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I dont think I could ever love someone else
Because looking in your brown eyes I see forever
I see a future where it’s just the 2 of us
I see a life where I can just be in your arms all day
I see a moment where nothing else in the world matters
I see the sun dying every night to let the moon breathe
I see the moon shining when the sun kisses her
I see star signs aligning in my head so were soulmates
I don’t think anyone could ever be like you
I don’t think I could ever give my heart to someone
And trust them to not break it like you havent
I don’t think anyone could light up my eyes
Like your messages do when I’m upset
I don’t think someone could be as gorgeous as you
I don’t think anyone could love me like you loved me
And I pinkie promise you
On all the stars
That I’ll love you till the end of time
As long as you don’t break my heart
Because I don’t think I could ever love someone else.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 11:20 PM UTC
for reasons unknown to me,
the urgent need to commence
this one with the words:
Oh man,
this is, this be, challenging,
but these words were found on the drying rack in my
abattoir, my nickname for my unending Draft Day
filings
and kept poking despite another overnight splash,
the product pool is full of creativity's synaptic junctions,
a wild night of up~writing, from god knows when,
and here it is 7:18, there are obligations, needs that
a demand a face to face meeting, tho the troops are
in their boarded beds, gently snoring…
so quick, to the sizable task at hand
the search is perpetual, not eternal,
for no one comes forward, willing
to admit, they have been around
since King David's time, practicing
this verbal chicanery game of using
words to guide the perplexed, unless,
of course, unless someone you might
know might be a big fat fibber
right about now, you're exasperatingly seething,
"where the heck is a poem gonna show its face?"
well, and now,
some struggle mightily, to ascertain
who and what is their uniqueness,
oft turned and twisted, caught between
competing entities, asking quests that
take lifetimes to resolute, and when
you look at the typewriter roll silently
choking the white cloud surrounding it,
you, you want to cry/pray out aloud, who, who
shall I be, to make a completion between
the person inside of me. the person I think
I want to be, dream of be-coming,
and yes it is too, eternal, for as long as humans
can think dream, create and anticipate, we all
will nonetheless perpetually search for the other
someone, sometwo
in us…
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
I accomplished what I want.
I overcome the voices in my head.
And the one who’s supposed to be proud is the one who holds me back.
One mountain climbed.
One voice that made a change.
But that courage and voice couldn’t cause someone else pain.
Told that I can’t handle it, but what does she know. I do her job and my own.
To this day I still haven’t spoke, but maybe once I’m eighteen.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
Some day,
We'll meet.
And that day,
You'll tell me,
"Wish we didn't break apart."
Even today, I search for true love,
But it's elusive like the golden swan.
Even today, I look for it under the trees,
I look for it on the roads and in the parks,
"Wish we didn't grow apart."
It was just an instance of rudeness,
They tell me that I should've been mature.
Maturity, is it gained when you lose your identity,
Or when you stop reacting and start responding?
"Wish you hadn't left such scorny remarks."
I have braved hellish fires,
In you, I sought some balm.
You could've applied it soothingly,
But you left remarks so disparagingly,
"Wish I still could've been mature, and not reacted."
Someday, we might meet again,
You'll finally mature enough...
That day, you’ll understand my pain,
Yes, I hope you'll not be so rough,
"Wish that day comes soon enough."
Babe, I felt warm things for you,
But your remarks—me they burned.
Babe, I had plans for the future,
But you, typical Y2K generation,
"Wish future existed for you too."
The future can be changed,
It can be accurately predicted.
Everyone was happy—everyone but you,
Babe, you should've told your mom beforehand,
"I don't want to waste my youth on the middle-aged man."
This is the futility of my feelings,
They don't matter, because I'm a man.
All my successes, they are insignificant,
They are engulfed in the quality of being effervescent,
"For there are many more younger timely successful men."
Nobody reads any of my novels,
I may have went through a lot.
But I'm turning 34 in 36 days,
I've missed the bus, I'm late.
"And nothing else matters."
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC
Feigning happiness
Knowing you can be cast-off
By so called close friends
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 9:38 PM UTC
The ocean loses a hundred a fish in a day
Yet it never lacks it's glow
Why should I lack mine
Since I lost one who wasn't worthy of me
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 3:07 AM UTC
Even if it's heads or tails
either side You always win.
Your own system never fails
ev'rything else wears out thin.
____________
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC
I wanna reach somewhere else,
For I do not belong here,
Listen to the silence of my panic.
I scream at the top of my voice,
Still, no one listens there,
Maybe I'm an alien here by choice.
I need a panacea for my ills,
A cure for my SADness,
Maybe then I won't get chills.
Schizo-Affective Disorder,
Its SADness destroys me,
Maybe I lack love in my life.
I really need a loving wife,
Who values me enough,
Maybe such a Naari is imaginary.
I am very hopeless in life,
SAD, but not suicidal,
Maybe I have a bigger destiny.
I carry the burden of my past,
Still, I need some love,
Maybe happiness seeks me too.
I am unaware of a true lover,
Who can love me more,
Maybe she exists only in my desires.
I hear that everybody deserves joy,
But I don't know why, but
Maybe my Karma is a bad accountant.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 6:29 AM UTC
There is a bitter taste
Pressed to my mouth
As I sip my tea.
There’s a thought that’s lives
I wish to drown out
But can I ever cede.
All this has been steeping
And it’s now too strong.
I’ll have to deal with it.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
you’ll find
someone
who’s ****
****
and who’s
hair doesn’t
get
in the
way
maybe
she’ll play
drums as well
or
maybe not
someone
who won’t
have
an ugly
laugh
bigger ****
nicer
eyes
lips
maybe she
will
be easier to
talk to
better
to
kiss
provide company
to your cigarette
maybe she’ll
understand
you
the way I
do
but if
she won’t
then at least
she’ll have a
nicer
****
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
Please close your eyes when you look at me
Pretend for one moment that I am someone else
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
why are you still here?
is
it
because
you have nowhere else to go ?
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
The ways you see life determines what you value,
what you value determines what you learn,
What you value determines what you live for
What you live for determines how you live
So if you see life as:
A poem, you learn words
A problem you solutions
A relation,you learn communication
A game, you learn tricks
A battle, you learn to fight
A job, you learn duty
A race,you learn speed
A marathon, you learn endurance
A study, you learn logic
An act, you learn emotions
A music, you learn notes
A dance you learn steps
A beat, you learn to dance
A community you learn people
A weather, you learn shelter
A storm you learn strength
A turn, you learn patience
A trade you learn money
A jungle you learn survival
An ocean, you learn to swim
A mountain you learn scaling
A valley, you learn graceful descent
A commitment you learn honesty
A death zone, you learn killing
A mystery, you learn adventure
An adventure, you learn living
A fashion you learn dressing
A competition you learn scarcity
A cooperation you learn abundance
A team work you learn networking
A lie, you learn to the truth
A truth, you learn freedom
The goal to being free is to learn your lies, challenge and face them
A job you learn duty,
When you see life as comparison, you learn envy
Destructive envy leads to priority misplacement,
This leads to value misplacementzthe root cause of shortsightedness and selfishness
So, see right to learn right to live right
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
They say no one survives the devil
They were wrong
I survived you
They say man's heart is evil
A place no good belongs
That describes you
I survived the devil,
I became mysteriously strong
I survived true,
But I became something else
A legend everyone tells
Mystifying,casting spells
It's good being something else
Living my dreams,not of someone else
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Sometimes there
Just isn’t a pill
It’s just the will
Of a grey day
Go away ugly coat weather
Hide under my bed
Come out when we need you
But just not today
Twirl in my PJs
Because that’s what I need
I crave more sleep
So down my head I lay
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe not even then
I’ll deal with it when i need to
Then I can pick up my pen
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
Met you in the dark
I, I was torn apart
Save my heart From a great disaster
Tell me what you're seeking
You can do the speaking
Lights go on and off repeating
Your precious words
Echo in my ears
Hoping I'm the only one who hears
I don't want nobody else
Nobody else but you
You made me feel delirious
With all the things you do
I don't need to fall asleep
You're my dream come true
And I don't want nobody else
Nobody else but you
I'll stay faithful to you
Just give me your time
And I will make you mine, baby
Wanna be yours.
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
I searched for what I was missing
Discovered something else instead
It certainly filled the hole inside
Filled me up with lead
Now I've adapted different versions
Of the face I wear each day
It's hard to tell the truth apart
From the broken lies I say
Tried to **** the sadness
Looking for a cure
But I murdered more than intended
Which parts I am not sure
Past lingered like cheap perfume
I couldn't stand the smell
So I doused myself in gasoline
It seems it burned a little too well
Have I overdone it?
Invading every pore
Every cell in my body rearranged
At least Im not like I was before
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
They
Say too much
But do
Even less.
It's enough
Though.
To make
Me hate
Whatever
They do
But I know,
They hate
Whatever
They do
Too.
They
Mean everything
And everything
And more.
But they
Mean nothing
To me,
Even less
Than before.
Because they
Are sinking
In my eyes
They are drowning
Me
In a pool
As shallow
As their souls.
They.
Them.
Everyone else.
But me.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
every time i open my mouth
someone makes me feel small
if my feelings aren't valid
why should i even speak at all?
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
Everybody is looking to be something
Where they're heartbeats make sense
While people lose dreams like nothing
Leaving them to never know what they meant.
Stars align like skies without a cloud
Stars collide but we don't hear a sound.
Are we really listening?
In a fast paced life where a dollar sign
Is what makes happiness arise
I don't know if I can push aside
The pendulum that makes my ticker tock,
I walk astray from most the others way
Afraid I might lose the key to my lock
Trapped in a dead end job, never leaving the box.
Everybody is looking to be something
Real passion left to be unfelt
Craving anything that makes us feel real
Laying up, hoping to be something else.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Your smile
It's something that no one else can compare
Your laughter
It brings out my worries and pains
If only you knew how much
You make my stomach flutter
I can't help it
Falling for your smile
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
An artist too lazy to make any art
So what am I?
The sleepy commitment holding your hand in public places
An enormous gratitude lounging in between spaces with a stain on her shirt
Always seeking to be the next big thing
A stoic
Unable to process any other philosophy
that doesn't kiss me when I'm nervous
Lights turning on in the afternoon
And the warm glow of knowing people are inside
There
Ready to open up the door and invite you into the individual smells that occupy their reality
I am I-don't-remember-the-city-anymore girl
Sterile buildings and antiseptic coast
Are both memory and fiction
I am everything's-sort-of-familiar and yet exactly obscure
A contrarian careful to never admit that everything
Will make sense with enough persuasion
In the corners of my mind sits a woman
Smoothing out creases of my brain like the folds on bed sheets
Or the wrinkles in a shirt
And I allow her to because I love her
And I believe that what she does is affection
And maybe I'm right
Or maybe I'm wrong and I was never an artist
But something else entirely because that's so much easier
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
Am I gullible or not?
Why listen to you, or what?
Your opinion does not rate!
Totally futile, great!
What would an Einstein say?
Why listen to BS anyway?
You don't have to like me,
I don't have to believe thee,
Not everyone likes everyone else,
I get to please myself!
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
I recognize my failings
I just wish
They'd recognize me
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC