Time as a conception of my thinking,
Can I birth such a reasoning of continuity?
... Do I wake to dream, only to find my vision?
The laps of reality carry me to search
What wit will I find in the vault of forlorn hope?

Time passes and I long to find myself still
Something that you can behold but cannot truly fold
Some concept you can hold but cannot truly control
I swallow whole, the concept of time
Dreaming that a picture of a future me can be mine
Time seems to escape and I cannot wear a cape
A cape to save myself from the loss of opportunity

However in the serenity of my ability
I believe that I can achieve some nobility
And then favour can afford me to rise
To my surprise, I find motivation to comb for the prize

To not mope and mop the floor of failure
I seek with all my cognition to amount to my ambition
Time has me frisson in a cell of constricting wishing
Wishing and yearning that I had a magic wand
Where all wounds and ails would pass away
If I can only get in the palm of the hands of time
I would no longer wonder where the ticks come from
So soon I would belong, in a space of comforting freedom

The magic would not my self apprehend
And time would be my friend
I would glide with its pendulum
Then maybe I would gain sight of this conundrum
Where there is no beat to sound but ticks that trick
Then maybe light would be in the darkness, by way of some candle wick
Then time would be understood
I would then wake up to this entrapment that has me feeling crooked.

Is there any
catching you
before I fall away?
Because I am finally tired
of falling apart
and feeling small
in a big way

Even in times of uncertainty,
you are my only dream:
if this dream is turning
into my greatest nightmare
where I stood tall,
ready to give you the earth,
mountains and seas
only to watch you leave,
then I will just leave
before I hit the ground

There’s no need to panic,
I’m not gonna freak out,
I know you’re coming with me
I will wait patiently,
take personal time
to become whole-
stop walking away
before you miss ‘us’
and find yourself up late,
all alone
playing our favorite re-runs
looking for the same escape
that you’ve left me in
to re-learn how to grow

We started out on
a rocky landing,
my mentality set in dismay
only for the road to crumble
right when your heart
wasn’t set on giving up,
and to hold on in the way
that you have,
I can’t tell you less than
it was a life you saved
in order to create
our new world
and be on the right path

And it was then when
I became forever yours;
we shouldn’t dispose of
the sweat and tears
used to keep this road paved,
right when I’m about to
turn the corner-
we’re hanging on
by one last wish,
and if you’d have me
I’d like it to be long-lasting
because our love,
it flows automatic

Can you not see?
Demagoguery
Obviates
More heir apparently
Aryan
Nation-states
Pro
Natalist,
Prison camps
But can’t concentrate
On the most blatant
Abuses of propagates
Power projects
The world over
Disorder
Is over now
Stand aside
Open the border

I want to hold her hand when we cross the street
Even if she rolls her eyes and says
"I'm not a kid".
Send her sleepy voice notes way too late
Just to say "Hey... I miss you" That's it.

I want to watch the rain with her,
make fries in her favorite shirt.
I want to dance with her in the
kitchen light,
to songs from her playlist, every random night.

I want to pull her close in the
middle of the chores,
She'll pretend to be annoyed – but still
ask for moreee.

I want to fight over dumb little stuff—
like why she never finishes her coffee cup
How she hides my snacks out of sight
but somehow still blames me mid-fight.

I don't want perfect. That's not us.
I want the missed calls, the awkward hugs.
I'm not writing this to impress or prove
I'm writing because she's my every move.

You’re really lucky
To have a stalker like me
Instead of threatening ****** injury
I’m busy
Writing you poetry
One-of-a-kind testimonies
To your unique beauty
Outside, of course
But also internally
I pay attention to
And bother to see
Tell you you’re wonderful
Say when you’re not
Bringing you something priceless
That cannot be bought
You don’t have to wonder
My commitment
Mister, you must know by now
And I know, too
I mean something to you
Though I probably freak you right out
But that only means
It’s not taken lightly
You won’t pretend or let me believe
Something you don’t really feel
And as much as I wish it were different
I thank you for keeping it real