I guess the step I took
Was too heavy.
The thin ice finally broke
And we are slowly sinking
To the bottom.
Unable to breathe,
Conscious every second.

I regret nothing,
Nothing being everything,
I regret that I don't understand,
I regret standing,
I regret crying in front of you,
I regret telling you the truth,
I regret lying,
I regret being me,
I regret having this disease in my head,
I regret having thoughts,
I regret feeling the way I do...

I regret nothing other than living.

Maybe being lost is the best part of finding yourself,
completely and utterly engulfed in the unknown.
Every turn is a new opportunity to learn something about yourself you never knew before, there's beauty in that entire journey.

Discover yourself to the fullest, reach deep within,
find that thing and run with it.
That thing is what makes you, you.
And nobody can ever take that from you.

Woe are the men
       who find no start
                Brittle be their
                        filament hearts
                        Angst in the air
                      sparks retreat
            like tainted pollen
to finicky bees

Poets are compelled
****** on a course
its a lonely job for the lonesome
- to share the riches they mined
when alone.

Inly, she defines what a soulmate is. Divinely; timely she rewinds the time, so thy soul is fixed in bliss. On earth, stuck; confined in Limbo, trapped behind window's amiss.
O' to her abode; I wish.

In this beating blood holder, the beats bounce a skip, I want her grip to hold and stride; I hold inside patience, as tears hold back the time.

Erelong, ourn spirits wilt pervade, two silhouettes of a light that never Set's; a romance eternal, one that shalt not fade, romantics of poet's pages, where ourn love stretches every page, every stage of living comes with smiling faces.
Holy being's, with an undying
Age.

Sage wilt rise in secret places,
Smoke aroma; roses go unwasted.
Glory, glory, none more waiting
Stations, I'll await with patience;
As with patience
Only good
Thing's
Come.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication( agapi mou)