this person, who reads somehow
almost every poem here deposited,
how he does it, a secret, well kept,
but hardly hidden, for he signals
his appreciation in so many ways,
and s p o t l i g h t s those who frequent
contribute, cheerleader and coach
with keen eye and sharpness of brain,
he affectively, affectionately, injects &
infects this little expanse,
this Kingdom of York,
where lovers meet,
speaking in their own
dialect of kindness…

writes himself with a uniqueness,
dare I say in his owned style?
there is never a doubt
who has authored his work,
so many superb scripts,
but his better good works,
present in his presence here,
bringing out the best of the
multiplicities of each of us

but of whom do I speak?

Why,

Carlo C. Gomez

of course!

Plain Jane
Echoes softly
Not a princess or a Barbie wanna be
Maybe that is you not me
This Ugly Duckling became a nice swan
When a pair of  bespectacled blue eyes looks at me
How could anybody call my poet an Ugly Duckling?

C@rainbowchaser2024

Questions
Situations
They change along with the answers
Just as memories and seasons do
You must capture them
Enjoy them to the utmost
In an instant or New York minute
There are reasons beyond your control which cause delays,disruptions,cancellations,and in many cases unfortunately heartbreak
Seasons

C@rainbowchaser2024

I never cried for loss,
But I cried for you,thousand tears, and some more,
Greater than loss,
I cried for betrayal, the thousand fragment of hope.

I didn't cry,
For the aching heart,
That only knew how to get hurt,
But I cried so deep,
For my little hands,
That were scared of every touch.

If heaven's million star,
Came done to crush my skull,
Non of them would give a scar,
It is only you that cuts deep,

I shouldn't have,
But you know I did,
I couldn't loved someone incomplete.

all my life i have been bound by the letter c
how fitting since it seems
to be shaped like manacles
ready to clasp around my wrists
around every corner
every turn i took i found her unchallenged in her rivalry  
she chose to haunt me
down to the colour of my eyes
i could not escape her
she was always there, a shadow in the corner
for have you considered
she cowered in every single line
of this poem, reflected within every word

All the he's are gone.
And I am left with
Me. Mum and dad.

I'm about to run away again.

Just me and an expired car

It's been a hard year..
I have had the best *** of my life
But found no love
Never allowed to lie in the arms of the strangers who use me.

The one I long for
The one I cry for
And the one I pray for

Has blocked me everywhere. .

Now I am alone.

I feel like a cheap ****.
I never cheated but I tried to replace him to soon

I should have just waited prayered harder that he would change his mind

I hope his new lover is kind and smart and beautiful.

I feel like trash
Surly it gets better than this.
Or was that my day in the sun

I didn't get a chance to say
I was enamored with how honest you were to me
and how trusted you made me feel
when you told me the small things about you that others wouldn't admit,
like how you judge books by their covers
or dislike people who act like fans of musicians after only hearing their new songs
when you were a fan before they blew up (haha).

Everything about you felt sincere,
so when you said you wanted to be friends
you might have really meant it,
but the last time we spoke face-to-face
the clock in my car had the correct time
and the last time you texted me first
I still had so much to look forward to in 2020.

Since then, I've been in a constant state of in-between focusing on myself and asking you how you've been,
but I don't feel regret when I see you and
I don't feel as sad to see you happy & surrounded.
So I'm relieved,
because what was and could have been is behind me.

But now, I can't shake off this constant habit of comparing myself to you and to the person you wanted me to be.
All I think about now bounces from wanting to be better and feeling like I'll never be good enough (for anyone),