m 1d
you can always redo
what you understate,
but you can never undo
what you've overdone.
A student of the crowded breeze.
On a whim Raise like the dandelions' seed,
Vibrantly dissent like, in fall, trees' leaves.
An apostle of purpose beyond what one sees for the unknown is nothing and possibility.

Our lessons are on the topic of practical whimsy, in their way; the wind that cools your face also fans a flame and guides the rain.
The Sensei go by many names, I know them from the roles they play:

Boreas shepherds my turmoil,
A tempest;
senseless, cold and violent as if without vision only vengeance.

Notus shows my passion;
A gust to an ember on dry land,
Unreasonable, unpredictable and destructive without a plan.

Zephyr entices my love;
A subtle intimate current for dance,
The beauty of birds and bees flying from flower to flower and branch to branch.

Eurus reflects my way;
A flurry that moves the sand.
The removal of sediment,
the return to foundation born from action mixed with patience.

They can only guide me
I can ride the winds of the odyssey or resign to the winds of dreams
but I know
I Am
A student of the breeze.
Boreas- the north wind in Greek mythology associated with the storms
zephyr- the west wind associated with spring
Notus- the south wind associated with crop destruction (end of autumn)
Eurus-the east wind the associated with opposing Noctus and autum bounty

looking for a new muse to learn new things about myself through someone true to themselves
lilhadi 3d
The difference between a boy and a girl in moving on.
When it's over for a girl, it's hard at first, but it gets easier later on for her. At first, she'll be devastated. There will be many days she'll text him and show him that she wants to get back together. There will be many nights where she'll lay in bed and send him paragraphs before she sleeps. There will be many occasions where she'll lurk on his social media and see if he's with another girl or around other girls. There will be many times where she'll get mad when she sees him doing things without considering her feelings because in her mind, they're still together. She'll isolate herself and not want to be around other people. She wouldn't be in the mood to do anything eventful. She'll lose motivation in life and feel like it'll never get better because she depended on loving him for so long that she doesn't know what to do without him. But then, after some time, she realizes that maybe things are better off this way, maybe it just wasn't meant to be as she had hoped, and maybe it's time for her to stop waiting for him to come back. Eventually, she remembers how to be on her own. Eventually, she realized how she was fine before him. Eventually, she recognizes that the only person who deserves her love more than ever is herself.
When it's over for a guy, it's easy at first, but it gets harder later. At first, he'll feel relieved. There will be many days where he'll ignore her text messages because he doesn't have to deal with her anymore. There will be many nights where he won't care enough to reply to her messages because he's too busy partying. There will be many occasions where his Snapchat will be full of girls and it wouldn't bother him that it bothers her. There will be many times where he'll argue with her and remind her that they aren't together anymore so she should stop being crazy. He'll enjoy being around his friends. He's be up for meeting new friends and having new experiences. He will so happy that he's finally free to do whatever he wants because being with her was so straining that he had started to love her less and less until he didn't love he hard enough to try anymore. But then, after some time, he realizes that maybe the single life isn't what he wants, maybe it was foolish of him to treat her the way he did, and maybe he should step up and be everything she needed. Eventually, he remembers how much he adored her crazy personality. Eventually, he realized how much he misses her when he stares at the other side of the bed where she used to lay. Eventually, he recognizes how he fucked up on the one person he didn't deserve and was so lucky to have.
words by: teddie nguyen
Amanda 4d
We say things we do not mean when we fight
This is not anything new
What concerns me is the painful fact
Some of those words are true
Listen to what people say to you when angry. Oftentimes they've been wanting to tell you that for awhile.
(A love poem to my wife)

I had been through the gate
and down the lane twice before
had stumbled down that lane
more than once
fallen flat two times major

all my "fallin' in" had fallen away
no more mysteries or fantasies
no more lovesick daydreams
no love poems
no real belief in the authenticity
of love
between man and woman

I had the rich love of my children
but woman

there were no stars left
in my eyes
no dreamy reveries
no "aching want" to be near
no "thinking about" every minute
I was no longer
an unrealistic romantic
I was a pragmatic confirmed bachelor

and then you

I was a full grown man
and then you

I was fully transported emotionally
to my early college days
to those beliefs in soulmates
special someones
in love at first sight
in being swept away

there was you
finally you

and I loved the insanity of it
to feel the all consuming
total captivation of love
of truly falling in love
like I was 19

I can not explain it
I loved feeling head over heels
I absolutely could not believe
that a feeling so confusing
so vulnerable
so wonderful
could ever happen
to a jaded 40-year-old

I had even resurfaced my belief
in the bewitching nature
of love songs

and I wasn't lookin'
hell no
I was not looking
hadn't considered it in quite some time

but from my office
I heard your voice
that voice drew me
like pollen draws a bee
i walked out
and then

there you were

I could only see your back
but the way you talked
the confidence with which you stood
and that beutiful posture
grace of a dancer
strength of an althlete
and a great great ass
a taut, lythe, svelte beautiful
world-class ass

I came around to face you
and your eyes

they arrested me
"against the wall
muthu fuguh
spread those legs
hands behind your head"
arrested me

took my heart custody
and it remains joyfully incarcerated
in love's velvet jail

serving my time
l have come to discover
that awesome booty
is connected to
an even more awesome mind
an incandescent spirit

this little boy was growing up
discovering an incredibly creative woman
a kind and gentle soul
the woman who would become my soulmate

I still love you
been faithful for 32 years
and that was never my historical MO

you know those two times through the gate
and down the lane
that I mentioned

ask them

but I gave myself fully
to you

and yes
these 30+ years may have frayed the valentine a bit
but not the love

many days your distant
angry with me
many days I don't like the way you can be
we both know full well
how to get on the other's nerves
you have me happy
you have me angry
you have me laughing
you have me yelling
and I the same to you

I'm a work in progress
ongoing editing required

and you
forever my horizon

I am genuinely in love
bonded to you for life
"through good times and bad"
finally understand the beauty of that

such a journey this is
I have never been 32 years "in"
so wonderfully strange at times
our love is no longer showy
it's like comfortable shoes
your favorite chair
a familiar song
but it is quiet
at times

our love often drifts just below the surface
like step stones in a stream
helping the other traverse
we might get a bit wet
but safe passage

it is the bedrock of our life
and like bedrock

I am here


top to "bottom"
you're still world-class!


rob kistner © 2018
A "honest" love poem, written to my wife of 32 years.
J 6d
Sometimes I wonder
Why can't you change
Why are you the way you are
The size
Even what's on the inside
Can't you change
To fit my wants and needs
I should know what's best for me
You gave me a brain
To make that decision
If I hurt you
It's for a reason
And the reason is your fault
For not making me as pretty
As I am on the inside
Or not giving me the weight
That goes with my height
That you also chose for me
A letter
To my body
I hate you.
08/06/18 12:12 AM
I am angry
I am hurt
I am sad
I am lost
I am looking
I am hungry
I am annoyed
I am tired
I am crying
I am shouting
I am vulnerable
But most importantly
I am loved
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