#passions
Once burned like a bright fire,
a passion so fierce,
attached to me like wire.
I chased it's light,
lost in rhythm, lost in its maze.
But time has a way of changing hearts,
softens the edges, slowing the sparks,
I watched the fire dim,
the passion fades–
silent moments start to invade.
A distant passion fueled every waking beat,
A passion that deemed a lifeline,
the will that made me feel ‘live.
killed by the bearer itself,
lost in a hollow heart
where it once dwelled.
I pursue It’s meaning,
maybe It’s still here,
just… hiding,
Somewhere I can’t see.
This–I can’t align,
the passion’s pulse no longer mine.
Now in its place, a void resides,
a gnaw of grief,
oneself still denies,
what kind of a heart I have,
a heart that divides.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
Give me but some music
- in heavens empty hours -
a piece of song, giddy-paced
and innocence for innocence
I’m a horse that never tires
While a cup of wine
makes light airs
and merry hearts
It too can unyoke the humour of the immature,
“So, wait, you think if you say a few right things
I’ll let you on it?”
Ha! No I won’t
you weak spirit
I see right through you
Oh, I’m not lily-white of hue,
I’m more the colour of blood red roses
But that one there, pointing
he relieves my passion
see this ring?
I frisk for him
.
.
A song for this:
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Landslide (feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Glee Cast
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
When I find that I am dead
I will smile because I dissolved
Into you and knew the ten
Different meanings of why you
Parted your lips.
Knowing you endured me,
Important because I know my imperfections can be like empty
Skies on grey Sunday mornings.
The separation is worth everything,
Because the enormous moments
Like seeing your eyes flicker
As you wake up to morning lights.
I want to die having faced
Every brutal reality with you
And that you helped me kill every barrier that
I built inside myself.
In that place lie me down
When it wasn't us against the
World, but finding ourselves
In it and in each other a world.
Because I lived when I saw you
In a crowd and knew you
From a hundred faces, blind
As I was without you before.
As your body became a second
Language to me,
Every word you spoke in every way
You move, heavenly idiosyncrasies.
The little things are always
The biggest memories,
I know I did well in life because
Loving you was the right thing.
In the secret places we call
Our own I want to die this way,
Scattered in times and places
Making it always worthwhile.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
My words dig deep
And do they strike true.
My tongue is a weapon,
I don't always use
It can harm and main
Deeper than any physical wound.
My words can heal, harm...
Or haunt you.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
Id, cognism, ego.
Mind & thoughts, the vault, the passions & ambitions.
The springs, the streams, the rivers.
The atmosphere, the clouds, the rain.
The ocean, the lakes, the puddles.
Feeding into itself, again & again.
It's difficult to explain,
But easy to conceive of,
If you can imagine.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
I have a great many dreams,
Fierce passions in my heart,
In pursuit of each one,
My days and nights I part.
With every toil and endeavour,
I claim the fruits of strife,
And take my triumph home,
And rest on laurel's height.
I have a great many dreams,
Some within my reach I’ve clutched,
Others still lie in wait,
For my relentless pursuit.
I have a great many dreams,
Chasing all these dreams, I admit,
Can tire a soul, but still it's fun to win.
I persist, undeterred by doubt.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
The stare in her eyes
is her invitation
to my demise;
I have arrived.
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 9:14 PM UTC
The cool caress of water's embrace,
Mirroring the moonlight's tender grace.
Waves lap softly, whispering in the night,
Adding to our moment, pure delight.
In the depths, where shadows intertwine,
Water reflects passion, yours and mine.
Every ripple tells a tale so sweet,
As we surrender, like the tides
when the water and shore collides
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 7:38 PM UTC
Romance Me, among the Flowers
and confess, your Love for Me.
Nature will stand as a Witness,
for a Love that's deeper than the Sea.
Hold Me with your Fragrance,
as I sway U with the Breeze.
Our Passions must keep pouring,
As We nestle among the Trees.
Lead Me to all your Hidden Secrets.
I promise they will be Dear to Me.
When U draw yourself a bit Closer.
Your feelings must pour over Me.
Your Heart must beat a Rhythm,
that will narrate all your Pain.
The Pain will surely Disappear,
When I Kiss U in the pouring Rain.
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 9:41 AM UTC
U have the Eyes, of the Stars
and your Lips, are crucial as Air.
U have warmth of the Sun and Mars,
and your Heart is valuable and Rare.
I Wish to Write a Poem on your skin
and illustrate every word I write for U.
Sail My fingertips on your gentle Curves
and trace them on the Heart I Drew.
If the Morning Sun forgets to rise,
U will be lighting up My Skies.
It’s both Beautiful and Tragic.
When I'm with U, how fast time Flies.
My Passions are coursing in My Veins.
As sweat appears on your Skin.
Heaven has opened it's Doors for Me,
So Darling......Please let Me In.
Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 6:23 AM UTC
Her Rosebuds began to bloom,
in the middle of the Night.
As both My Hands went surfing,
after it had turned Twilight.
My Head rested, between Her Hills
and it took Shelter, on Her Lap.
My Ten fingers began tracing,
the vital points of Her Map.
She then carved on My Heart,
each Alphabet of Her Name.
Creating a new Beginning,
for both Our bodies to Shame.
My Hands, began their warm-ups
and stopped, at Her Garden Patch,
Giving My Passions a spurt
and thereby lighting My Match.
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 10:03 AM UTC
I am known to have several hobbies,
as I also have significant prowess in each.
Because in anything that I do
and whatever I want to try,
I always do it naturally and good
just like a bird taking flight.
When it comes to new interests,
I am simply the best student.
I learn and plan carefully with method
and execute flawlessly with madness.
Calling and pulling down rain like a God,
I water my passions like lilies in the garden.
When it comes to new knowledge,
I am a servant yet the queen of this village.
A newcomer gangster who rules the streets,
I am feared in every turn and corner.
Yet an overqualified maiden on the sheets,
I am tenderly adored and kissed better.
When learning about new languages,
I dedicate it only for the arts and letters.
Speak foreign words like it's teenage love,
I've sworn this is only on paper, not my lips.
Sing fluently like my head with heels above,
I swallow my pride and swing my hips.
When talking about arbitraries and goals,
I am never not in the know from the get-go.
I am an angel who sets and builds the stage,
when I show up, nobody feels the breeze.
Yet I am the devil that gambles and trades,
in my refusal everybody finds their release.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 6:03 AM UTC
~
*Green reflections
Clouds of pollen
Butterfly mornings
Her face forms in summertime
She sells electric ego
And flowers of herself
Reaping the wild wind
From a haunted garden*
~
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 11:50 AM UTC
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing melodiously?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove.
Awake the night, taken the heart,
In the auspicious moment of moonlight
Very silently under the mimusops elengi
Said the words of the stored heart, inseparably.
So to ask, to whom to call in any tune,
The submerged heart remains full
The Jamuna flows exhausted
Even today, with painted eyes, what a picture to draw.
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing there?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 8:36 PM UTC
My Lips like Flaming Fire,
are in search of Quenching Kisses.
I'm lost in your Midnight Love,
experiencing Romantic Blisses.
My Passions are full of Feelings,
as I look into your Eyes.
U settle into My Arms,
waiting for another Sunrise.
Your scent lingers in My Senses,
turning the fire On.
Tempting Me for another Session,
before My flame is dead and Gone.
I have a good taste for Romance,
therefore I crave for U.
Darling.... U are the only Woman,
turning My Dark Nights into Blue.
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC
"The night she bathed into the light
Came with the blessings of your heart
And strong she was to your good sight,
So fragile in appearances yet so bright!
That light came slowly caressing the night,
Embracing her soul for the fairest fight,
So strong, still, too fragile for the part
Written on walls and danced to the right
Height. Looking up, stare into the blight
Of all sorrow ed-souls I saw how you fell apart
And it ached my soul, what solutions, right
To find? What Word for you... crave straight. "
Music to...
©Theodora Oniceanu
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 3:34 PM UTC
Sometimes, I fear that the passing of time
will be the ruin of all that makes up of me.
I hope not to be the consequence of
destruction by distraction-
fading away within the fleeting of life.
Sometimes, I fear my
responsibilities becoming like a weapon
for involuntary manslaughter.
I do not want each day to erode my soul to dust.
All of what I am
becoming the ground beneath
conformity.
I do not want hazy eyes in a dazed filled life,
each step I take almost simultaneously.
I do not wish the world to warp
my individuality.
I want to devote to my own
ideal of integrality.
And remember all of the
persistent passions
that have coursed relentlessly
through my veins,
morphing all that's evolved to me.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
the stars have aligned within my bedroom ceiling
as every potential life of mine passes before dinner time
the luck I have to be so passionate of the paint on my canvas
and the way I flip my eggs in the morning
how to understand Fibonacci's sequence in the way of the art
but also in the way of where I place my keys
do you know what it is to feel so deeply?
about the light that strikes my porcelain heart so perfectly
but also the way my plant leaves shine in the window's glow
do you know what it feels like to have it all?
every single artisans gave me it all in one touch
I'm a wicked traveler of space and time
I would live a million lives if I could
it may be a blessing, but it may be a curse
because choosing one would be the saddest of it all
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
I have never felt like this before. Telling this story, without any lore.
No backstage, no lights, no music behind, just me and my monotony, gazing at the moon, letting it pass-by.
This sleepless night.
Even if I have given up all hope, I still want to fight. Against these odds, climbing up these ladders, looking up to the wandering skies.
I have fell to the ground, numerous times, left with naught but dust to bite.
Wings clipped, spirits soaked in fire. Eyes dead, tired of these rants, these ironies without satire.
Pick me up, even if my soul bears no weight. For I'm left with but a husk of a person, I once used to admire.
Lemme go, lemme reignite my passions. My heart and soul, lemme sing these songs, as I let it all go, set myself on fire.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
warmth, i spew to you,
with time, you must choose,
feed me fuel or let me die.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
She dreams of the ideal man,
but the suitor idolizes death in his soulful slumber.
She takes care of herself,
though she cannot bestow her beauty to impressionists.
She falls in love,
yet her delusional passions seethe her in disarray.
She finds new friends,
but a ********** of overzealous poison tarnishes the relationship.
She cooks for more than one;
ghosts accompany the reserved empty chairs.
She re-models her home,
driven to impress; however, she is the only one impressed.
She longs for attention,
craving for a taste of wanting to be loved.
She is she,
and she is her own canvas.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
(each stanza is a haiku - I think I’m in a Haiku phase)
I never think of
drinking tea - that's just not
me - but I like it
there are a thousand
things like that which define us
- our many small choices
Are our passions choices?
"Our wild passions instruct us"
- said wise Shakespeare.
I don't choose to
quicken my heart at the sight
of one special boy
so I'm not sure
how that works, the pushes and pulls
of attractions grab
But the effect stills
and taxes the heart like maple
syrup thickened blood
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Tonight.... anoint My Heart,
with your
Moans and Whispers.
As I stimulate your Soul,
with My
Passions and Desires.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 8:19 AM UTC