fall.

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.