You’re the reason every song turns into a requiem.
Even the happy ones bend under the weight of your name.

The reason love walks with a blade behind its back,
because you turned it into something I had to survive.

You’re the reason
breathing feels borrowed.
Like I’m stuck in a waiting room
with no doors,
no answers,
just clocks that won’t tick
and memories that don’t know how to leave.

You’re the reason I bleed into pages,
why I stretch sorrow into sentences,
why I carve light
from the ruins.

You taught me grief in its native language,
how to cradle absence like a relic,
how to shape silence into meaning.

You’re the reason I learned to carry longing
instead of trying to cure it.
To live inside the hollow
and still find warmth.

You’re the reason I know
that love and loss
can belong to the same moment.

You are my reason.
The one that never left.

The night holds its knife
Close to the threads that hold my soul
It stretches its fingers across the blade
And sends me surging into the starry skies

Until the morning comes with its blanket
Covering all of me with its threads
Renewing me with purpose and life
Each time it stretches

With each passing hour
A frail voice consumes me
I'm left paranoid and hollow
By the time the night creeps in

Like an old stranger walking in my head
Their footsteps rattle me
Shattering the interweaving
That hold this mask in place

My nerves weaken as does my will
Until I think upon the lilies
Blooming in the sleepiest of dawns
I let go of my blanket

A binding rope to consecrate two souls
In union beautiful and ever strong,
Like sun and rain in complementary roles.
Each honoring each as royalty enthroned,
They build their kingdom, shared a whole life long
In joy and bliss to cherish what they've sown.
Love is one thing I've never truly known.

ribbons of rain
curtain across the pond

in a chorus of stones
touch tapping the surface

unspooling in ribs of circles
within the trees

time collects in rings
roots seek the deepest mysteries

at the water’s edge
a heron

that ever seeing eye
stands searching for the shadows of fish

in a flash
its beak trades life for life


empty yourself         of this world
empty yourself         into this world


you will be                warmed & welcomed
you will be                feathered lightly along

When will this end?
When will it become to an end ?
No warning  was given i even was dread
Can we go back
when darkness was non existent
When sunshine was all what presisted.

When will it end?
When will it become to an end?

Yrs spent on the lie that was said
Time heals i laughed till i was dread

Sprinting wishing i could catch time before it went .
Yet i didn't move

Venturing again and agian
And here in denial i began
like a quick sand it swallowed me
It took all of me
When will it end?
My heart took every single type of bent

When will it end?
was it all a lie
was it all pretened?

When will it end?
Will it ever even end?

-Not A Poet-Just Struggling