You showed me much affection
I gave you the key to my secret section
Unlocked, you exposed every weakness inside
Quenched all the thirst for love in my heart
Soothing each and every bit of past hurt
You read every page of my story, had nothing
to hide
All I dreamed was a moment called forever
That's why I promised I'd never say never
In the end you took the normal turn
Set me on fire and watched me burn
It's useless listening to your "Sorry”
Too long and often I've heard that story
I miss the freedom of my solitary cell
Like a snail, alone protected by my shell
I've given up ever finding all I've desired
From active emotional duty I finally retired

Powerfully
Offered
Existence to
Traverse the
Reality
Yolk

Is bitter honey,
*a joke that's not funny

I wish I was the same as most I've come across
It's demanding being different, it's a cross
I wish I could just easily lie in their face
that I love them yet in my Heart they have no place
I wish I could turn off my humanity
for I hear our species is free until it's needed by humanity
I wish I could lightly promise to walk the extra mile
I wish I could be both angry and still hold a smile
I wish I could quickly forget how much I care
how often they promised they'll always be there
I wish I could just ignore their betrayal
and do the same rather than hurt being loyal
I wish I could find a sword of treachery to stub their back
to laugh with them and abandon them in the dark
I wish I could treat them the same
without a single grain of guilt and shame
I wish I was like them but sadly I'm different
I struggle to find the spot and seal every dent
before it's become the rift that tears us apart
and no matter how wrongly they
treat me I happily hold them at Heart
I believe their lies ignoring caution from their eyes
I see the best in people in the face of the worst
Faith and great hope midst their raised dust
and love them unconditionally like it's a must
I still ignore their glares of smoking disgust
I wish I was different but I'll always be my person
I wish I could dissolve in their fatal fashion.

Choose Your heart
over your
mind
no matter
the kind
of resultant hurt.*
The Heart knows why,
You don't have to
understand.

It is taking forever to get over you,
My mistake ...
But I'm just glad it will take me never
To another make
If gathering the shards of my broken heart's taking me years
Then so will it take for me to shed other tears

It's always as hard as draining water out of marble,
a battle against resistance, each drop a struggle.
The weight of the world presses, unyielding,
Like Atlas carrying the cosmos on his shoulders,
Bearing a burden that threatens to shatter every bone.
We're forged in the crucible of adversity,
Tempered by flames that lick at our wounded edges.
The endless path we tread is a jagged road,
Lined with the fragments of shattered dreams,
Every step taken is just another excruciating *****.
The walls we build are fortified with concrete pain,
Constructed brick by brick from the remnants of heartache,
A fortress to protect what remains of our fragile selves.
Our foundations are tectonics, quakes are born beneath us,
We walk holding hands with the next wrecking storm.
It’s never easy, for even when hope softly knocks at our door,
it’s a whisper in a hurricane of doubt, a fragile cry amidst the roar,
an uphill climb on a path strewn with precarious boulders,
a single ray of light in the depth of the night.
It’s never easy for us...

The one who will love you shall come like the wind,
With a gentle breeze or a tempest within.
Their love will caress you with a tender touch,
And bring comfort, like a warm, gentle clutch.

Like a meandering stream that flows so serene,
Their love will be constant, a calming routine.
Through twists and turns, in every season,
Their devotion will remain, beyond any reason.

Their love, like autumn's vibrant display,
Will bring colors to your life, in every way.
With passion and warmth, their affection will bloom,
As leaves gently fall, they'll banish all gloom.

The one who will love you shall come like a flood,
A torrential force, rushing in, fierce and unshut.
Their love, like a bushfire, will spread with might,
Engulfing your heart in a warm, glowing light.

As a mighty avalanche reshapes the land,
They'll reshape your world, with a touch so grand.
Their love, like a soaring hurricane's gale,
Will leave no doubt, as emotions prevail.

Just as lightning strikes, unexpected and bright,
They'll electrify your soul, with love's pure light.
Like a tempest at sea, they'll stir your emotion,
A love that rocks your heart, with relentless devotion.

Like a shooting star, streaking through the sky,
Their love will amaze you, as it passes by.
In the depths of the ocean, so vast and profound,
They'll explore your heart, where true love is found.

Just like the moon's pull on the relentless tide,
Their love will draw you close, with nothing to hide.
In the quiet of night, like a twinkling star,
Their love will guide you, no matter how far.

Their love, like the sun, shining bright and warm,
Will bring light to your life, through any storm.
And just like a diamond, so precious and rare,
Their love will be cherished beyond compare.

They'll erupt into your life with fiery passion,
Leaving no doubt, it's a love that's meant to happen.
For in the journey of love, so wild and free,
You'll find the one who loves you, and you'll see,

So open your heart, embrace love's profound art,
For the one who will love you, shall conquer your heart.

I've walked this ****** road for long
maybe I need to return to where it started
to understand where it all went wrong...

**** in their pants
while some
pant in their sheets

I ride high on loose wings of my pride
Camouflaging emotions I couldn't otherwise hide.

I'd freak out if I dreamt about my state
In simple terms my reality is a nightmare
It is too dark a tunnel to evade fear
I struggle hard enough to endure
The inevitable creeping snare
There's nothing more I hate
Like the stench of my fate

I'd gladly give away my
forever to be your now...

I might get over you with time
but none will ever have me write this so much rhyme.
*I might one day fall for another
but not like I did for you to trust you like my mother.

Is it still fishing if your bait captures a frog?

When yesterday and tomorrow met, they talked about today
When Today and tomorrow met, they gossiped about yesterday
but when Yesterday and today met, they didn't think about tomorrow...

I know it has a prize, the hurt, broken hearts, trance, shattered dreams,the goodbyes and much much more
But I'm so done with loneliness and **** willing to pay to make you mine

He knelt and begged her not to leave, not again
his salary, elusive and causing unbearable strain
He pondered all the patience and the pain
Enduring hardships, hoping for financial gain

When was he going to learn, he wondered aloud,
That salary's fickle and loose not to mention proud
Still he pleaded, "Stay with me, be my loyal friend"
"This time I'll budget and save, let this menacing cycle end"

But salary whispered in a cold, distant tone
"I'll come and go as I please, you'll barely notice that I am gone"
Yet he clung to her, with a desperate plea
Begging, "salary, please don't abandon me."

None will understand the footprints in the sand,
The magic held within, the wand in your hand.
Bangles on your wrist, an untold story they bear,
And wagons with bands, creating melodies in the air.

None will know the bond, like I do,
Between the sun and moon, forever in view.
Flowers that bloom, their colors so bright,
Gone too soon, in the realm of day and night.

In goodbyes and gloom, an affair only shared,
Like chess and its pawn, a game of hearts bared.
Home and alone, in solace we find,
And in the cold, the horn's mournful grind.

The secrets they hold, the ocean's blue hue,
In between, the unseen, a connection so true.
None will perceive, only I have the clue,
In these whispers of life, shared between me and you.

She was art and art was something he obsessed over,
A painting of the sunset hanging from a wall,
Colors ablaze, a fiery sky dipped in gold,
Captured on canvas, a moment to  behold.
She was a quiet resort far away, a tranquil escape,
Ancient engravings, in perfect size and shape.
Unearthed yet intricate pottery with patterns so fine,
She was the echoes of artisans from another lifetime.
She was a handwritten letter, each word a brushstroke of care,
A fragrant bloom, delicate and rare.
She was a vintage record, the soft crackle of nostalgia,
A seashell's whisper, a gala, a cultural memorabilia.
She was starburst in the night, a sparkle's gleam,
A clear flowing river, an artist's dream.
She was a fragment of a meteor's cosmic flight,
A glimpse into the universe's sheer might.
She was a mosaic of moments, a gallery of sights,
A constellation of dreams on endless nights.
She was the fragrance of rain on dry earth,
A treasure trove of memories, each one with worth...

Sometimes stars compete in the night's grand stage,
Each twinkling light vying for an admiring gaze.
They shimmer and sparkle, in cosmic display,
A universal dance in their own vibrant way.

