The vines were jeweled by the raindrops,
In a blooming green field; danced the crops.
I was gazing at the sorcering sight,
The rain teeming the green with its might.

When you find life difficult to handle,
It is okay to indulge in fantasy,
To overcome reality.
21/8/2024

people they write poems about the way they feel
write it down on paper help there mind to heal
expressing it in words what they want to say
to take away the pain its the only way

write it from the heart let your feelings show
what you want to say write down and let it go
get it off your chest say what you want to say
this will ease your mind take your pain away

In the quiet embrace of dawn's gentle rise,  
The sun threads golden through the branches wide.  
Between the trees, where shadows softly play,  
A dance of light ignites the waking day.

Silent beams weave through leaves' tender green,  
Crafting patterns unseen, yet so serene.  
Each ray a whisper, a story untold,  
Of warmth, of growth, of courage bold.

The trees stand tall, their roots deep and strong,  
Guiding light along a path so long.  
They teach of patience, of seasons' flow,  
How strength and grace together grow.

In shadows cast by towering might,  
The sun finds paths to share its light.  
For every heart that feels the night,  
A dawn will break, dispelling fright.

So stand like trees, reach for the sky,  
Let sunlight in, let shadows lie.  
For in each moment's fleeting grace,  
The sun reveals life's hidden place.

My love for you:
it was indescribable,
it was incomparable,
it was Qualia.

Now we're separated.
the price I now pay.
hidden in the fine print.
it is Qualia.

Grief and Love,
it's a bargained deal.
impossible to put into words.
it is Qualia.

all this love inside me and still i am
lonely
but not like i used to be.
it doesnt ache the same way.
im not weighed down by this impenetrable grief,
rather it is something that i carry with me.
a brooch of misery pinned to my lapel
this sadness, is so delicate
like a flower, watered with my own tears.
when people say it gets better,
is this what they mean?
do they mean that the depression never goes away
but becomes a quiet hum in the back of your mind, forever playing its solemn tune?

Betrothed to the Earth,
I have wrapped her in my waters

She has been with me from the beginning,
And together we have filled my waters with life

But I long for the Moon.
She calls to me nightly.

Her shining light ignites me with joy.
On a cloudless night,
We create unmatched beauty
As her reflection dances
On my rippling waters.

As she draws nearer to me,
so do I to her.

These tides are all we have.
The Earth cannot share her Ocean.
Her gravity anchors me down.

But I long for the Moon,
And the Moon longs for me.

My waters swell with tears,
The Moon’s and mine.