#hoplessromantic
My plants are green—
of course they are.
What else could they be?
The grass is green too.
But tell me—
is it greener
than the winter-bright blue
of your eyes,
sharper than cold,
sharper than knowing?
Is it as deep
as roses learning your mouth by heart,
as dark
as the places in me
that learned your name in silence,
that took on the color of your hair?
I don’t think I’ll ever know.
I live on the other side now—
where the grass is meant to be greener,
the sky owes me clarity,
the sun should love me more.
But your eyes still find me,
your lips still end my nights,
and your hair—
softer now, threaded with gray—
still tangles in my hands
like it never left.
They were right about the grass.
It is greener here.
But my plants are dead,
and I am still here,
loving you
like nothing else
is allowed to grow.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:51 PM UTC
i. Seven words and she’ll fall in love. I’ve been told that’s all it takes.
ii. I didn’t know it would be you. But that’s the funny thing about love. You see, when we first met, my heart didn’t race the way it does now. My stomach wasn’t filled with butterflies. My face wasn’t flushed. But, to me, you were always gorgeous. I just didn’t see you that way.
iii. At first you were an alien beauty. A lone planet waiting to be discovered. And to a lonely astronaut the allure of a foreign body was enough to draw me into your orbit. But that was a mere shallow, superficial, and scientific, interest. It wasn’t until I explored the depths of your oceans and caves, the vastness of your fields and planes before I realised that I was missing something. The three words to make seven ten.
I’m in love.
iv. If I’m honest, it felt like love. Hidden, valuable, much sought and seldom found. Love. If the sun’s the center of our solar system, then you’re the center of mine. Everything always seemed to revolve around you. All the songs were about you… about us. All my thoughts were about you… about us. All I could ever talk about was you… was us. You were the last thought on my mind before I went to sleep, the first when I awoke. You were there in my dreams keeping me company as we danced amongst the stars. I was, I am, and I forever will be loving you. If I could tell you, I would. I love you.
v. She doesn’t know it when I say: “I am at your service, my lady”. Those were seven words, did it work? Does she love me too? Again I try: “Do you want to go out tonight?” - “I’d love to.” Wait… did she just complete my seven? Again I try: “So what exactly are we doing tonight?” - “I don’t know.” She did it again, did you see? She completed me. We spent 7 nights a week together. We walked the city streets by starlight. But no star could ever outshine you. The seven wonders of the world paled against you. You were the bounce in my step. My soul, my rhythm, my muse. The soft tone and shape of your voice could calm storms. One loving glance tamed the wildest beasts. Your soothing touch warmed the hardest hearts. A single kiss would be like heaven. Do you know?
vi. I love you, I think you know. But you’ve said nothing, I don’t know. I know your secrets, I know your voice. I know your sorrows, I know your joys. Your favourite things, humor, music, your footstep I take in stride. I know you. But I don’t know if you love me. I spend all my waking hours with you, and in my sleep I dream dreams of you. Of all the cosmic entropy, I had the pleasure and luck of finding you. Of all my scientific endeavours, discovering our chemistry is my most treasured. Of all the mysteries in the world, your heart I wish to solve. If I’m honest, it feels like love.
vii. You rest your head on my shoulder. And cuddle close. “Please tell me, I need to know.” - “I love you.”
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
Of what weight does love hold?
Cosmic gigantic love
Streatching from star to star,
from time to time,
Leaping all barriers,
In an insane hurtle race
Run by rabid contenders,
Frothing at the mouth,
Colidicopes in their eyes
Swirling,
As they clear fence after fence
Hardly catching themselves
As their sloppy foot falls land,
All ankles, knees, wobblingly
catching themselves
Their brains decifering
the confused code
Of signals beamed
from legs heart and stomach
All culminating in this
Borderline
Purposeful looking
Yet unintentional
Floppy mess
For in the sake of their love
, Of some thing that they hope
will make them immortal,
or at least super,
That temporary and basic seemingly
Irrefutable good that one feels in his pit
Expanding them and inflating them till they float
High enough above others
To squintingly look down, into the eyes of those unable to bouey bob above the rest.
Lights flicking on their foreheads so
Even if they don't talk people know
Where they are and how splendid
Their bobbing is.
And let's not kid ourselfs
Look at those two
Out in the dark and deep
The 2 hrtz signal allowing them each
To be sure the other exists
Flashes reveal the hidden expressions
Those times of clarity so sparce
When all you want to do is look at them
For a good long time
Take in the other completely
for in those nights
When all thoughts clump
Turning colours to brownish purple.
An you cannot see the other
to have them help as they so enjoy.
Two distant bleeps of light
Red but none the less visible
To all around
After all I guess they will be serving as warner's, out their on thier own.
What rocks and reefs the will they arbrais
What swells will the brave,
And what will we learn from
watching From shore,
Whishing them luck as the sun rests on the other side, as the white caps tumble, as the clouds roll on overhead.
Its a very wet scenario.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
She fills her head with tales of love and tragedy,
In war-torn cities and rival families to ancient melody,
Tossing and turning, on her bed
She lives the lives of lovers so young and foolish and sweet.
She dreams of Orpheus, his melancholy and his music.
Of Seigfried and his journey to the damsel he seeks.
Then Samson who fell twice in the hands of a woman.
And Romeo who no longer felt the need to run.
Now,the morning light urges her to wake up.
The dreams disappear and the longing suddenly stops
For she knows that though tragedies may happen,
She still looks forward to that day she will meet him.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC