Summer nights had lost their luster
As a million fireflies dim their embers;
Only in nostalgia could we glance
Those scenes where they once danced

Lost are their glimmer—
The forests mourn their partners
For they've taken its tiny souls
Mystic glows that made them whole

Their embers were put to rest,
And murk swallowed these blessed;
Their shine that wanes to bloom
Now forever sleeps in gloom.

The map unfurls,
irrelevant.
Any point touched by your light
becomes the center.

Late nights breathe,
under a sky dusted with stars,
and the pull,
irresistible,
of a gaze that anchors me.

Let them watch,
the curious eyes,
the fleeting judgments.
Within your orbit,
I am home.

No gilded cage,
no borrowed glamour,
just the quiet hum
of two souls entwined,
making the mundane shimmer.

Absence,
a hollow echo.
The world muted,
awaiting the vibrant hue
of your return.

Moonlight spills,
a silent invitation
to a space where only
tenderness resides,
painting moments eternal.

Each shared step,
a soft rhythm against the quiet,
anywhere, everywhere,
soaked in the indelible rain
of this boundless affection.

you held my hand as we were intertwined
drunk of alcohol and each other
I smiled with your lips against mine
your heart was beating so fast under my palm
your hands explored places not even I knew were there....
it tickled the way you'd pull me close by the waist
I wanted to stay tucked between your arms for eternity
but the sun started to rise
I pried myself out of your arms kissed your lips and said goodbye....

Some souls are like stars in the night,
Calming chaos with gentle light.
No words are needed, just their glow,
A breath of peace, a steady flow.

They shine so rare, a celestial find,
A moment when the heart and mind align.
For in their presence, darkness fades,
And silent comfort softly pervades.

When you discover such a star so bright,
Your mind and heart unite in light.
No longer fighting, just serene,
A cosmic calm, a peaceful dream.

Cradle my cerebrum.
Fuse our hemispheres.
Wear the crown of my soul's kingdom.
To create droughts of tears.
Disappear the lonely years.
Your touch is,
necessity of nourishment,
for my groaning hungry skin.
Use the bark of my bones,
to build a castle we may dwell within.
Our souls of destiny entwine and collide.
You crash into my heart with every lunar tide
Unbreakable bliss,
from the prescious pierce of a single kiss.

I told my soul to rest to let your absence be
But why this constant falling make this soul's insanity
Each glimpse, a bitter nectar a joy that cuts like pain
How do I unweave this feeling?

This feeling of consuming chain
I've waited through the silence
Where dreams have turned to gray
Now I'm steeped in blue, where longing holds its sway.

pain of the cycle, pain from growth.
I had to lose my mind to find my soul.
so if pieces of my soul
are way too far from home
there are pieces of my mind I have to abandon.
pain of the cycle
             or
pain from growth?
which one will you choose ?
When you realize, you are not human.
But a simple soul bounded to flesh and blood.
Having that human experience
and another soul formed the same way
has found itself knotted in yours.
pain of the cycle or pain from growth?
Which one will you choose?
As you keep letting those corrupted memories
swirl around your brain,
when you realize the happiest moments are the saddest,
when you disconnect from the human experience,
and drown yourself in a feeling
that releases you from the chains of the physical.
Pain of the cycle.
Pain from growth.
1 comes after another.
Do not postpone your growth.
The problem is not the intensity of my love
but the quality of the soul I coated with it.

I see you in the places we once knew,
a glimpse of your shadow in passing view.
Your name lingers on my silent tongue,
a song unsung, forever young.

We walk the same streets, breathe the same air,
yet fate pretends we’re unaware.
A step too late, a turn too wide,
always reaching—never collide.

I hear your laughter in echoes dim,
like a melody lost within the wind.
Fingers stretch, but time won’t bend,
a story stuck with no real end.

We could meet, yet we stay apart,
two lost souls with tangled hearts.
So close—yet worlds away,
a touch we’ll never let replay.