Even if my lips grow parched
I will still refuse to yield
to your rose red lips.
I will refuse their nectar,
your petals and your
siren scent.

My heart is a
sanctuary of silence,
a place where few have ever glimpsed.
The demons may try to penetrate its walls
but this heart has always proved stronger
than what I gave it credit for.

Propaganda
does not work because
people are dumb,
it works because people
want to believe.

I want to lose myself-
not through drugs or fantasy
but through travelling the world.
I want to dive into cultures
and forget where I'm from.

I will let you pass
since you are not here to stay-
will we meet again?

10:40 AM
12/3/22

Just because they have
a heart, does not mean they are
capable of love

6:51 AM
6/8/24

Your smile sends sunflowers
sprouting from my soul,
destroying the dark and
leaving light in your wake.

How many poems
have you written that no one
has a chance to read?

6:50 PM
7/11/20

We've only just met
and already I am so
helplessly in love

6:18 PM
8/3/20

Your touch
is like tornado
sending my heart
into an endless
frenzy.

I didn't know a
kiss could turn into such a
descent into hell

1:49 PM
3/8/21

I hope I make your
day better with my poems-
my words for your soul

4:01 PM
16/3/20

Who stays with someone
who shows you only a small
fragment of their soul?

4:07 PM
2/3/22

When do these thoughts stop?
When will be the day when
I stop thinking about you?
When will be the day when
I stop asking
"what can I do?"

Dear diary;
I suppose I do consider myself
to be that of a
hopeless romantic.
But I wonder...
why are they considered hopeless and
can you be one without
the other?

If my time were to end
tomorrow,
I would hope not to upset you.
Just know that I lived life to
the best of my ability.
Know that I remained loyal,
bold and sometimes bizarre.
So if I meet my end
tomorrow,
think of it more as a
mere inconvenience
rather than a tragedy.
I have lived a hundred lives,
been on a thousand journeys,
so just be sure to wish me a
safe and thrilling journey
for whatever comes next.

It was you who hurt
me and yet I was the one
who apologized

11:50 PM
22/9/22

When you smile at me,
the sun inside me ignites
and the flowers of
my heart bloom.

For better or worse,
life happens without
asking us.
Of course I
am anxious.

We are all
children of the sun,
but you outshine
all seven-billion
who walk this Earth.
Daughter of the sun,
share with us your light
and lead us out of darkness.
Daughter of the sun,
shower us with warmth-
this place is cold without you.

The skies burn red
and I remember
everything you said.
A warm breeze, a warm memory,
running through my head.

How solitary
and sublime these
winter nights have been.
I have always preferred
the shadows and silence
to the endless crowds
and commotion of
everyday life.

You're lonely,
I'm lonely,
maybe we can be
a little less lonely
together.

If you find yourself
awake at 1AM,
you just might
be in love.
If you find yourself
awake at 3AM,
don't do anything stupid,
you are loved.
If you find yourself
awake at 5AM,
you should go
to sleep.

You are the
field of sunflowers
that I wish to
bloom in.

I think that
every sunflower
follows your light
to find their way
back home.

I am worrying
that I am worrying my
worrisome life away

4:51 PM
24/7/24

Trapped
in between
this Heaven and Hell.
I'm in purgatory,
I fell and I fell-
so very far from glory.

I feel nothing
for the greatest pleasures
and terrible tragedies-
this is how it has always been.
Call it a lack of emotion,
an emptiness, a hollowness-
I carry that around in my soul,
my blood and my bones.

If our love
is a war then
I am the soldier
that promises to
lives to tell
the tale.

People are
like chemicals:
some mixtures bond
and some mixtures
go bang.

If you know me by my writing,
be prepared to know me by my silence,
for the demons from within and beyond
have choked the voice out of me.
I don't want to speak anymore,
I only watch and
I write.

Learning to look  at you from afar,
to not reach you with these hands,
to get used to the silence,
to become strangers
once again
is one of the
most difficult
lessons I have endured
and am still learning.

Sometimes we just need a hug
for no reason at all.
Sometimes its best to
bury yourself in someone
and in that space, find yourself.
Sometimes we just need the warmth
of skin against skin and
in that warmth, find joy.

In the end,
I have no one
to blame but myself.
I ruined me-
I did it myself.

I live in an ocean
of your memories,
in shadows and the silence
at the bottom of your trenches.

I feel too much-
I know it all too well.
I hold on for too long despite
knowing when the flames have smothered.
My heart is in ruins and I am left
wandering through embers of
all those long lost memories.

Reflections under a pale moon
her hair shimmers like neptune.
We look up at the stars with awed eyes
and watch the cosmos as time flies.
Her blue hair as blue as her heart,
yet she is still my favorite work of art.
Yes, it's true, her heart is torn,
but like the stars above, we are reborn.
So let us look to the cosmos-
to the heavens we are so close.
Magnificent are the angels up there
as is the girl with blue hair.

We all have different
ways of healing.
For me, I need solitude,
so much solitude and silence.
To just be with myself and
my thoughts is how I
recharge that battery that
never had much spark
to begin with.

Spiderman would have
been in awe of your wit,
Just as superman for
the way you never quit.
The hulk would have
been in awe of your might,
just as Thor for the
way you shone so bright.

Like water,
love cycles through you and I,
and every corner of this world.
It's always flowing,
always adapting,
always transforming-
where would we be without it?

I wish I was
satisfied by silence
but I cannot bite my tongue
anymore.
I will not accept defeat
and I will not let you leave
until I say my piece.

The only one who
feels with me is me-
all the joy, the pain,
and everything in between.
Those tears and those smiles
only reach my face and
its my burden to carry.
This is my solitude and it is
all I have ever know.

These eyes
look to you
like sunflowers
look to the sun

You may be living
without me but you are not
without all my love

3:38 PM
4/5/24

We may not be in love
anymore,
but that doesn't mean I
don't want you to be happy
without me.

Do not be afraid
to raise the price
of what it costs
to access
you.

You keep pouring sorrow
into my glass that is
already full.
You pour
and you pour,
until it overflows,
and then you pour
some more.

My fear
has faded,
and now I dare
to love
you.

I have always
wondered if angels exist,
and since meeting you,
I no longer have
my doubts.