Poetry is a winner.
It unbounds yourself.
It frees the tears you suppressed.
It connects with yourself and soulmates.

When you lost your voice,
Poetry brings it back.
When you don't know who you are,
Poetry will tell you!

Poetry has the power
To beat the hell out of you.
To dig with endurance
Until you bleed truth.

But what it leaves behind
is cleaner than before.
It rips the rot from your soul
and calls it transformation.

A seasoned poet realizes
Through embellished disguises
Marked by complexity
Driven by calculated uniformity
Filled with minute details
evaluate while riding the rails
The goal is to work hard to achieve
A story poem believably perceived

To exaggerate a structured process made
Is when vivid imagery fades
Interesting concepts inevitably played
Muddy clarification  pictures portrayed
Without stress comes blessed
Fantastic lines flourishes
As words nourishes our souls

We build organic sentence structure
from simple ingredients.
Adjectives provide ample sustenance.
As the art of the story is told
embellishments never grow old

Usually, a poet will know
When they’re on a roll
A smile concluded at the end
For a poet, it’s easy to pretend

When did embellishments become bigger than life?
Every subject kernels of nuggets of human strife
With twists and turns as the poet’s story jack knifes
Yet Never seems too deep as they grow old
A well planned story for told

A poet strives for elusive perfection ,
Avoiding at all cost negative rejection
Finding their self in their written word
Their true voice even IF the topic is absurd

Vivid imagery shows leaps and bounds
When a story read out loud has perfect sound
With a basic premise solid as the ground
Fluidity in motion can be found

Their poetry gift establishes imagination
Only limited by their lexicon, word creation 
power required to overcome friction
and the inertia of the moving parts proper diction 

Spy a girl cross the sea
Come sailing with me
Simply beautiful let it be
The love, we will create
Finding our soulmate

My sail boat
roams restless
upon the ocean
Smooth sailing
Poetry in motion

Inspired song
1) Come Sail Away
By Styx 1977

2) Sail Away
By The Oak Ridge Boys 1979

got together before,
thrived during,
and deepened after.

the world had gone quiet,
streets hushed,
time slowed to a simmer.
we measured days in drinking,
and nights in being together.

that summer,
while you worked,
i found a passion
in building a home —
a craft i had overlooked before.

i baked with my heart,
and cooked with my soul.

my mother was stupefied —
i never, not once,
helped her in my life.
even the way i peeled potatoes
was apparently a crime.

but then,
i created specialties,
dishes from all over the world,
setting time aside each day
to warm your heart
with two courses,
and desserts.

that fire still lives.
i’m so **** good
at what i do —
because food is my love language,
and when i cook,
it’s all for you.

When I was little
I wanted to write romance novels
It was all I read
But my heart won’t let me
No matter how many love stories I start
My soulmate is poetry

One year down the road,
two years back behind.
Neither has a sign saying closed,
not that we would pay it any mind.
Indecision is killing us
choking so hard we can barely breathe.
I buried all of our trust
and then beg you not to grieve.

While it’s always been you I adore
I can’t decide if I love or hate myself more.
It eats me alive just like cancer
but I know and I show, us both
the real answer.

Try to illustrate your soul
but my pallet’s lacking the tones.
I tried to pay the tickets and toll
by trading sticks and stones.
A promise I should’ve kept,
but sometimes it’s just too hard,
and so I watched as you wept
just as predicted by the tarot card.

While it’s always been you I adore
it’s been the wrong side I’ve been fighting for.
I chose my tactics and my plays,
to get through that it’s true,
It’s still you
all time and always.

She says “don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby,
when you do that **** it makes me feel crazy.”
“You can’t even look me square in the face,
and you’ve always had an accent I just couldn’t place.”
She says “don’t call me kid, don’t call me love,
you took everything that I ever dreamt of
all of it is now poisoned laced,
or you tried to erase but it can’t be replaced.”

I could never put her on a shelf;
These aren’t feelings I’ve ever felt
just for anyone else.
I’m sure she knows **** well,
for her I’d crawl my body through hell.
All time and always.

You wanted my words
you’ve wanted my thoughts,
and all that you’ve heard;
It’s my heart that you’ve got.
Love I’m right here
and I forever will be,
my lips will brush your ear
for all eternity.

I’ll bathe in your soul
and I’ll drown in your eyes
you will make me whole
and you will light my skies.
Love; I am blind
for you’re all I can see,
but I will never mind
for all eternity.

She speaks to me in poetry
in calligraphy and with cartography,
and bestows upon me these blessings;
endless dreams and epiphanies.
I correspond with you and you to me,
attached and complimenting eachother as a wave to the sea.
Upon our flesh two puzzle pieces as each completing,
Darling I could never resist, quickly defeating.

You keep each secret like a stone
before you put it into your pocket.
And I don’t ever want you to feel alone,
you’ve got me locked up like a locket.
Your luscious hair isn’t the only weight
that lies upon your soft shoulders.
And I just want to be in your future and current state,
so let me pick up and carry those boulders.

So please don’t you ever abandon me
like Lipton’s alligator soup and Altoids sour candy.

I love you like a wind-
That never breezed
My warmth for you is like a winter
That wouldn't get too cold

A love so kind and caring
Like a bird spreading its wings
And a dog running free
Perhaps a bee that keeps its stings

I love the sun a little more-
When you're around to watch
I love the pouring rain
Or the stars I cannot touch.

You say your demons haunt you.
But I’ve stared into worse —
and they blinked first.

If yours would face me,
I’d burn them down with truth and fury,
one by one,
until your name was free.

But they don’t.

They wear your face.
Speak with your voice.
And you…
you still call them home.

So I wait.
Not because I’m weak —
but because this battle is not mine to win.
It’s yours to start.

But when you do?
I’ll be there. Sword drawn. Fire ready.
Not to fight for you —
but with you.

Eye blink, So quick!
I lost the count!
Hit twenty three and still in doubt
About how it all came out
Sick of all the what ifs that eat my mind
But one thing I'm thankful for is my person that I found

Amid the chaos and the pain
Her words can light up a flame
Of hope and stop the blame
For everything again and again
Likewise her name she gives faith
That I'm the one to decide my fate
"Don't be lame it's never that late"

Did I find my soulmate?

Our wonderland was never coloured and pink
It's all shades and splattered ink
Of Unspoken words that I'm writing
About you as I'm hiding
Not my truth or who I am
Just a raw thought at 3 am

Just know you’re the closest to my heart
Even if someday we'll grow apart

Yes, She’s the best Mate!

-HexaWhirl<3