#crafted
My friends can't stop loving or wishing to find someone to love more
to find someone to hold them, to hold open the door
Someone to buy them roses when they go out on dates
Or watch a movie together, staying up late
But forever they go from person to person
to find the perfect match, to believe in true love
They hurt and they cry, holding their hands to their chests
Their trust was broken, and their needs continued unmet
To me, love is pain. And I can't bring myself to love anyone
Though I've tried..
Love cannot be trusted, and love cannot be held
Most of the time, love is unsuccessful for those who fall under its spell
If it's true that everyone has one, with a red string tied to each other
Someone perfect
Someone who is kind
Someone who will fit the needs of the other
When will I meet mine, or the others to stop the pain
Why must we continue to search for a treasure only to be in vain?
What if it's a myth
a fantasy
a folklore told tall ?
A secret, a story to keep hope when it continues to fall?
Humans are made to rely on others, to never hold on their own
With two pieces of a puzzle to continue evolution, to move a tower
to plant a beautiful flower, or other plants to be sown
Is it true that we're made in pairs
yin and yang, opposites always in some sort of constant compare
How is that love, and how is that peace
What if one is to forever sleep?
Prince Charming isn't coming, and a kiss will not wake
those who don't trust the world with their own fate.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC
It's Time...
For so long, consciously or unconsciously, I have given you the access..
Allowed you to shape and mold me to your heart desires..
Like a clay upon the hands of the sculptor.. Oh, what a beauty you have constructed...
Like the SCULPTURE PYGMALION,
Graciously, the gift of breath have been granted unto the figure you have molded..
Allotted the wheel to you..
Like a vehicle, you have driving me, crazily, calmly, moderately, to the vissicitude of your heart desires..
But it's now Authomatum.
Like a skilled architect, you've crafted me to your desideratum, into a perfection but not my perfection.
Like a weaver, you've weaved me into a marvelous fine silk, radiating quite a beauty to the beholder of utmost perfection yet so imperfect..
For so long, you have succeeded in assembling me, yet feeling so disassembled...
Verily, Like a mosaic artist, you have drafted an incredible piece of work, perfect, yet so imperfect..
Like the SCULPTURE PYGMALION,
Graciously, the gift of breath have been granted unto the figure you have crafted..
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
Take my hand
and let's dance
Where we don't need air
to breathe.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
Many years I've spent in your grace.
Days filled with joy, orange sunsets on summer nights,
but slowly, and then all at once, they turn red.
In the next moment it's over, and you can breathe in the breeze;
Fresh Air.
Free from bindings I carefully crafted, out of a stifling cell, gone is
The Warden.
You know what they say,
"you and me and the devil makes three",
but you're the devil in disguise.
And honey, I'm not in hell no more.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
And when I'm finally
Forced to fade
Slight of minds
No longer vague
Inconclusively
Placed on trial
Paradoxically wearing
A black tooth smile...
Hear no evidence
Of my rebellious heart
Encipher not
My darkest art
For I have loved
And lost it all
Forgive my words
And my resolve
....
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
I fell head over heels in love with my comely neighbor Bernadette
Without ever seeking consent of the noble soul,just think of it!
All those long passionate,purple prose crafted, burning midnight oil
My offerings for her,reposed in my imagination,till they withered!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
nothing so crude
as these words on the page
nothing so uncrafted
as the clarity of me in her eye
nothing more natural than
her comforts she fashions at the end of my day
she is still golden at the height of
the arch of her young song
still able write her path
but she remains here
for our summer day
my mind
lying like a black and white photograph
lost to the ages within her words of the day
nothing more beautiful
than the truth of her embrace
thin fabric of her dress
expresses the warmth of her skin
without losing the demure of her innocence
I wait here in the shade as
she plays in the sunlight
a song only her heart can know plays
idle my fingers spin romance
carefully wrought in silver and jade
cold metal reflecting brightly
smooth stone hard to warm
but as it lay in the sun
it becomes
nothing so uncrafted
as the clarity of me in her eye
nothing so bold as her rushing to my arms
© 2017 mark john junor all rights reserved
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
With the ink of passion
I will write poem of loss
On my paper heart
Forging new lines
With words of love
Crafted with care
A devine rhyme
For your eyes only
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
Finer moments
Chiseled and crafted
with hands that care
Hearts rhythm of love
Finer moments
will remain etched forever
Testimony of dreams
that came alive with love
Finer moments
are to be cherished
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
you do magical things to me
bring out the the compassion and hope
you entice the gentle heart in me
i know its because you are magical yourself
i see it in everything about you
i see it in how i am captivated by your eyes
by the suggestion of you in the deepest dreams of my soul
like dreamlight crafted in hearts warmth
you haunt me
standing here at my crossroads
with you sweetly on my mind
will i ever find my way home to hear your gentle laugh
to your tender embrace
will i ever really have a home again
now that your so far away
dreamlight crafted in hearts warmth you will forever remain
forever here at my crossroads
edge of the deep sea
and the wild lonely desert
forever looking to distant shore and the memory of you
the taste of you on my soul
dreamlight crafted in your hearts warmth
means so much to me
you are the song my heart breaths
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Crafted like a diamond
with the hands of the greats
Van Gough, Da Vinci
put together like Cubism
with the vision of Picasso
A mind like Shakespeare, Dickens
Intelligent like Artificial Intelligence
Envisioned by God
A perfect being
and made into the best, the most perfect person
Made by perfection into perfection
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC