#lovers
AT THE LIBRARY WITH HER
A faint ache
curling in my stomach
echoes the old anxiety
of our final project.
A child bursts with noise.
His mother hushes him gently.
Noisy children stress you out.
I find myself wondering.
If children
will ever be part
of our story.
AT THE LIBRARY WITH HIM
On the final day of submissions,
I hurry to the library,
not driven by ambition,
but by the quiet desire
to be where you are.
While you sit there, focused,
lost in our final project,
my eyes wander
to the elderly couple
reading quietly in the corner.
The woman reads poems softly,
while the man watches her
with a kind of love
that needs no words.
And I wonder,
could that one day be us?
years from now,
still side by side,
still looking at each other
like poetry.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:29 AM UTC
At summer's end
you are a miracle
sleeping on my shoulder
we are dying and dancing
in the soft light
of autumn
an ocean of sea and salt
I lick the salt
from your chest
we have dissolved
our heavy limbs
climbing like
grapevines
we can be anything
the roar of the sea
the calm dream
of death
I am flooded
and complete
at the same time
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC
I had a dream one day to become a YouTuber and be called cool
I had a dream later on to become someone everyone loved at school
I had a dream to be popular and have the perfect body and loved by all.
then I grew up and realized...if I want to be loved I have to be myself.
so now....
I have a dream to be a vet and a phycologist, don't forget to mention a lawyer
I have a dream to have a child one day- no delay and be happy everyday-
to find my true love and get married by 26
that's my dream and I hope....
just hope one day I'm not to late.
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
Daylight dims
with the poet
taking her walk in the
misty gardens, as if
it was a place for
fairies with it’s
noir grapes and
and vine leaves,
she wore a crimson
dress as her lover
came before her
under the gleam of
white moonlight,
his wide, citrine eyes
tender with the autumn
sun, he smiled as his
fangs glinted by the
clear rivers, before
the time of his leave
came with the morning rise,
passionately they
beheld each other in
their untainted,
forbidden love
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
A TOUR AROUND THE LAKE WITH HER
We take a walk around the lake
its cold.
As always
you look great.
Glints of the sunbeam reflect in your gaze
we look at each other
and I can see the bottom of your heart
for a few moments.
Should we kiss?... I ask myself
" I want to kiss you," you said.
But we didn't.
A TOUR AROUND THE LAKE WITH HIM
With the fresh breeze
from the frozen lake,
the park is covered in snow
like a floating cloud,
and you walking beside me
made me feel
as if I had stepped
into a fairytale.
It felt as if time had stopped,
and the world had quietly faded away,
as though everything else
had been forgotten,
leaving only us
in that gentle silence.
As if this moment
had been meant
just for us,
giving us the chance
to slowly open
our hearts
to each other.
I looked at you,
you looked at me.
Maybe it was only
my imagination,
but in your eyes
I saw an ocean
of endless love.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:12 AM UTC
BEFORE SAYING GOODBYE TO HIM
In the cold December winter,
after watching a movie together,
it was finally time
to say goodbye.
Standing outside
on the open platform,
in the chilling wind and storm,
we stood there
together holding hands,
as if this moment
belonged only to us.
We both knew
gloves waited in our pockets,
but neither of us reached for them,
choosing the comfort of skin
over fur and borrowed warmth.
We stood there,
close enough to hear
each other’s heartbeat
pounding hard in the silence,
wishing the train
would never appear.
But in the end,
beneath the silent sky,
we still had to loosen
our tightly held hands
when the train arrived.
BEFORE SAYING GOODBYE TO HER
Somewhere near the heart of your reply,
A movie that approaches its end
reminds me that there is no better place in the city
than the location that somehow places you close to me.
And for a moment,
I forgot that we are more than friends,
but you are not mine to say aloud.
A parallel world lives quietly inside us
while we share a cold winter in December,
drawing silent boundaries for my behaviour.
We wait for something that I don’t really remember
until it suddenly appears on the open platform
and takes you far away from me to the next station
as if you had never been here before,
waiting for nothing to happen.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Your words
are never enough.
Your touch,
never enough.
Your eyes,
so full of love,
hold me longer than they should,
and still, it’s not enough.
I don’t know why
when I’m close to you,
I’m afraid I might
lose myself…
So I keep searching
for a reason to run…
Yet when you’re gone,
my heart and my eyes
begin searching for you again,
and I can’t stop
thinking about you.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
HER:
I don’t love you exactly as you are;
somehow,
I fall for you more every day.
HIM:
There is something magnetic about you.
Not many people will understand
the intricate layers of your beauty
...even you have yet to see it.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 8:13 AM UTC
Find that sweet spot, between awareness and inaction
Out to find me?
search by the sea
breathe the brine seasoned air
bathe in the great soundless sound
watch the empire of the repeating sea
which comes and goes for unknown reasons
not for a day or for a season
but forever
Out to find me?
search by the sea
you’ll find me under cloud nine
gazing seaward for long slippery moments
I romanticize my inability to focus
but the sea is a great thief of hours
its pitches keeping time
to some gravitational clock.
There - see him?
the tall sun-burned man
he is my playfellow
- how, is sealed between us -
but his tristful visage quickens my heart
- he has exceeded all promise
great loves have died
great seas have dried
the threatening is most sea-like
astringent, overwhelming
promising griefs unspeakable
without him I am unrooted
and utterly unfixable
Out to find me?
search by the sea
that wide and universal theatre
is the potent scene we play in -
he is with me - we two are joined
with the stubbornness of fortune
- we were wrought by nature -
and you cannot fight a natural sea
.
.
Songs for this:
please please please let me get what i want by She & Him
Hearts working overtime by Born At Midnite
Pacific Ave by Pearl & The Oysters
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 10:39 PM UTC
AT THE CAFÉ WITH HIM
You and me at the café,
sitting next to each other,
close, but not close enough
for me, at least.
You talked, talked a lot,
but not enough
to pull my mind away
from your eyes.
I kept looking,
trying to read beneath them
something that looked like
desire.
While our coffee remained
cold and untouched…
AT THE CAFÉ WITH HER
You
and some secret part of me
at the café.
You have become
with a slow, steady force
a crucial variable in my equation.
Love, though,
remains the only constant.
Attraction, you call it.
Wrong
If I intend to forget you
Wrong
If I intend to steal a kiss from you
So there are no winners
in this conflict
of interests.
That is what my mind is occupied with
while I admire your small eyes
smiling at me
at the café.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 6:37 AM UTC
Vines wrapped around my neck
Thorns poking
You cut your hands up prying the vines from my throat
My throat bleeding from the thorns
You bandaged it with bandages of pure love
Thorns of my own creation were digging into my neck and making it bleed
Yet you cut your hands prying the vines from my neck
So for that I thank you
Thank you for prying the vines from my neck even though it cut your hands up and you bled too
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HIM
You and I
in the elevator
after a bitter fight,
not wanting to talk
or be together anymore.
A short ride
from the 3rd
to the ground floor,
felt like
there were thousands
more stairs to go,
even after
we reached the ground floor.
IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HER
We
find ourselves once more
caught in disagreement
We step into the elevator
drifting downward from the third floor
your anger suits you,
Even when it burns in my direction
I ache to pull you close
to feel the rhythm of your heart
echoing against my own
and whispers my apology
But silence lingers between us.
Maybe I am drawn to the way you look
when your eyes spark with anger against me,
From this moment forward, I vow never
to let sadness cloud your eyes again
From now on, I will
choose my words with care
Measuring every word
speaking gently and
as we glide toward the ground floor
treat you as the princess you have always been to me
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
It’s a lovers Moon
Watching through the trees
As we walk hand in hand
In the cool night breeze
As we sit beneath the old Oak tree
And gaze into each others eyes
In the distance getting closer
Is the sound of an Owls cries
A kiss is followed by a warm embrace
As passions begin to rise
Then we notice up in the branches
The glowing, staring Owls eyes
As he turns his head to watch us closely
As we make love under the moon
He has a disapproving look
As he hoots his haunting tune
We lay together in harmony
Our thoughts for no one else but we two
Carefully watched by our new found friend
Watched by the Moon in the darkened hue
As passing clouds drift overhead
Moonbeams are breaking through
The eerie trees look threatening
As passionate events still continue
Casting a shadow over us as we make love
But it’s such a wonderful fulfilling time
Then we just lay together for the rest of the night
Enjoying the Moon, the Owl, the moment so sublime
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
Chest pumping, heart beating
Eyes staring, feeling nothing
I knew i'm gonna lose you,
But I don't feel a **** thing
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
Lakeside, the water is calm
Over my head, it becomes dangerous as a bomb
Vindictive, the ocean of my fears
Ever drowning in the swell of my tears
Make me yours, now and forever
Enter into my heart, my palace of never
Ask me why, so cold and so crisp
Laughing, I'll answer that it's all a tryst
Walk out, I'm not going to look back
Ashes littering the streets like lovers I never had
You say you are mine and I say I am yours
Smiles that lie, for we're both fake behind doors
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
Their love began
like contraband
passed between cells.
A glance.
Then another.
The city dragged its chains behind it.
Wet rope streets.
Workhouse windows glowing faintly
through November smoke.
He carried loneliness
like a term with no remission.
She spoke little,
kept her hands folded
as though someone had taught them fear.
Around them, doors shut.
Bolts entered iron.
Names disappeared into ledgers.
Still—
their shoulders touched once
in the narrow weather of evening,
and something unlocked itself
without permission.
Not happiness.
Not yet.
Only the strange relief
of hearing another pair of footsteps
matching your own
through the corridor.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
A muse is someone who inspires another to create art
For me it is one who inspires my poetry that I would like to think is art
Art is subjective now isn’t it?
You could call a person a work of art
That is a mere poetic expression though
Your eyes have become my favorite piece of art to look at
Your voice has become the anthem of my soul
The way you say baby has become my favorite ballad
It has become the ballad my soul yearns for
The anthem my heart beats for
Art is a subjective thing
Yet I think you are art
I found a muse
He is simply breathtaking
He is simply sublime
His voice is melodious
My love for him is amaranthine
His soul is seraphic
His heart is sincere
The way he says baby is dulcet
I found a muse and I’m never letting him go
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
Awakened steps at dawn
Returning to self,
Sunrises amused,
Crystal morning dew dancing
For sight,
A return from dreams,
Unremember the sleep across
Living waters,
Reconstruction of connection:
The walk to begin in forgetful
Grace adrift in recollection,
Steps rising from pulsing memory
Conceivable perception engraving,
Eager to recollect rhythms anticipated
From hopeful beginnings,
Root of the world sculpting
The resonance of self.
A calm body in space freely
Creating future momentum,
Drifting through motions,
Leaving the dark setting fire
To the the day,
A repetition of burn;
Clarity of flames framing
Embers of time.
Entanglement,
Binary stars facing eachother,
Light intertwined born in connection,
Silence speaks loudest
When meeting lumens greet
First light,
Clarity written on a world
From first fruits of many a dusk,
Connecting the night.
Connecting the day.
The first fruits of morning
Connection woven
And here it is all born.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 6:10 PM UTC
Done, I do the dew, with did
Smile, and appreciate the door
I play the real, for a better curiosity hid
In the senses you offered; a dread to fare, an actor
Silly old milestone, on a jealous road?
Sorry about the craving, the saving for heed
Time is my most intimate hour, until a tongue to hold
Witness the swallow of pride, I make for austerity's lead
Promise me a flower, and the wealth of an eye
Takes the truth to a salt, where misogyny is mine for a need
In the shared lips, to welcome another friend, to the table of the divine
Learn and ascertain, the better of me, in the land of where we seem
To be the kinder of many eyes
Role's in the hindrance of a youth, that kept their vow
Forces in the more, if not the good nature we deem, is a shine
Of a clash, and the need of home to look beyond how...
Here is the fate of a kiss...
Hanging from the proverbial legend of yet to be named
Wars in the very and stare of a creed, when a house has a wish
Can a strength step forward, to liberate mercy from hope's fame?
Since, if not a grace to compare you to aging
Them of ought, in the paces we meant, an eclectic rainbow
Come with me to the voice I hear, is a desire imagining
Our few, in the here and now, to let a new savior into the house?
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
Eating me, slowly,
All the way up to my stomach.
You are so kind.
Perhaps I misunderstood.
The second time,
to be this stupid.
I wish you could see,
beyond a girl you are helping;
on a ride along.
Maybe I am just there.
Not special at all.
Just a naive little girl,
turned woman,
still waiting,
for an admission of sorts.
Not quite in love, yet.
That builds,
as if pieces,
in due time.
Know you are the exception,
making me willing,
to reach it.
Though I am sure,
for you,
there is no need.
Extremely aware.
I am just another,
of your many admirers.
Why am I such a fool?
Stepping, willingly,
into the trap,
again.
Creating these expectations,
directly into my synapses.
As if constellations
building you,
slowly.
Is it strange
that I wanted to be right
this one time?
This quiet urge
to be chosen.
Hard to admit.
Oh!
You are all that
so wise, at times.
And I am just a girl,
with shaky hands ,
trying to breathe beside you.
To get near you,
be comfortable in your touch.
Not feel so peculiar,
when you open all my doors.
Wish I had more to offer,
besides a smile,
and my trust
for eternity.
Your past girlfriends,
your past crushes,
they seem magical.
Empowered.
Rich.
In every sense of the word.
And sometimes,
often.
I wish I wasn't myself.
Feeling this hard,
for someone
who is simply kind.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
nine o'four,
the moment
our hearts
tore.
addressing the
elephant in the room,
while you stood
outside the door.
drowning eyes,
we spoke no more,
yet all I felt was
the anger you pour.
our stories
we shared
are now
someday's lore.
yet I swore,
friends we shall
become
once more;
the tomorrows of
some day,
a promise I made
at nine o'four.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 1:10 PM UTC
So I was correct,
drawing a line.
There you go,
leaving me here.
How I wish I wrote you a letter,
a poem similar as so many already written,
sent by mistake
or on purpose so you know.
It turns out we really are normal people.
A message from you, if I reveal it,
so exhilarating
we are more close than they know.
You go,
and I stay.
Would never ask you otherwise.
Life requires change.
Naturally, knowing, understanding,
I still feel my eyes water.
You were the first
to steal my heart.
Would ever chose to keep it?
You showed me care,
love,
how capable I am to give,
to receive.
I should let you be.
Still, a selfish me
wants you near.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC
There were boys tripping over themselves
to have me.
Do they not see?
I already belong.
One tried to kiss me,
laughed up close to his face.
Down, one more shot,
tripping, falling over you,
into the chair.
Tasted only peppermint *****
not your warmth, not his.
You were somewhere else as well.
Was it your bed?
Or did you kiss a girl, presented she was there?
Nevermind, I might throw up glitter, and my guts.
I just want true kindness,
mutual adoration,
someone gentle,
just as you are.
Or maybe I wish it to be you.
My friends say I've grown insane
to pour love, not asking for it back.
Merely happy if you are happy,
if that means being your friend.
You shall then never confirm if you have suspicions.
But I could not kiss him.
I was only thinking of you.
This guy said I was a star from a music clip,
perfect as can be,
all that to get me to touch him.
You never said that.
Contrary, you call me bright,
capable of taking on the world with stride,
still cute as button,
the tenderness of rooting for another's growth.
There is no other for me.
So I will keep pouring out,
to pour love, not to fill a cup if yours spills,
but to pour on the ocean of the love you receive.
Some early mornings,
missing you dearly,
overthinking completely
that you hate me somehow.
Perhaps you discovered my innocence is nothing but fault.
My looks, my intelligence are just not up to par.
Maybe, just maybe, I laughed too hard,
weirded you out.
Still, I urge you to keep receiving
while I am willing to give,
or forevermore remember my smile
while the light hits just right,
right across the sea,
beneath a cherry tree.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:22 PM UTC
Your voice scratches my brain like the clickety clack of a typewriter
Your voice plays in my head like the most beautiful melody
If we could get sounds etched with ink I would get the way you say baby etched unto my skin
I wonder what your hand would feel like interlocked with mine
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
The small black wristband
Affixed to my wrist.
It used to bother me so
Every time I noticed my forearm.
But not because
I chose this little fate.
But for the reason that all those around
Stare down at it too.
I suppose they find it strange
To chose one such ending.
So much so,
It's become what's defined me.
And I stay somewhat stranded
In my lonely little world
Of impending doom
And misunderstanding.
Lately, however,
I've tried to socialize,
But I'd like to make it clear I said "tried".
I met a boy
But he was different by being the same.
Matching friendship bracelets,
He likes to say.
I guess it means we both die our own way.
To chose is something not many
Concur to.
This boy I quite favor,
And I think he does too.
At times we lay together
In the echo of machines.
He tells me my hair is soft
As he combs through it mindlessly.
I'm sorry I can't return the compliment.
The small black wristbands
Affixed to our wrists.
It used to bother me so
But now I mind less.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:34 PM UTC