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Flames that never die,
Hearts caught in a blaze of love,
Burning in your eyes.
Unfading passion unbound,
I, a moth drawn to your light.

Your name on my lips,
Like a prayer, whispered softly—
Wind stirs the embers.
In your arms, I find my home,
Each heartbeat a sweet refrain.

Fate entwines our paths,
No force can tear us apart,
Love’s eternal vow.
As stars rise to kiss the night,
Our souls melt in bright embrace.

In this sacred fire,
We dance, sparks of the divine,
Consuming, complete.
The world fades into shadows,
Only we, flame-bound, remain.

Through restless, dark nights,
Your warmth guides me to the dawn,
My hand in your own.
Storms may rage, but we stand firm,
Rooted in love’s endless flame.

Promise forged in fire,
With each breath, I speak your name,
Solarsido, mine.
Life and death weave through our days,
Yet this bond will never break.

Even time bows down,
To this love, eternal flame,
No end in our sight.
Souls collide and worlds shatter,
Still, we rise, one heart, one fire.

Let the heavens shake,
Let fate test our steadfast hearts,
We will stand as one.
For each day begins with you,
And each night falls with your touch.

Whispers on the breeze,
“Never let go, hold on tight,”
Guiding our true path.
In your gaze, the sun returns,
Lighting up my darkest nights.

An unending blaze,
Burning deep within our hearts,
Fanned by whispered vows.
Nothing in this world compares
To the fire that we ignite.

Through the endless storms,
Through the trials we may face,
This flame will endure.
For your love, my shining star,
Is the light that leads me home.

Oceans rise and fall,
Mountains crumble to the sea,
Yet still, we remain.
Bound by love’s unyielding flame,
In this life and all to come.

Let this be our song,
A hymn to the love we share,
Timeless, true, and pure.
In your arms, I find my peace,
In your kiss, my heart’s delight.

Close your eyes, my love,
Feel my heart beat next to yours,
Rhythms intertwined.
This is more than just a dream,
This is love’s eternal flame.

Even as we age,
Grey and fragile in the years,
This fire will not wane.
For our love, eternal, bright,
Blazes on through endless time.

Let the world bear witness,
To the love that we have found,
Passion without end.
In your arms, forever safe,
Burning bright, our hearts of flame.

—For Solarsido, my heart’s eternal flame.
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“I look at you,” he told me, “and I think to myself; now here’s a guy whose got it all: he’s over fed, has a nice watch on his wrist and his shoes, although not my style, are brand new. The only thing he doesn’t have are troubles and worries.”

“bartender,” I shouted, “I’ll take one more and the tab.”

“hey man what about me,” he asked, “mind topping me off?”

“and another one for the poor sap next to me.”

“you see what I mean,” he continued. “you can afford to buy drinks for yourself and for others. as for myself, they forced me into a war I didn’t support and I also got my *** shot off for a cause unknown. I was stripped of my emotions, gutted from my life, they sodomized my psyche, carved the dream out of my head and I was never given a chance at having children or a future. and all this happened before I ever held a beer or tasted a cigarette or had a woman in my bed.”

I didn’t bother responding
in hopes that he’d get the hint
but as expected, he was as
clueless as my ex-wife
and as he carried on
with relentless persistency
each word dug in like a cat scratch
and all I could do was clench my glass tighter and tighter to contain myself.

“I’ve been spit on, kicked out, beat up and let down,” he further continued. “the streets are hard and unkind and everywhere you go you’re unwanted and everything is locked. why do you think I pour into these bars late at night? to drink? naw man, I just need a place to go, a roof over my head you know?”

that was it.
I had enough.

I finished my drink,
got off the stool
and headed toward the exit.

“hey buddy,” he shouted, “can I get another one for the road?”

“no.”

“just one more?”

“NO!” I screamed.

“c’mon man, you’ve got everything and I’ve got nothing. what makes you better than anyone else?”

“now look here you bumbling idiot…”

“but…but…but…” he interrupted.

“I’ve heard your tales of woe and now you’re going to listen to me,” I said sternly. “I look overfed because of poor diet and lack of exercise caused by working 60-80 hours a week with no time to take care of myself. I have a nice watch and new shoes but it came with a price. I’ve traded in my freedom for comfort, my time for materials and any chance of love for success. you say I have everything and you have nothing? I say you’re wrong. you’ve got something I no longer possess and that my friend is soul. don’t lose that. don’t buy into the mold. don’t conform. don’t become like everyone else. most of the people you see in here have imprisoned themselves into their own personal hell. that’s the way society wants it. but you’re free. truly free. and another thing… don’t worry about sorrow. everyone’s got problems and nobody wants to hear about it. why do you think people are in here? for the enjoyment? no, there here to forget. just. like. you.”

“******* *******! I don’t need a lecture from you or your cheap advice. all I need is a ******* drink!”

…and with that,
I walked out into the
dark and empty streets
where they greeted me
with their silence.
Happened a long time ago, in a bar, somewhere down in New Orleans.
Something inside me
A weak arm tensed
Finding the mettle
Blood pumping
Power for winged escape
Across subterranean
Winter and May
You bang the drum
Strength of the world
For some kind of catapult
Which fires you into dismay
Too distraught at disorders
Sabotaging destructive nonsense
Bordering on the edge
Drifting into red
Colder than blue
Mood as consistent as milk
Souring upon sunny bloom
Fragile blossoming
As sensitive as can be
Broken from tiredness
Losing from little use
Truth is
Feel useless
Inside me
Something different
Pushes me
Towards something
Which feels
Quite new
The person belongs to dark 

In search of light

Leaves the dark

Found a rock 

Keeps the rock 

Ask the rock

"Hey rock, Where I can find the light?"

Says the rock 

"The light that you're
  Looking For is in the dark"

Goes to dark 

Found a mirror

Keeps the mirror

Ask the mirror

"Hey mirror where i can find the light?"

Says the mirror

"The light that you're 
  Looking for You already have"

Unsatisfied with the answer 

The person that belongs to dark

Leaves the dark

In search of light.
Perhaps it was all the same: the predictable certainty of the steps, like the aged footprints of old loves, which the ocean once drew in the sand. The past shattered shards of glass into smithereens. The weighty mass of scoldings, curse words, and nasty words can no longer be satisfaction or a legitimate retaliatory strike towards the sure redemptive forgiveness; because deep down in the confused, wounded Soul, the flower *** is already rattling into tiny pieces again, and there is no more worldly, massive glue that could fit more than a million pieces together.

Well, this is how Everything is formed; the cherishing, caressing voice of the Beloved no longer calls out from the echoing silence. Silence with an intermittent rhythm walks its rhythmless tightrope dances, because the kettle drum rhythm of the waning waves of the present also beats in the deaf ears. Why is it that every moment believed to be eternal has an unpredictable end and is hyperactive and restless?!

- The ever-drifting event of Nirvana-nothing seems to culminate crystal clear in the present minutes. The wolf-howl is accumulating in the manner of mini-atomic bombs ready to explode in the throats of screaming, ready-to-climb, ready-to-dive wolves. The clustered fear stretches to the shoulders, just like the Cassandra-scented ominousness.

Many-stringed screams hang, then ripen with a luscious, juicy pleasure, like a bunch or two of nectar-rich grapes. The massive-solid prison walls surrounding a person are increasingly hopeless, there is absolutely no escape from them.
The night arrives
And my sins
Get lost between the shadows
Feeling less shame
Walking home late
Leaving all behind
Darkness makes me blind
At the mirror, i look
A Little girl smiles
And then i remember
How innocent I was

By Yasmin.Sh
The last dream I had
Was the sweetest moment we had
Lying on the bed
Sitting on the chair
Running on the way
Laughing all the day
The biggest let's hear
no judge allows here
You say , I tear
I say , you hear

Time passes fast
Our friendship doesn't last
And then I understand
I was in the wonderland
Alice comes out from the dream
Catch her friend, leaving their team
she cried - it's all she had

Kitties on the floor
Staring at the door
Making my life
Without any lie
Feeding my cats
Reading my books
Walking under the rain
Finding a new friend
A new door opens
A new life cheers
All I have to do
Is to keep my true people - near

By Yasmin.Sh
He was fading through the waves,
still held her body to carry her away
She was neither human nor corpse;
He was carrying her bones.
The ocean tried to give him peace,
But the storm had just begun in him.

By Yasmin.Sh
About a painting
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My eyes were sparkling back then - filled with joy
I used to believe that love was so beautiful - turns out it was coy
The first one was naive, reckless, and bold
I should've listened to my mama - to be strong, be cold.

Love changed me, broke me, tore me up
But I was clinging to the idea that I shouldn't give up
My man is somewhere in the middle of this crowd
I can't wait to meet him, my heart just did the loudest pound

Admittedly, I fell in love a couple times
With people who filled me with temporary smiles
Don't blame me - I was a fool
I'd do anything - all I needed was a call

After some time, I got tired
The spark that I used to have - it is no longer required
If you want to take my hand
Climb up my tower - thorned, high, and manned

My spark is still there, but I got wiser
I learned to protect myself for I am my own treasure
To get my touch you have to fall deeply
Stuck in a pit where it's just you and me

Some have tried, some have faded
But they weren't what I wanted, never what I needed
Love for me is simple - I will be honest, okay?
Just don't do any shortcuts - be steady and walk one way

This could go all day and I wouldn't be even done
Talking about love and what it does to one
But looking back into the past and thinking about the future
I realized that cupid failed to become the best shooter
me writing this on a random Wednesday just blurting my thoughts and meditating about current events
you can drink how much you want
but you will never see me in her
you can find another girl
who jokes the same as I did before
who laughs the same, who smiles the same
but it will never be me again
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