The aurora, some call it, the birth of an enchanting northern light
for as much as each star in the sky has its own splendid blend,
each shines magnificently, uniquely adorning the night
so together a spectrum of hope does upon us descend

The vast expanse above is a ***** canvas of dreams,
Where the stars hold a paintbrush, bursting with beams.
With radiant hues, they weave a celestial tale,
a twinkle of whispers, an ambient flap of a viking sail.

In this prismatic play, their rivalry inspires and ignites,
as they compete, pushing each other to astounding heights.

I want you to remember this day,
I want you to know that I wanted to give up.
I wanted to take back my love and seal it in tunnels,
where you would never find..

I wanted to walk out, put cotton in my ear, and never again answer your call.
I wanted to find something else to obsess about,
I wanted to erase your name from my mind and burn the pictures.

Today I wanted to walk out of this book, forget this story,
I wanted this to be my very last sorry.
Today I was exhausted, tired of this war
I felt like a conscript longing for freedom
And almost left without notice to become a deserter

But I didn't, so if I ever stop fighting for this,
I want you to know that today was one of those days
I gave us another chance.

My Uncle spoke of your temper, an emission of cosmic proportion
He said women like you are a pent up volcano waiting to erupt
that you are desolate planetoids to be approached with precaution
He warned of your dormant fire, ready to rupture and disrupt.
My uncle told me to stay away from women like you 
because you come carrying huge planets on your back 
He warned about your bags of continents I would have to unpack 
with secrets to explore and a trail of spiky asteroids on your track
He said women who wield galaxies cannot be tamed, 
They are constellations of scars, their hearts are maimed. 
they are the reason worlds collide and dimensions bend, 
a fusion of impossible realities, a voyage without end. 
Each step you take leaves stardust in your wake, 
Traversing realms unknown, a cosmic path of terror you make.
A supernova of strength, a force too vast for any man to grasp, 
My Uncle saw in you a void in space, he called you a sting of an alien wasp.
He warned of cosmic storms swirling in your core
an extraterrestrial plague that would leave me sore
my Uncle's cautions echo, an undying diminuendo from afar
"Beware of celestial wonders that hide the bizarre."

I am an artist, painting smiles on faces,
Bringing joy to the world, filling empty spaces.
But on my own canvas, a different scene unfolds,
An unpleasant surface where ink rarely molds.

It's ironic how I bring color to others' lives,
Yet my own canvas remains untouched, deprived.
The brush hesitates, unwilling to leave a mark,
As if my own existence is lost in the dark.

But perhaps there's beauty in this untouched space,
A rawness that holds a different kind of grace.
For the canvas that yearns for color and ink,
Can inspire empathy, making others think.

In my imperfections, there lies a unique art,
A vulnerability that touches deep within the heart.
For it is through our struggles and untold pain,
That true empathy and compassion can reign.

So, as I paint smiles upon each sad, empty face,
I find solace in knowing my own canvas holds its place.
An artist with an unfinished artwork, it's true,
But a story that speaks, creating a different view.

These dreams have a price, it's you to choose how you pay,
You can give the gold of silence, burying your desires deep,
Or the late-night silver, for endless pursuit trading sleep,
Or the nickel of patience, a virtue to withstand the wait.

You can offer a pound of resilience, a currency unyielding and true,
For when challenges arise, it's one of those things that gets you through,
To forge ahead and bring the imperceptible to view.
Or you can pay with the copper coin of dedication.

An emerald of courage is acceptable, bravery to face each daunting choice,
Venturing into the unknown, silencing fear and finding your voice.
There's the sapphire of perseverance, a gem of unwavering determination,
To persist in the face of adversity, continuing despite dissuasion.

The diamond of belief, a gem that sparkles with unwavering trust,
In yourself, in your dreams, in the belief that the climb is a must.
You can pay for your dreams with the ruby of sacrifice,
For grander aspirations, some things you relinquish.

The opal of wisdom, platinum of passion, the bronze of ambition,
To aggressively strive for eminence, emerald of kindness,
Choose your currency as you please, their value is vast,
For in the currency you choose lies the key.