“The moonlit longing rose as the sun set, Caesar’s knife of regret stabbing my back through time. I screamed like thunder at what could have been, bleeding my unfulfilled dreams, my heart devoured by choices made.”

“My heart sounds the horns of war. My soul shouts its battle cry, standing on the cliff’s edge, gazing at the stormy seas. I mounted my warhorse, ready to chase the unknown."

“A book tells tales, from the hero’s journey grander than my days to Romeo’s kiss with Juliet. Truly a Pandora’s box, reminding me of the demons I raised. Each alluring word stabs my back, a painful reminder that I have no tale to tell”

“Medals hold no honour. They hang around, breaking my neck. Certificates? Just toilet paper to wipe my sorrow away, promises of glory crumbling like dust.
Lies of a fly buzzed by on the sky I once thought was mine. They offered hopes and dreams, but I watched my life wither away beneath their weight.
The putrid stench of delusion tarnished my honour as I helplessly tried to cleanse it with my own stained hands, my clothes heavy with the dirt of regret.”

“Third time’s the charm, the luck to end my aching heart,
Yet it still bleeds, longing for the bird to nest within my hollow heart.
My hollow heart blinded me, yet it screeched its desperate plea
To the bird who never perched on the bed of roses.
Yearning to break free from the allure of her wings,
I pleaded, ‘I gave you all I had—will you spare me your song?’
With winter’s breath, it sang to me, cold and selfish,
Now I know,
Shes not meant for me.”

-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet