#loveandhate
Dear Lune,
I think the silence said more than words ever could.
I watched the tide move outward
Following the moon in an ancient trance.
It reached for it
Yearning in hopes to chase the impossible.
Time passed through
Days merged into nights
But somehow, I have loved the stars too deeply to be afraid of your darkness.
How do you find your solace?
Is it in me as mine is in you?
Or do you find terror, where I find it?
It’s presence caresses my skin in a cool embrace,
In what I could feel
Here,
Not alone but blanketed with a comforting cool.
I watched them dance together,
From a million miles.
I heard the wind whisper secrets.
Unspoken truths that will never be told
And names never named.
And a hand that will remain open palmed
In my lap forevermore.
Love from,
Yours.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:42 AM UTC
Looking at the stars
Counting them like you count your blessings.
It seems so simple,
I never understood how.
I strum harmonies on the riverbank,
Whilst perched on a treetop.
Trying to find solace in the spring harvest.
But in my sleep, I pray that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Maybe, I will find familiarity in calloused hands
And careless whispers.
I watch as you count stars on your back.
The river guides you downstream.
You are one with earth and sky.
Do the stars talk to you?
When you drift peacefully downstream.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
My love,
I have never understood what it meant to be loved,
As it is to exist
When being loved by you.
I'd wait for the lights to dim as I'd shut my eyes.
Soft candlelight,
Reminds me of breakfasts in bed.
Scents of slightly warmed toast meeting my nostrils
Licking my buttery glossed lips.
To be loved is to sit alone in mundane afternoons,
but to be so full
Without a crumb on my plate
Or a hand in mine.
I'm eternally yours and you mine.
Settling down,
Soft hands through hair
The telly on,
With better things to focus on.
For worser nights or better days.
To not be loved by you,
For me
Will always be an anomaly
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC
Love is temperamental,
exhausting.
relentless.
It drains you, shifts like the tide.
But Hatred?
Oh, hatred is sharp,
malleable,
a blade you can hone.
Love leaves you hollow,
but hatred?
Oh, it holds you.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
As a child peonies surround me
like my mothers' warm embrace,
these flowers, beautifully unharmed
a reminder of this reality that I live.
I daydreamed of being as free as this flower,
of the ability to just exist, without harm.
I am grown now, my daydreams twisted.
A kiss with a fist, a necklace made of hands.
Petals of black and blue, leaves cracked and broken.
Black and white peonies tattooed on my skin
full of love, full of hope
though sometimes flowing red.
I know anger, I've felt anger
but not my own.
I realized quickly that my life was not this of a flower,
or maybe it was. A lifeless and wilted flower.
One that had been harmed, not beautifully.
That had been grasped, not with a caring touch.
That had existed, with harm.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
Oh my friends and foes of yonder realms
Tell me,
How strong the irony of the wish we hold
That the now may be the later peace
And the later may feel the feels of now
To lay with the beating of a heart that hurts
To run with the void of one that rests
To find reprieve in a soul that feels the void
To sing of the joys of a song that warms the soul
Say oh say, let the truths that bind be known
That nothing but the vast embrace of time
Ties and binds both souls as one
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 10:12 PM UTC
Hot and Cold
Light and Dark
Love and Hate
All are two sides of the same coin
Flip the coin to decide fate and the sky will weep with the tears of the Gods fears
That when the coin lands the world will fall as the hearts of men become corrupt
The coin lands and seals a mans' fate
The hot light of love, or the cold darkness of hate
Little does man know, you cannot have one half of the coin without the other
That is why the Gods cry for every man swallowed by the dark side of the coin
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
My feelings for you are both bitter and sweet
I cannot decide if you're poison or a treat
Sometimes you bring me pure joy
other times you drop me like a toy
Some days I think we'll work out
other days my mind is filled with doubt
Monday you're my prince charming
but by Thursday you're more of a prince harming
Do I stay and hope that we have better days?
Or do I pack my bags and walk away?
Oh, how I wish I could understand you!
Only then would I have a general idea of what to do
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
I'm squirrel watching.
I'm watching you and
those buxom cheeks,
filled by twitchy nibbles.
Then frozen features as you pause
to look right at me,
trapped and double glazed,
impotent indoors.
And I wince a little,
my tummy tickles
as you return to your meal
with another bite
from your nimbly nutgrasping paws.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
it is the rattling of
the picture frames
that you kept hidden
in the back of your mind,
hanging against the
apricot wall;
it was the tremor
that shook every
glass windows
of your body;
the distant knocks
of strangers
you met in your
past life;
it will hurt you
but you still relish
on the feeling of compunction
seeping onto
your delicate bones;
it will come unexpected,
meeting you at every rendezvous
and you welcome it
with warmth and
joie de vivre.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
I don't like the fact that I love you,
because I don't know you love me too.
I keep chasing,
these thoughts running in my imagination,
and I ask myself to know,
how do you feel when I text or call?
do you miss me when I am not around?
do you ever long to talk to me until the sun rise?
or I am not even on your head at all?
When we're making love tenderly, each day
under the moonlight,
I can feel your heartbeat, yet still wander
if I swept you off your feet,
when you moan and kiss me, scratching my back
with your tiger claw and
you're aching, is it for my love’s defeat?
A simple equation,
which has infinite possible answers,
yet none of them can ease my head.
It's close to 3:AM,
I better just go back to bed.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
Laughing a lot in the days of yore
But that was before and now I'm bored
How am I sure? Is this a point of digression?
Are you messing with me?
Your inflection suggested questions
I'm locked in depression
Sullied with your indiscretion
You're neurotic, I got it
Don't bully me into confession
A quixotic deposit chock full of repression
I can posit the logic and guess at your own recession
You're psychotic, a sociopathic happenstance
At a passing glance despotic
A rodeo clown that can laugh and dance
You're toxic and top it all off, I hate your friends
You've a blatant trend to condescend
Transcend it then and try again
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
Once was love
Now it's hate
Why did that "Love"
Have to deflate?
Maybe it wasn't love
It was just lust
But now I know
Who I can't trust!
I thought we had it going
But now I can see the fakeness glowing
Laughing at my face
With my heart empty as space!
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
We argue for what it's worth
We like to go back and forth,
say words we don't mean,
For there is hate in between
We talk behind each other's backs
For we both say "what kind of friend is that."
it both causes us to crack
One more step till it all turns black
For Our conscience is what we lack
We both don't hold back
For if its a smack of words or actions
It causes a ton of reaction
When the action is already said and done
The friendship we have is none,
As more hate has begun
We feel awful,
For this becomes a endless cycle
We both ask "why can't we stay friends."
But we don't want to continue doing backbends
For were both thinking it has to end,
We all say it ended in a way we didn't Intend
But the truth is
If we wouldn't have tried to have each other break and bend,
We would still be friends.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
we have love and end up hate,
we have accepted and denied,
may be simple to see but hard to understand
we may cherish but also forget
these are things we remember
every time we love,
but these are things we forget when in hate,
love is early and hate is late
nothing more than less,
not even equal for the best,
there is always win and lose,
same as friends and foes,
it couldn't be more stylish,
nor just being Amish,
its not the likes and dislikes,
this is what love and hate makes,
you may be first or last,
you may be truth or the lies,
it does not concern or being understood,
that's just the way it is love and hate,
upon writing this one i may be love or hate,
just making my life complete,
for saying that of all these years,
why do we always love and hate.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
I’m filled with love, but nothing to do with it.
So much energy but nowhere to go.
You, a prisoner that I must acquit.
I love you more than you could ever know.
Hateful love, kindly fighting, furious peace.
I feel more loved when I am filled with hate.
All these describe how I feel; Bitter Sweet.
I can’t stand this; I’ve got a lot on my plate.
Little did I know, you are always there.
I can be myself when I’m around you.
You’ve come to rescue me from my nightmare.
I hope you see that my love is pure and true.
And no longer do I feel bittersweet.
Doubtless you’re the girl I have longed to meet.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC