I'm pretty sure everything I say
is just a quiet cry for help.
I express my joy, a smile on my face—
but if you read between the lines,
you'll see me melt.

I mask my pity in beautiful words,
my word *****—
strung into sonnets,
and called art.

I beg them to read,
to open their eyes and see,

to hear at my pleas—
look at me, and weep.

But I'm a pathetic poet,
I yearn to be understood.
Yet, they only read my work,
and call it good.

I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath

let me by


everyones broke, dont understand
everyones broke, dont understand
let me by,
let me by

time flies
in the dark
like a shadow
through my soul
in an earth
that is cold
in a world
that is bold

no one to hear;
no one to hold
i am whats left
of their jagged mold
i feel old,
feel like stone
all i am
is skin and bone

everyones broke, dont understand
everyones broke, dont understand
so let me by,
let me by

I've been to the
bitter, dark place
where dreams are
decorations in
dilapidated houses,
a building haunted by
the ghosts of spring.
I tasted the wine of
****** and convicts
there.

I've prayed with the
broken and wasted.
I spent
days and months,
almost forever with
the feral men and
women of America in
homes not fit for fleas.

Then one cosmic day,
while the wounded slept,
I chased a beautiful
moth that escaped the flame.
And that has made all
the difference.

You can't stop the burning imagination
Let your spirits explore the moves and the sensations.
Find your true soul by grooving on this sacrament
Build the bridge towards this angelic temperament.
You will find a way to reach your golden dream.

Hope these harmonic beats find you.
May this storm find stillness
Away from this mayhem
Up and above this abyss
Beyond the limit and all the bias.
May the peace find you.

I won even by losing the battle.
Wrestling with my own spirit.
Still I wish it to be.
That in some other world —
In some other multiverse —
I will say, I finally find you.

You lose all touch
when limits lift the brush—
both reason and heart
fall still in the hush.

No balance endures
once the self flames to star—
it cleaves unto kin,
the near and the far.

You and I purge
through the void’s pale hiss.
No breath, no urge—
when nothing’s amiss,
none wake from abyss.

Desperate little debutant
Dressed in his Sundays best
Hoping To impress
Gotta get off his chest

Oh no what a mess
Another bottle down
Liver shot to death
Yellow sight like his spine
Fear grips in his neck.

What would the sane man say
If the insane was publicized in his domain?
What would the recluse say
When ***** deeds are shown any way?

Run further away
But the truth catches up,
And the noose tightens like knots in your throat
Stalker thought he was predator
Turn around and pray,
In praise try to find absolution in his name
But grace, alludes the lewd cruelity of this creature

Can’t rely on you to play the game
Or abide by the rules,
Confined in four walls spinning tales
Roll the dice always landing on boardwalk
And I own the blue.

The only sucker in the mirror looking back
Is this kangaroo jack, yeah this is you.
Desperate little debutant ,
The walls closing in a world that will never remember you.

dipping your finger into
a pool
stirring up memories
good and bad
with nothing but your finger and your presence

Love is a chasm
with one hell
of a pitfall.
A tooth
that aches
constantly.
A beating wing
of tummy butterflies.
A desire for softly warm
like fingers.

Accept it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

Let go of it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

It's either i get tired of feeling it
Or i'm just tired of chasing it

I’ve been stranded in a desert,
Two years behind the bars of sand.
Never tried to break free,
Just watched the sun sink with me.

Then one day— like any other,
Through my wreckage, I caught his gaze.
Shivering— I’m cold he says,
Burn me up with the fire you ignite.

Passed beyond my clouds,
Every scar of mine must be his guide.
So I’ll drop my broken heart—
Become the spark of your night

the sky is pretty tonight
and clouds stretch across the sky like a hand
reaching for the stars
i cannot see the moon
But I see you
and your light shines brighter than
any moon or star
You are My sun
i turn, like a sunflower
to follow each of your footsteps
always facing, always reaching
never growing closer
but the sky is pretty tonight
And i will rest my head on your arms
and wish on shooting stars for a day
the sun will return my affection
and dream of fields of wild sunflowers
in bright summer light

Us... With The Rest Of The Unfinished Poems
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a secret box on a high shelf in the locked closet of my mind
is where I keep my dreams
of me and you...
me
comfy living in your
too big shirt
you
bare chested and
doing what you do...

smiling softly in my direction
simmering gazes and
kisses in passing
while I...  at our table
in our special place
quietly watch quiet you
and
write poems...

simple and hazy and softly lit dreams
of things that we will never do...
For me only...
in the treasured place of
my unfinished poems
and my
rhymes that don't rhyme
is where I keep
my dreams of
me and you

It's a lot closer than you think
eternity
pick any molecule, proton, atom
my love for you
it's there

In the gloomy dark
I chased the light everywhere
The dark drenches me

Pirata de mar y cielo,
si no fui ya, lo seré.

Si no robé la aurora de los mares,
si no la robé,
ya la robaré.

Pirata de cielo y mar,
sobre un cazatorpederos,
con seis fuertes marineros,
alternos, de tres en tres.

Si no robé la aurora de los cielos,
si no la robé,
ya la robaré.

I want to call you
While you're sleeping
And fill your voicemail
With love notes

I stare long at every face

That looks like you

Your are a mirage

I come towards you

Your body is a dejavu

Of warmth

Oh to touch it

Oh to have you mine.

Be it:
  Good, Bad,
    Happy, Sad,
      Great, Mad.
From beginning
   to end.
We must fend,
    with the time,
        We're born in.

When a single line
has greater depth
than a thousand
and is long in memory kept

A call to humanity
On the rise of climate's calamity
I am the last and lost green tree
I was a friend of thee.

But you cut my friends down
And then on weather you always frown

I am that last green being.
My dark trunk weeps
When I lose my leaves,
I am that last green being
Without me you'll be trapped in heat unbound
Plant me more, and live safe and sound
Cut me not, your last friend, or you'll be drowned

They built their mold
around their cages of lies,
yet I am never to grow old,
ripping as lightning in these ******* skies.

They fear the light,
so they hide the flame,
but I’ll burn their walls,
afraid they take my name.

I will not run,
I will not cry,
their hands crush me—
but I refuse to glance a single eye.

So let them be told
to end my time—
I’ll burn their mold,
I’ll continue to rhyme.

The stars still race upwards towards the night and the moon still follows you while you are driving in your car, whatever is here is as  profound as ever, tonight is best to find a silly reason to smile and laugh together

She reads the
letter there, by
moonlight, under
the pear tree;
the fruit so ripe
it may fall
at any time.

Ya cabalga Diego Ordóñez,   del real se había salido
de dobles piezas armado   y un caballo morcillo;
va a reptar los zamoranos   por la muerte de su primo,
que mató Vellido Dolfos,   hijo de Dolfos Vellido.

-Yo os riepto, los zamoranos,   por traidores fementidos,
riepto a todos los muertos   y con ellos a los vivos,
riepto hombres y mujeres,   los por nacer y nacidos,
riepto a todos los grandes,   a los grandes y a los chicos,
a las carnes y pescados   y a las aguas de los ríos.

Allí habló Arias Gonzalo,   bien oiréis lo que hubo dicho:
¿Qué culpa tienen los viejos?   ¿qué culpa tienen los niños?
¿qué merecen las mujeres   y los que no son nacidos?
¿por qué rieptas a los muertos,   los ganados y los ríos?
Bien sabéis vos, Diego Ordóñez,   muy bien lo tenéis sabido,
que aquel que riepta a concejo   debe de lidiar con cinco.
Ordóñez le respondió:   -Traidores heis todos sido.

i never understood
how love in silence
is any less
than love that is loud

so you mean to tell me
you think less of the fact
that you alone get to see
this lovely version of me?

Crossing the ocean of endless stars
Will you be there waiting for me,
Or do I have to still my heart
And antagonize the entire nature of my character.

Opened feelings, no fear at all
I took out the deepest part of me
And bathed in your light,
Only for you to shove me back into the endless ocean of void.

It was the scent of the sea that opened the memory,
Where sunlight blurred my vision, and I saw you
Tall, dark hair, eyes that charm,
And a smile that negated everything wrong in my world.

I wish the story wouldn't end.
I have to walk back into the cairn of insecure souls,
Wandering aimlessly, pondering what they did wrong
In this life or the next.

I dream of escape, of finally leaving the void behind.